Chapter 37

About an hour later, I was lying curled up in my bed, not really knowing where up and down was. I was more exhausted than after three days of the damn training camp we had at school every year. I didn't know where Deku went, but I didn't have enough energy to care. That guy was one hell of a beast in bed. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to move at all tomorrow, especially because this had been my first time being topped.

I turned around, so I was lying on my stomach, and buried my still heated face in my pillow. I reached out to pull my blanket over me, but a coarse hand stopped me from doing so. "One more thing before you go to sleep." Deku lied down on me and put his left arm around my waist.

I heard a familiar, metallic clicking noise, then a sharp pain went through my right shoulder. This repeated a few times in several directions, then Deku moved his knifer further towards my elbow and did something similar. It didn't hurt as much as all the other times, more like scratches than being cut up.

Dekus tongue slit over the scratches, licking off the bit of blood that had come out. Then I heard another clicking noise and he tossed his knife away. A moment later, I felt my warm blanket being pulled over the both of us and I fell asleep.

Deku was still there the next day when I woke up. Our legs were intertwined and I had my arms clenched around him tightly. Deku was still sleeping, breathing into the crook of my neck. I softly put him down next to me and stared at him.

He looked like a little child again, peaceful, not dangerous at all and… cute. You tell anyone I said that and I'll murder you in your sleep. I slowly moved my hand towards Deku and moved strands of his messy, fluffy hair out of his face. I thought he had woken up when he suddenly turned on his belly and mumbled something, but it turned out he was just talking in his sleep. "Choke on my dick, you wet sock."

I had to quickly cover my mouth with my hands or I would've burst out laughing. Deku turned back onto his back, then he suddenly sat up straight. "Where the hell am I?" He spotted me and his expression dropped. "Oh hell no, I'm going back to sleep." Then he lied back down and turned away from me.

I raised an eyebrow and grumbled. "The fuck's that supposed to mean?!" Deku huffed into the pillow. "A day where I wake up and the first thing I see is the shittiest person in the world can't be a good day." I snorted. "Didn't know I was a mirror."

Deku abstained from answering, crawled over the end of my bed and stretched, making about every joint in his body pop. I watched the movements of his back muscles more or less mesmerized, then my attention was drawn to something else:

The scars on Dekus back.

The long scar on his right side dragged up to his shoulder blade, almost meeting with two across his right shoulder. The rest of his back was a legitimate mess. Someone had played tic-tac-toe on his lower back with a knife, a few tally marks were slit near his left shoulder and the rest was just littered with too many scars to count.

Deku dropped his head back, so he was grotesquely looking at me overhead. "Jesus, stop staring holes in my back. Yeah, I was played tic-tac-toe on, and yeah, I was used as a tally. So what?" I didn't quite know how to react. "Who? Why?" Deku sighed, faced forwards again and turned around, so I could see his face normally. Then he pointed at the nasty scar across his belly.

"That blonde from the League of Villains is responsible for this one. Himiko Toga was her name. Well, after she sharpened her lame kitchen knife on me, I passed out and she thought I was dead. Played tic-tac-toe on me with some kind of lizard. Probably did that on corpses quite often when she was bored. Well, my sensei found me, took care of me and asked me if I wanted him to teach me how to utilize a knife."

He sighed with a slight smile. "The tally marks are from him. You can count how often I lost a fight against him on my back. Just a little add-up to the scars I already had from fighting him." I raised an eyebrow. "You're always saying 'sensei'. Does he have a fucking name?!" "Probably, but he told me neither his 'villain' name nor his actual name. I always just called him sensei."

I stared at the mattress. "Do you have a 'villain' name?" "Yeah. Deku." My eyes shot up to him. His expression was stoic. "Why would you use the name I insult you with as an actual name for yourself?!" Deku hopped back onto the bed, not bothering to find the rest of his clothes anymore. Jeez, when did that formerly freckled fuck get this self-confident?!

He grinned at me. "That's a longer story. You see, I've left a few corpses on my path, but there's only one I actually meant to kill. The motherfucker that killed my sensei. I had already planned revenge on you for a while and kinda wanted to give you a hint I was still alive. So I slit the Kana for 'Deku', a name only you would recognize, in his arm. I guess you never saw the news, so my psychological terror never reached you. Afterwards, I kept it as my name just in case I'd kill again and wanted to terrorize you a bit. Didn't get that far, though."

I was shocked. Not because he was, just as I assumed, a serial killer, but because that fact didn't shock me at fucking all. I just quietly accepted it. Deku was messed up, but hey! At least I got to fuck him now. And I definitely should get my damn ethics and morals checked. They were dropping by the moment.

This was the strangest morning after I had ever experienced.