Chapter 13

"So?"

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "So…?" "You were asking a question." Midoriyas expression was sphinxlike. The redhead in front of him started sweating. "Uh- yeah. I wanted to ask what you wanted at Bakugou's. But I guess that's obvious now." Midoriya showed not physical reaction whatsoever.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrow. "Say, when Kacchan came home upset the other day… Did that have something to do with your visit?" Kirishima nodded bashfully. "Yeah… I asked him about a wound on his back and he just snapped out of the blue, saying he was done with me."

"Were you really friends? Or were you just another one of those people who put their heads up Kacchans ass far enough to be tolerated?" Midoriyas hostile question caught Kirishima off-guard. "I uh… I see Bakugou as an actual friend… And normally, he acts decent with me aswell…"

Midoriya hummed as an answer, then he turned around to leave. "Alright. Have a day." "… A day?" The black-haired boy laughed at Kirishima's confused expression. "I don't have foresight, ergo I can't tell how your day will be. The only thing I'm sure about is that you'll live this day."

He chuckled lightly, his ashy green eyes glowing through the shadow his hair cast. "Or at least I sure do hope so." Something about the way he talked and acted didn't seem right to Kirishima. He couldn't make it out, but something was horribly wrong with the boy in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment, then he plucked up his courage. "Hey, can we talk?" Midoriya blinked a few times, then an innocent smile showed up on his face. "Sure. But not here. Let's go to the park instead." Kirishima nodded, and the two boys started their way downtown.

None of them talked on the way, but Kirishima observed Midoriya closely. The smaller male had habits of a child, like not stepping on cracks between stones, sliding his hand along a metal fence or randomly hopping onto small walls and walking on them. This greatly confused Kirishima, since Midoriya had acted more effortlessly cynical the other times they had met.

When they reached the park, Midoriya headed straight to a nearby bench and Kirishima tagged along. Once they had sat down, Kirishima picked up the conversation. "Someone cut Bakugous back up four times. Do you have any idea who could've done that?" His voice was desperate.

Midoriyas eyes were somewhere else when he answered. "There are many people who don't like Kacchan. Understandably. But normally, people are too scared of him to try and undermine him. I don't think like other people who hate him, so I don't know who'd go that fair. In summary, I have no idea."

Kirishima's expression dropped. "I see. You seem to know Bakugou quite well though. How long have you been friends?" "Roughly eleven years." "So you became friends in elementary school?" Midoriya shook his head. "Kindergarten." "How does that make sense?"

Midoriya sighed. "We started being friends somewhere around the age of four. I saw him as a friend up until middle school. Then some… things happened and we parted ways. I hadn't seen him in three and a half years. We only "reunited" a while ago." He mimicked quotation marks with his fingers.

Kirishima nodded. "So you know basically nothing about his life." Midoriya snorted. "I could, but I don't bother. Why waste time with something that apparently changes so quickly? His personality, however, barely changed in all the time I know him." Now, Kirishima was curious. "What changed?"

Midoriya tapped his finger on his knee. "Hmm… He's able to restrain himself a bit more… His superiority complexes shallowed a bit… His daily tantrums went down from five to three… But that's about it." His sarcasm shocked Kirishima a bit. "Do you even like Bakugou?"

The black-haired male blankly glared straight forward. "I won't answer that." His cryptic way of speaking started to annoy Kirishima. Either Midoriya was harboring a gruesome secret or he was being unnecessarily dramatic. Kirishima couldn't tell.

"What's the deal with you?!" Midoriya abruptly turned his head at Kirishima's question. "Specify that." "Why are you so…" Kirishima was at loss for words, making Midoriya give him an amused smile. "Strange? Weird? Creepy? Honest?" Kirishima just stared, while Midoriya leaned back.

"It shouldn't confuse you. You see, Kacchan is a total piece of shit. If you're friends with him, you're either a masochist or just as much of an asshole as he is." Kirishima lightly shook his head at that statement. "I disagree." Midoriya didn't bat an eye. "Of course you do. You can't see the forest from the trees."

Kirishima rose an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You can't realize the truth about something when you're in it to your neck." This, for some reason, made the redhead shiver. He stared at his feet. "Imma be honest with you, Midoriya. You scare me."

All he earned was a light chuckle. "Don't worry about it. I scare everyone."