💥 ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ's ᴘᴏᴠ 💥

That night I was restless. Tossing and turning, only one thing stayed on my mind. Deku.

"This is easy!" Katsuki exclaimed, keeping the ball up with his knee, completely at ease. Izuku watched in awe and amazement. With a failed attempt, Izuku lost his balance and hit the ground.
"Ow!" He groaned.
"Izuku, you really can't do anything, can you?" Katsuki teased.

A sharp pain in my chest. Guilt. That's all it could be. I tormented Deku for so long...that I even forgot why I was doing it. Like hurting him was my lifeline and I couldn't stop. I thrived from his tears, his sobs, his pleas for help. And now? I kissed him. I fucking kissed the poor bastard, and ran like a coward. It was those fucking eyes of his...Glowing emerald orbs that I can't live without. I can't stand being with him, I can't stand being without him, my head is a complete mess...and now I've dragged that fucker into it. I can't just undo it. I can't take it back. 

But he kissed me back...

He looked terrified.

He did blush...

That doesn't mean you have the right to attack him, you spaz!

I sat up in my bed and stared into the darkness of my room. I could hear the clock on the wall ticking loudly in a rhythm that pissed me off. I growled as I threw my pillow at it. A slight knock then an almighty smash as it hit the ground.

"What did you do now, bastard?!" my mother raged from the hallway.
"Nothing you old hag! Go back to sleep!" I yelled.
"Don't make me come in there and kick your ass, Katsuki!!" She bellowed back. I could almost picture the veins in her neck popping out in her infinite rage. I laughed to myself and laid back down.
"Bite me bitch," I spat, not intending for her to hear it. Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open with a massive crash, a silhouette of my mother in the doorway illuminated by the beams of moonlight that managed to work their way through the blind covering my window.
"Be careful what you wish for, bitch boy," She screeched and lunged at me. With a startled gasp, I leapt off the bed and onto the floor. She landed flat on my bed and I took the opportunity to press my knee into her back and hold her arms above her head. My hands were sweating continuously; I could feel the heat radiating from them. She lifted her head and stretched just far enough to sink her teeth into my hand. I cried out in pain as I released her and stepped back. "You animal!" I exclaimed, horrified.
"You asked for it you little prick!!" She roared. She was about to launch herself at me when my father ran into the room and grabbed her by the waist. She thrashed in his iron grip but he refused to budge.
"Bed. Now." He glared at me before carrying my mother, much to her displeasure, back to their room.
"That's what I've been trying to do this whole time," I grumbled. Sitting back on my bed, I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I got irked by that old woman much more than I care to admit. I used to get on well with that old hag, until...I think it was when my Quirk started to manifest, her hugs didn't feel real anymore...her love didn't seem good enough anymore. Whenever I was sad, she would be there. Whenever I needed her most, she was there. Which is more than I can say for some people. But like the rebel I was...the rebel I am...I pushed her away. The same way I did with Deku. Why did I insist on pushing the people that matter away? I groaned as I banged my head against the headboard of my bed. The memories are just what they are. Memories. I wish I could say the same for the way I treated Deku. That will always be more than the memories, the scars, the tears...
I grabbed my phone off my bedside table, squinting at the bright light of my screen. 10:45pm. I unlocked my phone and subconsciously opened my contacts. Scrolling down, I tapped the contact I needed.

💚 Deku 💚

  ❃ ❃❃

🥦 ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ's ᴘᴏᴠ 🥦

When I got home that night, I hid in my room. I felt bad for ignoring my mother's calls and concerns, but I needed space. I needed to think. I laid back on my bed, staring up at the All Might poster with the words 'You can be a hero' written on it taped carelessly to the ceiling. I frowned. The night I'd found out I was Quirkless, I threw everything at that poster, screaming "Liar" at the top of my tiny lungs. But he wasn't lying. Anyone really can be a hero. 

Kacchan's vulnerable expression came to mind for the 200th time within the span of an hour, and I covered my face with my pillow as I screamed. I was so confused, and I really didn't know where to go with it. It didn't help that he just upped and left me alone. I had more questions than answers, and it was tearing me apart. I blushed hard as the feeling of his lips on mine replayed in my head. I ran the tips of my fingers across my bottom lip, trying to find a reason for why I kissed him back. I couldn't deny how hard my heart was beating, or how amazing it felt.

Turning over, I stared at my alarm clock. 10:45pm. With a soft sigh, I picked up my phone and started scrolling through the various social media accounts I'd made to chase the villain attacks. Nothing jumped out at me as 'note worthy'.

Ding.

I glanced at my notifications, frowning when the name 'Kacchan' shone on screen in a foreboding glow.

I opened the text, biting my lip.

I froze. Did I really think that? I ran my hand through my messy hair, brushing it out of my eyes.

I stared at my phone for a while, a sad smile tugging at my lips.

This should be fun.

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