Chapter 5

I had barely made it to bed that night. I was awfully fucking exhausted from Dekus creepy crap. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he dragged the knife along my lips, how he stared at me… Deku had gotten seriously dangerous. Didn't he say he had wanted to kill himself? From suicidal to homicidal, huh?

I was tense the whole day. I couldn't concentrate on class, the people around me or on my own thoughts. I just had too fucking much to figure out. At lunch, raccoon eyes suddenly grabbed my fist and forcefully opened it. Four little wounds with the figure of crescent moons were on my palm. Discount Pikachu whistled. "Damn, you're even tenser than I when I connect with a power outlet." "Shut up, ugly ass."

I ignored their jokes about my tension after that and stared off into nowhere. The memory of the knife getting stuck in the cupboard next to my head suddenly popped up in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then I stood up and left the cafeteria without another word.

When I changed my clothes at home and had just taken my shirt off, I suddenly felt a cold hand on each of my shoulders and heard a voice just as cold behind me. "Why don't you stay like that for a moment?" I didn't budge. Deku could be holding his knife against my back right fucking now and I didn't feel like dying today. He rested his head in the left crook of my neck. His skin was cold to the touch, as if he was dead.

"You know what's so nice about having a Hero for a toy?" Deku dug his fingernails into my skin. "They have a much higher pain tolerance than other people." The fingernails of his left hand dug deeper into my flesh, but his right hand vanished. A moment later, I heard his knife snap open and the tearing of skin.

A burning pain rushed over me, beginning from my back. I inhaled sharply. "FUCK!" Deku giggled and took a step back. I threw a quick glance over my shoulder into the mirror on my closet behind me. A long, deep cut was on my back, from next to my left shoulder to below my right shoulder. The right end looked frizzy, probably coming from the barbed part of Dekus blade. That thing hurt like fucking hell.

I turned around and watched Deku lick the blood off his knife, then he turned around. "I'm hungry. I think I'll borrow some stuff from you." With those words, he left my soon-to-be nasty scar and me alone. I went to the bathroom and did my best to clean that thing, but it wasn't fucking easy. I couldn't bandage myself either, so I ended up patching the frizzy end up with a few bandaids and left the rest alone.

When I went into the kitchen, Deku had just finished a sandwich and put his plate into the sink. He turned to me, a smug grin on his face. "The wounded soldier returns from the battlefield." I just stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what the bloody hell to say. He walked up to me, knife out, and dragged the flat side over my cheek. "How can someone like you be so lucky?"

Dekus pupils shrank. "You were born with good looks, an awesome quirk, a happy family, everything. Everybody looks up to you. But you're an asshole. A bully. And just because you were so lucky all your life, you were able to become a Hero in the first place. With such an ugly personality." He took a step back and started cleaning his fingernails with the tip of his knife.

"And then there's me. Born without a quirk, my father left O-kaa-san as soon as he found out about that, my childhood friend turned against me… I never had a chance to begin with, but life also took away any chance I had. What kind of karma even is that?" Deku sighed.

I didn't know how to react to his speech, so I fucking didn't. I changed the topic. "You probably should stop injuring my face. Those damn extras are gonna ask questions." He stared into the blade of his knife like into a mirror. "I guess you're right…" "Of course I fucking am. I can't believe you became a dangerous fucking sociopath and still are a damn idiot."

Dekus face became cold and in a split second, his knife was against my throat. "Whoa, careful Kacchan. You might cut yourself on that edge." I gave my best to keep a straight face, but Deku saw the hint of fear in my eyes and gave me a conceited smile. This little bitch was so fucking crazy, I'd bet my ass he bit ice cream. I almost laughed at that thought. Almost.

I stared at the floor. "The old Deku… Is he still in there?" Deku raised a brow. "You mean that annoying, overly optimistic idiot? Yeah. Not that I'd need him." I cleared my throat, bracing myself to make a deal with the motherfucking devil. "For the three weeks my parents are gone… You can do whatever your sadomasochistic fetishes like to do with people to me, if you let me talk to him a couple of times."

Deku took the knife away from my throat. "Hm, a deal… One where I have the advantage… Not seeming like there's any twist that could make me regret this…" His eyes suddenly flopped to the ceiling. "Please agree! I-" He closed his eyes. "You shut the fuck up. This is not your decision. Not anymore." Dekus eyes ignited with madness saying these words. Then he grinned. "Alright. I'm in. Anything and everything." I nodded slowly.

Deku grinned viciously. Fuck yeah, a deal with the devil.