《Useless | Depressed Deku |》K-k-kacchan
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| Midoriya POV |
I keep getting this feeling that someone's following me. I shrug it off since there's no reason for someone to actually stalk me. I grabbed my choice of knives and bought it. But as I walked home, I seriously can't shrug off the feeling that someone's following me. I still ignored it though. When I got home, I sat on the couch to examine my new knives. I picked a small one up. So shiny, too bad it'll get dirty, I say as I produce a cut on my arm. I don't know why cutting amuses me a lot. Another cut, and another cut.
Heh..heh..ha....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA THIS PAIN IS SO AMUSING~
Enough of that now, I need to bandage my arms. For some reason, I got that same feeling of someone watching me. I finally gave in and looked around. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair in the window before it disappeared in a millisecond. Then, the feeling disappeared. Am I finally going crazy?
The next day later ~
I keep noticing kacchan glancing at me. Wtf is he glancing at me for? Stop it, you'll look gay. I glanced back only for him to look away.
He's being weird today. Although who the fuck cares about him? He's the one always torturing me and shit. Whatever, for now I need to act like Izuku, not Deku. I waved to him, smiling, but he just tched. Come to think of it, why does he even hate me? It's not like I did anything to piss him off that much. I went in the classroom and took my seat. "Hey Izuku, are you ok?" Is what you think Uraraka or the other students would say to me but don't underestimate my acting skills. I saw Uraraka walk in and greeted her. "Hey Uraraka! What's up?" I say to her. "I kind of overslept tonight but I'm fine!" She says cheerfully. Oh sweet child, how can you be this cheerful? The class started and the day went by. When I went home, something was missing. My knives, my precious blades. Where did they all go? I could've sworn I put it in my bathroom cabinet.
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"Looking for these?" A familiar voice called. I turned around and started sweating nervously. "K-k-kacchan.." I stuttered.
"Why do you have these?" He asked
"..."
"Deku, no.. Izuku," I flinched, I haven't heard that name from him in a while. "Answer me" I turned around, not wanting to look at him. "Izuku, I saw you cutting your arm. Why? You should've talked about this with me. Your mom would get real worried you know."
"Why should I worry about a dead person "
"..."
Heh, gottem
Why would I even talk about this to the person that hurt me the most? He doesn't understand, he never will. On the other hand, last night made more sense when I was walking home.
| Katsuki's POV |
I looked at Deku and the blades, I felt regret and guilt build inside me. "Back to your question, why? WHY? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Of course you don't know kacchan~. You're too confident in yourself that you don't even care about the other's feelings." I hear him say as he starts to tear up. "I'm sorry" I whisper. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He mocked. I hate this. I raised my voice and repeated myself. "I said I'm sorry"
"No you're not." This hurt a bit. Well it's not surprising since I've hurt him for years. But really, I still do care for him, that's why I always hold back when I torment him. I never wanted him to go to UA because it's dangerous for a quirkless person like him. I don't know anymore. It's all my fault that he's like this. I regret it all, I really do. Shit, now I'm getting all emotional, stupid Deku.
"Kacchan, I know, you're only saying this out of pity, it's ok, just leave and tell no one about this. I won't ever get in your way again, and if I do, you can just a beat me up fo-" I hugged him. I can't believe I'd let myself get carried away and forget about how my own childhood friend feels. I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks.
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| Izuku's POV |
He he He he he HUGGED ME. What. This doesn't make sense. He should be beating me up, even cutting me more with my knives. He should've tried to kill me. So why? Why is he hugging me? Is he really serious about this or am I getting tricked or fooled?
But... I kind of enjoy this moment. We've never had this moment in such a long time. I kind of feel... relieved to see Kacchan like this. "I'm sorry" he says again. "For everything"
After those words, I started tearing up a lot, my face wet full of tears. I don't know why I started crying when he said that.
"Hey Deku, you're mumbling again."
Later ~
Kacchan was going to be staying at my place for a while starting tomorrow. I don't really mind but that means I'm going to have to resist cutting myself. I'm glad things became like this though. I found out that kacchan wasn't trying to hurt me, he was just trying to protect me. It felt like all my problems just, went away. Although he's still an overconfident person and a little bit of an ass, but I would ignore that side of him because that's how kacchan is.
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