Chapter 4

The next day at school, all of my fucks of classmates stared at me when I entered the classroom. It was fucking annoying. "The hell you fuckers staring at?!" That made most of them turn away.

Shitty hair aka Eijirou Kirishima came up to me. "Hey man, what happened to your cheek?" I growled. "Some random shit threw a broken beer bottle my way." He nodded. "Alright." My explanation was only half a lie, because Deku had actually tried to throw a beer bottle into my face. Just that that wasn't the reason for the cut.

I brought shitty hair home with me today, since he had been pleading to play some video games with me for a whole week, and yesterday at school I had agreed, since it was fucking annoying having him shout "Play Call of Duty with me!" or "Play The Elder Scrolls Online with me!" every twenty seconds. I couldn't cancel that just because damn Deku showed up, or shitty hair would ask questions.

When we turned around the corner of my house, I suddenly felt like something was wrong. Shitty hair, who had been happily blabbing about some new game, suddenly stopped. "Hey Bakubro, something wrong? You look like a scared wolf." I just growled as an answer (no pun intended). We walked up to my house and the cause of my feeling.

Deku was sitting on the wall in front of my house. He had his left leg pulled up on the wall, his arm and head resting on his knee. His other leg was dangling in the air and he was playing with his butterfly in his right hand. He wore the same jacket and shoes as yesterday, but dark grey jeans instead of yesterday's pants. This let me assume he actually had a place to go, where he had clothes and shit. Deku noticed us coming and straightened up, but continued flicking his knife around without looking. "Hey, Kacchan!"

I came to stand in front of him. "Deku." He copied my aggressive expression and my tune. "Deekuuuu!" Then he giggled. "I was hoping to catch you alone to… talk for a bit, but I guess you're occupied." The way he stressed 'talk' gave me goosebumps. Shitty hair turned to me. "I wouldn't mind another person…" Deku caught his knife and waved both of his hands around. "No, no, I don't want to disturb you two. See ya later, Kacchan!"

With those words, he slid from the wall, threw the knife up, caught and snapped it shut in one movement and walked off with bouncy steps. I watched him out of the corner of my eye to make sure he was gone, and suddenly our eyes met.

"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you."

"I like to see the hopelessness in their eyes…"

"See ya later, Kacchan!"

This wasn't fucking going to be good. I hissed and started searching for my key to open the door. Shitty hair was right beside me. "Who was that?" "My…" My what? Childhood friend? Enemy? Stalker? Death? "He's one of the extras I went to middle school with." Shitty hair nodded slowly. Then we entered my house.

Shitty hair left after three hours. I had just locked the door behind him, when I suddenly got turned around and pushed against it. "You didn't tell me someone was coming over the second day of our reunion." Deku had his lower arm square across my chest and was so close to my face I could feel his breath getting cold on my skin.

"I didn't know that was fucking important to you, damn nerd." Deku laughed at my comment. "Kacchan, I'm a middle school dropout and don't sleep earlier than 1 am. You are in an elite school, have top grades and you go to sleep at 8.30 pm. Who's the nerd here, huh?" I didn't answer, I just stared down on him with gritted teeth. His vicious smile suddenly dropped, and half a second later, he had rammed his knee into my balls.

"WHAT THE FUCK, FUCKING ASSRAG PIECE OF SHIT?! KICK YOUR OWN TINY FUCKING BALLS!" Deku took a step back, his expression not changing, while I clutched my hands around my private parts and felt unwanted tears welling up in my eyes. "MOTHERFUCKING OW!" Deku just flicked his tongue, cold hatred in his eyes, then he turned around and went into the kitchen.

I needed a couple of minutes, then I got up, growling. I reached the kitchen and slopped down onto a chair. Deku was sitting on the counter, playing with his knife. I shot him a glare. "You got no damn conscience?!" He glared back. "You don't either." I hissed. "Well, I don't fucking remember kicking you in the damn balls!" A sudden wave of rage washed over me. "Oh yeah, BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY!"

Deku stared down on me. "Tch, let's not fall back into old manners now." Then this strange, hungry smile from yesterday showed up on his face. "Huh, didn't your statement imply that I have 'balls' now?" I stared into the other direction, while Deku slowly came towards me. "You're definitely a fucking shitload more intimidating than three years ago." He was, and although I wasn't scared of any fucking thing, he did scare me.

Deku hopped onto the table and went down into his knees, so our faces were on the same height. He looked like a bird of prey just waiting to attack me. Then he slowly started tracing the outlines of my lips with the tip of his knife. "Hm, intimidating…" Then he dropped his head to the side and simply stared at me, the blade still resting on my lips.

By now, it was dark outside and since I hadn't turned on any lights yet, the only thing illuminating the room was the crescent moon outside. Dekus face was overshadowed and blurry in my light-deprived eyes, while he had a perfect view of my face. His satisfied expression gained a hint of excitement when he slightly pressed his knife against my lips, cutting them open, and small drops of blood stuck to it.

He stared at my blood as if he had never seen something like that in his life, then he licked it off. Before I had time to have an opinion about that, he snapped the knife shut, jumped off the table and left the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.

"Good night, Kacchan."