Chapter 14

The morning after Deku had retrieved his knife, I woke up from something breathing into my face. Breathing. I opened my eyes and found a pair of ashy green eyes staring right at me. "Good morning, Kacchan."

I sat straight up and immediately regretted sleeping without a shirt. "What the fuck, Deku?! Why are you in my fucking house?! Why are you watching me sleep?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Deku chuckled at my barrage of words.

Suddenly, he shoved his face into mine so close our noses almost met and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Like a really fucking creepy one. "I like how you look so innocent and naive when you sleep. I could be holding a knife to your throat and you'd notice nothing."

He did hold his damn knife against my throat, didn't he? From now on, I'd abstain from sleeping. I'd have enough time for that when Deku killed me.

I dropped back down and rubbed my eyes with my bandaged knuckles. Deku kept eating me up with his eyes. "I'm so jealous of you, Kacchan." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Haah?! You just have to hire a damn assassin for yourself, then you got the feels."

Deku chuckled. "No, not like that. I just wish I could wake up like you in the morning." I snorted. "How the hell can you be bad at waking up?!" "Can't wake up if you never go to sleep." Dekus undershadowed eyes concurred with him.

I turned to him and smashed his face down into the mattress. "Guess we found the culprit of your psychopathy. I felt like killing someone aswell when you kept me up last week. And now get your sleep-deprived ass some rest. I got no use for a killer who can't give it his all."

Hannibal Lecter 2.0 snickered into the mattress. "If only it was that easy. Telling an insomniac to go to sleep does about as much as telling a depresso to be happy." I walked over to my drawer and started searching for clothes. "You're speaking from personal experience, I'm guessing."

Deku went silent for a moment. Then I heard his head shift around. "I like the pattern on your back." His voice gave the vicious smile he was wearing away. I didn't budge. "And I like when you shut your pale ass face." The room behind me was dead silent.

Until I felt Dekus cold breath on my nape. "And that's why I can't sleep. I hate you so, so, so much, I can't stop thinking about everything I'd like to do to you. It's eating me up inside. It's driving me insane!" I turned and went towards the bathroom, rolling my eyes. "Thanks, it's fucking mutual."

I was ripped around by my arm. "Why?!" I couldn't see Dekus face, but his tension was ponderable. "Did I hurt you before?! Beat you up?! Humiliate you?! Make fun of you?! Turn everyone against you?! Tell you to kill yourself?! I'm doing it now to pay you back!"

With every question, Deku had pushed me back, so I was standing at the wall now. I slapped his arm away. "Don't FUCKING touch me! You've done enough damage already!" "Enough?! ENOUGH?! I'm not NEARLY done with you!" Dekus crazy smile was clearly visible now.

I shoved him as far away from me as I could. "Are you aware of the fact that I'm fucking LETTING you do this?! I could've put an end to your little mission LONG ago! Maybe I just felt bad for you ONCE IN YOUR FUCKING PATHETIC LIFE!"

Deku averted his eyes from me. "Do something about it, then. You're all about giving your all in everything, so stop me." I rushed past him to my nightstand. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna do just that! I should've from the start!" Then I quickly picked my phone up and hit the emergency call button.

Just a few seconds later, a calm woman's voice answered. "119, what's your emergency?" I was about to say something, when my gaze shifted over to Deku again. He seemed so small and lost how he stood in the middle of my room, shoulders hanging and eyes overshadowed.

I couldn't tell on him. Not now. I had a fucking mission aswell. The voice emerged from my phone again. "Hello? Anyone there?" "Sorry, I called the wrong contact." Then I ended the call. Silence came upon the room like a cloud of poison gas. The deadly type.

"Why didn't you do it…" Dekus voice was just a soundless whisper. "I never meant to bully you, Deku." I didn't know the exact answer to his question, but I had lots of other things to tell him. Something like hope seemed to flare up in his eyes for a moment, but it immediately vanished. "Is that so."

I nodded and suddenly had the urge to give him a hug. I refrained. Damn Deku shouldn't think I was sorry for him or something. Not to talk about the fact that I never hugged anyone or anything. Deku kept staring at me with tired eyes and I sighed.

"Can you just try to sleep?! I don't care if here or somewhere else, but you're hella sleep-deprived and it's getting to you. You act like some bipolar fuck." Deku grinned at my last sentence. "My money is on maniacally depressed, but you do you." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Go to fucking bed."

He strolled past me and dropped onto my bed backwards. "Happy?" "More than. Holy fuck, I'm never having kids." A mischievous snicker was audible behind me. "You couldn't anyways."

I turned around to ask him whether he told me I was impotent or called me gay again, but he was curled up to a ball like a hedgehog already, and although he wasn't asleep yet, it didn't seem like he'd answer anytime soon. So I just rolled my eyes and left the room to shower.

That had been one hell of a literal rude awakening.