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At 4:03 AM; Katsuki slammed the door to Eijiro's house shut and swiftly walked back to the train station without turning back.

His phone kept dinging with new messages he didn't intend to look at. "Leave me the fuck alone, shitty hair!! I'm angry with you, the most— just let her call you that dumbass nickname in front of me, why don't you?!"

His public outburst caused a few people standing nearby to move away; making a pathway for the angry guy to walk through.

He placed his hands inside his pockets, touching the side of his cell phone and trying to switch the small button to mute it. He felt the vibration; indicating he was getting a phone call. He answered without thinking, "What the fuck do you want, shitty hair?!"

"Katsuki Bakugo—!! Don't talk to me in that tone, you crappy son!! Where the hell are 'ya at?! It's not even fully morning and you're out there— running off to who-knows-where and without asking us for permission!!"

'Shit, it's the old hag...'

His mother was waiting for an explanation, although she wasn't very patient when it came to her only son. "Your father was worried!! You're gonna get your ass grounded as soon as you step into this home, YOU HEAR ME?! SAY SOMETHING!!"

"I HEARD YOU, WOMAN!! STOP YELLING AT ME OR I'LL GO LIVE WITH SOME OTHER FAMILY!" Katsuki finally answered. "You're gonna be fucking crying when I'm gone— I bet!!"

"HA!! Who the hell is gonna want a bratty kid like you?! Good luck!! Tell your new parents I said 'THANK YOU' for taking you off my hands!!"

"WHATEVER!! FUCK OFF, THEN!"

Mitsuki gasped through the line. "NO, YOU FUCK OFF!! Who do you think you are?! I'm gonna strangle the crap out of you when I see you—!! Also, can you stop by the market and buy us some eggs? We're running out. I love you, be safe."

After his mother had aggravated him even more and for no particular reason; Katsuki took a few deep breaths and felt his fingers shake from anger. "I need to calm down...I can't think very clearly anymore..."

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"When was the last time I felt this mad about something?" He asked himself as he searched through the aisles of a large grocery chain store, trying to find a carton of eggs to purchase.

"Was it when Deku lied to me about his quirk and started getting stronger and even copied my moves without my fucking permission?

Or was it when [____] came back to Tokyo... She handed me that fucking soda in front of the rest— and the fear she wore on her face made me feel like I should hate myself."

'That's stupid; why should I, though? I'm pretty sure it was her who wanted to fight me on that day, when we were kids. Even though she tried to back out, she still showed up....and she stood there— With her voice failing her.

She still tried to protect Deku, out of all people, like if either of them could stand a chance against me, back then...

Even though her quirk manifested because of me— I know she would most likely resent me for a long time. I bullied her, I made her cry, so why wouldn't she?

I had already made peace with myself, regarding all of that. So she really didn't have to show up after all these years— With her annoying fat cheeks and naiveness...She wasn't supposed to offer me anything, or look at me like a lost puppy finding it's owner. Why the fuck does she keep looking at me that way?

Everytime she calls me by my name...I feel like I'm losing a piece of my sanity, somehow. Little by little.

This has turned into a challenge.'

He had successfully finished purchasing the grub his mother had asked and was starting to walk out of the store. He reached the automatic doors when he had recalled a few words in his head of her previous confession...

'It's because I like you! I like you so much, Katsuki! I'm going to work hard so that you will notice it and fall for me!'

He blinked a couple of times before rubbing one of his red-colored eyes with his fist. "Hah...Fall for you, fat cheeks? Don't make me laugh. It's you who should be falling for me."

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At 4:47 am; Bakugo entered his house only to find his father sitting straight on their couch, watching the news with an artless good mood plastered all over face. "Goodmorning, son. Welcome home."

"Hey, old fart... Where's the hag at?! I got her what she wanted!" He asked for his mother; who was currently running an errand so early in the morning— She couldn't wait to get home and smack her son in the head for insulting her through the line.

"She's not here, right now. If you want breakfast you're gonna have to prepare it yourself...Or d-do you want me to make something for you?" Masaru was mulish to never admit that some days he was a little frightened with his son's attitude.

Katsuki was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any given moment whenever someone or something would displease him.

"I don't want your shitty cooking. I'll wait for that woman to get home." Despite hardly ever calling his parents by their proper title, Katsuki still cared for them. Although he would never be caught dead, saying so.

Masaru cleared his throat, standing up once a commercial for a women's shampoo began to air on their living room's TV, "Alright. If you need anything, I'll be here...Making coffee."

Before Katsuki could even walk upstairs, he stopped
in front of the television. The model who was advertising the bottle of hair soap looked almost identical to [____], except she had bleached white hair and was clearly older; more mature-looking.

"Am I going to start seeing her fucking face everywhere, now?! What is happening to me?!"

Masaru was pouring water on the electric coffee maker that was sitting on the kitchen counter when he heard his son yell at the TV. "What was that, Katsuki?"

"Nothing—!! I'm going to my room."

Katsuki's father nodded to his announcement, but was taken aback when he noticed his son still wasn't moving a muscle, despite angrily stating he would leave. "Hey, dad...I-I've been wondering...What the fuck does it mean to 'fall in love' with someone, anyway?!"

"H-Huh?!"

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Things could of easily went two ways— One; Masaru would freak out and lose his ability to speak, which would then piss off his moody son and he would lock the invisible door of an opportunity as bright as this right on his father's face.

Or two; He could pretend to know exactly what to say in an attempt to bond with Katsuki and finally teach him a thing or two about respecting girls his age; or anybody, really. He just wanted him to respect someone very badly at that point.

Masaru had finished preparing some instant coffee for the two of them; This was the first time in years that Katsuki had ask him a question regarding anything at all.

Once his explosion quirk had emerged in grade school; the boy began to research things all on his own. No longer was he asking his parents about a school subject or how to properly do his chores, etc. Like how a normal kid would, at his age.

Then came middle school; when he lost the little bit of respect he had kept for his parents and began to call them 'hag' and 'fart'; These could easily be called the hardest years of Masaru's fatherhood.

Dealing with Katsuki wasn't getting any easier until he entered U.A and began to focus his negative energy into physical practice. Only then, was he finally able to tone it down for a while.

Still, though, it pained Masaru to see that his only child was growing up and turning into an adult all on his own— Without stopping at any point and asking him for advice on anything. Until now.

Katsuki was angrily pouting at the hot mug in front of him and staring at his own reflection through its dark liquid content. Asking his father what the idea of 'love' was. It was clear to Masaru that he had taken a romantic interest in a girl, already.

He knew this day would come, but he wasn't expecting it to be so soon. He was still trying to work on his 'the birds and the bees' pep talk for the last couple of days since he truly believed his son was going to mess around with a few girls in his life before thinking of having a steady relationship.

"So, you see, son...Well, love is...Its more like a feeling, rather than an action?"

"I know that shit already— But what I'm wondering is how the fuck do you know when it's for real? How should I know it's not just my fucking brain pulling some trick on me to make me lose my focus?!

How did you and the old hag realize it was true love, what you two had— It's what I'm asking?!" He cut right into the chase; Which honestly made things a lot easier for his dad to answer.

"When I first met your mother, she was...Very aggressive. She would yell a lot and be very uncompromising about invading my personal space, but....I knew that she meant well...& she was also very beautiful, she still is—"

Katsuki interrupted him, "Gross, I don't wanna know how you two decided to fuck and conceive me. Just tell me what the freaking symptoms are!!"

"...Symptoms?" Masaru was ready to scold him for using such a crude word against his taste in vocabulary, but he couldn't understand what he was saying anymore.

"It's like an illness, right?! How do I get rid of it?! I can't seem to get any sleep these last couple of days...Everytime I close my eyes I see her face and it's pissing me off! I'm pretty sure I just saw her on TV, too!"

Masaru took a peek at the television to see who he was pointing at; there was nothing but a car commercial happening in there. "...Son, I don't think you can just 'get rid' of strong emotions like this...You'll just have to deal with them, and decide what you want to do with this person."

"That fucking sucks."

"Well...What do you think? Do you want to keep this person as a friend or do you want to risk it all and head for a relationship?"

"I want to stop being this weak."

Mr. Bakugo sipped on his coffee, "No, son. You're not weak...Feelings that turn into love just makes a person get a little side tracked, that's all...You just have to be honest with yourself. How hard can it be? Ask her out."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at his father and his ridiculous ideas. "Hah..?"

He only said that since he truly believed that's what Katsuki needed to hear; though after seeing his reaction Masaru was ready to fix his advice. "On second thought, wait it out!! That's what I meant to say— Don't do anything reckless that could hurt a girl's feelings! If you ask someone to go out with you; without any real intention on marrying them, then—"

"Marry?! 'The hell, old man?! I'm only 16!"

"I know that, but Katsuki— I really need you to promise me you won't have sex before marriage. Your mom and I want you to wait until you meet the right girl and want to start a family of your own, someda—"

"I won't be fucking anybody!! Don't give me that shitty talk; I'm not a little kid, I know what sex is!! This is turning into something lame, I'm leaving."

He pushed the untouched cup of coffee further from him and stood back up; scratching the back of his neck with a reddening face. "Don't tell mom— or else I'll kill you."

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He closed the door to his bedroom before checking up on his cell phone. He could see from his lock screen that he had a couple of missed calls and texts from Eijiro.

But in between all of his notifications, Katsuki saw [____]'s nick name in one of them. It was a voice mail.

"Shit...Why do I feel so flustered over a simple voice mail? I don't even know what she says, yet. For all I know, she could be mad or disappointed in me for leaving her behind...After I made her get up this early, and all..."

He took off his shoes and jumped straight to bed, placing the device close to his ear to listen to the message.

"Hi...It's [____]....Listen, I'm sorry if I made you upset earlier. I can't get any stronger without your guidance, Katsuki.....So, please continue being my exam partner and help me out.....Call or text me whenever you'd like..I'm going to take a nap, now...Bye-bye!"

Bakugo replayed the message four or five more times; just to hear her the way she said 'bye-bye' over and over.

"I'm going out of my mind— Thinking that shes this fucking cute when I know that she's truly just an idiot...

'You can't get stronger without my guidance'...Do you even know how you make me feel by saying all that sappy crap?"

He locked his cell phone, placing it on top of his stomach while looking up to his ceiling fan, that was slowly spinning.

His eyelids felt a little heavy; he knew he was going to fall asleep sooner than later.

"Maybe I'll start falling for you too...But you have to try a lot harder than this, fat cheeks...." He yawned.

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[an: Masaru is such a good dad I tried to make this chapter short but ended up writing a bit more than I expected lol And with mistakes yes. Always 🖤

YOU RECEIVED +15 ROMANCE POINTS in the 💥Katsuki Love Meter💥. Yay! Only 85 more to go 🖤🖤🖤

Katsuki's confession is probably gonna happen around chapter 100+ since he's barely starting to show signs of whatever u wanna call this idk I'm too tired hahahaha *gets beat up by y'all for making u wait*

ANYWAY 🖤 I really appreciate you making it past all these 5O chapters look at how much you read! (Even made it past chapter 10 tbh the first 10 parts of this story were PURE CRAP idk where tf I was gonna go with this but now I have a proper plot set up and everything and it's totally all because of YOU)

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