Chapter 22

A few moments later, we were sitting on the flat part of my houses' roof¸ staring up into the sky. It was a clear night, and due to the moon being only a crescent, hundreds, thousands, millions of stars were visible. Now I knew why cheesy movies always used this as their setting for dramatic scenes.

The sky portrayed the perfect image of eternity.

The more my eyes got used to the night, the more stars became visible. Finally, the whole image became clear. The night was so dark, yet clear that we could see the Milky Way. Blue, violet, crimson tinted clouds of stars and white speckles in the night sky.

It was overwhelming. And even I was fucking impressed. After all, not matter how great I'd become, I'd never reach the infinite power of the universe. Then my gaze shifted over to Deku. The whole sensation was reflecting in his eyes, giving them their old sparkle.

My eyes ran over him further, over his fluffy black hair, his pierced ears, his wide shoulders that still seemed fragile to me, his scarred hands… I wished I could capture this moment in a marble and savor it forever.

Dekus eyes suddenly flinched over to me, and once he noticed I was staring, he grinned. "I'm not the damn night sky, Kacchan." I huffed. "Keep stalking the Milky Way, idiot. Makes your eyes look less like a dusty mirror." He raised his eyebrows.

"Mirror, huh? Isn't the saying that the eyes are the mirror of the soul? Because then it's not a dusty mirror, it's a broken mirror." Deku moved his hand to his face like he was about to claw his eye out. I dropped onto my back. "Reflections are never the actual image." This made Deku chuckle. "How cute. A motivational phrase."

"Is it now?" I closed my eyes. "It could just mean that my nice reflection is the distortion of something already distorted." Deku dropped down next to me. "But isn't the distortion in your life me?" I didn't answer. I wasn't sure either. Deku wasn't thrown off by my silence.

"Kacchan, what were you thinking when you stared at me?" I avoided his eyes. "Nothing in particular." At least nothing I could put into words. Suddenly, Deku was above me, his face hovering centimeters over mine. "Are you sure about that?"

I flinched, not knowing what to await. Then my defense mechanism finally triggered. I shoved Dekus face away from me and sat up. "I just fucking said so! Do you not know what personal damn space is?!" He removed my hand from his face. "Yes, but I choose to ignore it."

A slight growl escaped my throat. "You shouldn't be given the fucking choice in the first place." And with that, Deku was back on me. He had my wrists tightly enough to make sure I couldn't escape and his knee was on my chest. "You're becoming bold again, Kacchan."

His slight smirk was somewhere between knowing, annoyed and amused. I couldn't interpret it. While moving his face closer to mine, Deku licked over his canine teeth, almost like a fucking vampire. I didn't know what the fuck to think.

Deku came down to my ear and I could feel his hot breath becoming cold on my skin. "So Kacchan… Your heart is beating too quickly, your breathing is unstable and your pupils are diluting. Either you're immensely scared of me, or…" I could feel his grin close to my skin. "Or you're enjoying this."

I heard my own breath hitching, then I gritted my teeth. "Get the fuck off me, Deku. If I didn't want you to keep your hands, I would've already blown them up. Don't fucking risk it." Deku slowly followed my command and sat back down next to me. "And once again you cover your insecurities up with brutality."

Then his face dropped to a pout. "Man, I was having fun teasing you. Your face was hella satisfying. You should've seen it!" His grin was already back. I flicked my tongue. "What level of bipolar even are you?!" Dekus grin just deepened. "It's more like a mentally mattered volatility."

I snorted. "Volatile and lethal. What are you, radioactive metal?" "Curiosity. I'm curiosity. And curiosity did not only kill the cat, it might also kill the Kacchan." I got Dekus hint and shut my gob. For a while, we just kept staring at the stars again.

Then I sighed. "You hate me, and all you're here for is to make me suffer. Then why the hell are you doing this with me? This is more something friends would do." Deku shrugged lightly. "I don't really know either. But I wouldn't if I knew it was pointless."

I sat up. "Pointless? The fuck's that supposed to mean?!" Dekus grin was making me livid. "Everything serves a purpose, Kacchan. Well, most things at least. And whatever purpose watching the universe serves, I'm sure it'll benefit me." I ran my hands through my hair in despair. "Is this just a game to you?"

He laughed in a way that made me shiver. "I won't answer that. Come on now, you should go to bed. We wouldn't want you going on a killing spree, now would we?" I shook the numbing paralysis in my head off and followed Deku back into my room.

Once I had closed the window, Deku was already gone. I shrugged it off and went to bed. I was asleep too quickly as to notice the dark figure cowering on the end of my bed.

Everything between Deku and me was volatile.

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>Kacchan's getting attached to me. <

>Us, you mean. <

>No. He knows the difference. And it's me. His feelings for you are filled with regrets and pain to the brim. <

>Pain YOU inflicted on him! <

>Because of you. Deal with it, now that he believes you've forgiven him, you're becoming unimportant. Once again. <

>…<