Chapter 27

I woke up from metallic noises in the kitchen somewhere around 5 am. When I entered it, I found Deku sharpening the kitchen knives, completely disregarding how loud he was. "What the fuck, Deku. I was fucking sleeping." He just grinned at me menacingly. "Oh well, Karma's a bitch."

I growled. "Fuck you. I'm going back to bed." "Mind if I tag along?" I shrugged in response. "Depends on the way you interpret sleeping." Deku chuckled. "Get your mind out of the gutter. "You go first." "Impossible. My mind is the gutter." This was getting to weird for me.

"It's too fucking early for your bullshit. Just do whatever you want. But take your shoes off." Having said that, I strolled back up to my room and dropped into my bed. A few moments later, I felt Deku curling up next to me. Then I fell asleep again.

The second awakening that day was just as pleasant as the first one. It was the sound of my ringtone, to specify that, a nuclear bomb detonating. I threw a quick glance at the caller's name. "What the fucking fuck do you fucking want, Ashido?!"

The bubbly voice of my only female friend filled my bedroom. "I wondered if you wanted to hang out some time! Been a while since the Bakusquad got together." "And that's what you fucking wake me up for?! I'm fucking busy." "With what? Getting cut up, hanging out with a creep or moping around? You got no valid excuse."

I growled. "Shitty hair preached his amen to you aswell, huh?! I will hang up now, and if you call again, I'll block your fucking number." "I swear to god, Katsuki Bakugou, once the holidays are over, I will etch holes into your face." That was the moment I hung up.

Deku next to me shifted a bit, but he wasn't awake yet. Then he turned around, bumped into my side and woke up from the impact. "What the- oh, right." He gave me a tilted grin. "Enjoyed having me next to you, didn't you?" I could only stare, being a bit shook.

Deku meanwhile sat up, smiling into nothing with closed eyes. "Sleeping in your bed is like sleeping in a candy store. I legit dreamed of eating a giant toffee." I snorted. "You took 'sweet dreams' a bit too literal, huh?" His eyes shot open. "The toffee was Kacchan-shaped. I really bit your head off."

I blinked. "On second thought, you'd better not sleep in one damn room with me again. You'll end up fucking eating me. And I'll have to watch, 'cause you'll eat me deliberately if I wake you up." Deku broke down laughing. "And now I'll definitely never sleep anywhere else than next to you again!"

I stared down at his giggling figure and wished he'd always be like that. My thoughts drifted off for a while, then Dekus voice dragged me back to the surface. "What are you thinking about, Kacchan?" His words had a strangely sweet undertone to them. I rested my head in my hand. "Nothing in particular."

Deku dropped his head to the side, his curls bouncing off his shoulder. "I don't know if I believe you." I had nothing to answer. He shifted a bit closer to me and forced my face towards him. "Kacchan, why are you so timid?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Timid what now? Fucking explain that."

His shoulder dropped. "You can't be that stupid." I suddenly understood. "Your fucking fault for spewing cryptic lines instead of asking straight forward! You should've just asked why I'm not trying to… kiss… you…" My voice gradually became quieter. This made Deku laugh lightly. "You don't like saying it either."

Then he forced my head down to his level. "Listen here, I'm not acting these circumstances out for you just so that you can disregard them and do your thing. Love me or leave it, but I won't try to work with something half-assed. Either way, you're playing right into my hands. Decide and don't turn back."

I raised one of my brows. "Are trying to push me into something?" "I'm pressuring you into either hating or loving me. It would be better for you aswell to decide, because your shallow attempts in feelings are so unsatisfying… It might just make me think my puppet turned to a ragdoll."

Deku cupped my cheeks with his hands. "And if you don't serve a purpose anymore… If I've had it… If you're just left an empty shell… Then I will kill you." I grabbed his shoulders. "You're such a fucking souleater." Then I pulled Deku close and smashed my lip on his, completely ignoring his vow to murder me.

In the end, I might've just expected him wanting to be the one to end my life. Depressing, but true. Deku was Deku after all, in all of his lethal glory. My belief that I could change him was weakening every day, I was more or less latching onto Izuku. If Izuku was the one triggered most of the time, I'd be content.

Though nobody said any of this would ever happen.

Dekus fingernails clawed into my skin. "Stop spacing out. I'm right here." I snapped back just to be trapped by his eyes. Something like happiness was in them, but more in the direction of guilty satisfaction. Although I highly doubted Deku ever felt guilt. Then those eerily ashy eyes narrowed.

Deku pulled me even closer and the air in both our mouths collided. I had to close my eyes, but I was pretty sure Deku was still examining me closely. When he let me go, I was breathing heavily, not quite getting what had just happened. Deku laughed quietly. "Wasn't that hard, huh?"

I just stared at the mattress, processing.

The next two days were… something else. Deku seemed to be there all the time, no matter if either of us were asleep or awake. It was as if he was trying to chain me to him. Get me used to him, so I'd suffer when he was gone. Make me addicted to him.

Call me a weak ass, but it might've just worked.

I didn't want Deku anywhere but next to me.