Chapter 39

I went into the kitchen to Deku, who was closing the kitchen window. "Kacchan, did you open the window fully? I thought I left it tilted." I shrugged. "Don't ask me, I've been mentally absent since yesterday." This statement made him snicker. "I can't blame you. Anyways, what's that? Kirishima trying to bribe you into ratting me out?"

My eyes rushed to the present in my hands. "Some kind of birthday present. Dunno what it is." I took the wrapping paper off and discarded it into the trashcan next to the door. The present turned out to be a photograph of the Bakusquad, including me, in a black frame.

Some kind of flaps that looked like the explosion-like ends of my Hero Suit Mask were taped to the sides of the frame, and it said 'Bakusquad' and the date the photo was taken at the bottom. I grinned. I had already forgotten that photo existed.

Deku stared at the frame in my hands. "How cute. Quite loyal, those friends you have. Can't say I've ever experienced that." I snorted. "You're doing right now. You're not in jail, you're here. Because I'm so fucking loyal." "Ignoring the fact that you love me, you're right."

I scowled. "Don't say it out loud. Sounds fucking ridiculous." Deku didn't react to that. He pushed my arms down and put his right foot next to mine. "Kacchan… I actually deeply believe you're just scared of the consequences trying to get me out of the way would have." A smug expression showed up on his face. "You know I always get what I want, and if I want you… Then I'll find a way to get out of prison and get you."

I placed my hands on my hips and came close to Dekus face. "You're such a fucking narcissist. As if everything was always about you." He grinned. "Tuck your sass back in, unless you want to die. You're not any different. Just that you always believe everything is about you in a good way."

Deku turned around and walked a few steps away from me. "I always feel like everyone's out to get me. Not like everyone is trying to crawl up my ass because I'm so awesome." He shot me a glare over the shoulder and left the room.

This boy.

I went after Deku. He was leaning at the wall in the hallway. "Fucking hell, do you have to make a drama out of everything I say?! Are you Shakespeare or something?!" I got a death glare in return. "DON'T stare at me like that! I'm stating nothing but the fucking truth!"

When Deku suddenly came at me, I thought I'd get fileted again. Instead, Deku placed a short, hard kiss on my lips and darkly grinned at my surprise. I dropped my shoulders and narrowed my eyes. "The fuck was that for."

Deku looked up into my eyes like he was staring down at me. "You're just so cute when you're mad." "WELL THEN I'M ABOUT TO GET REAL FUCKIN' ADORABLE!" I snarled. He wasn't impressed at all. "I get it now. It's your pride, right? Last night was poison for your huge pride. You feel like I've humiliated you."

I didn't answer. Deku was right, too sure. But I wouldn't slush my dear pride even fucking more by admitting it. Deku lightly put his arms around my neck. "You should savor the feeling. Stop thinking. You were never the type to anyways." Then he whispered into my ear. "I'm feeling nice, so let me tell you a secret."

His warm breath on my cheek made me calm down a bit. Deku noticed and smiled lightly. "I loved it." I felt myself turning red and looked away. That was how I missed Dekus mischievous grin, which should've told me he wasn't acting on kindness. He never did.

"Pride is a deadly sin, Kacchan." With those words, Deku left me.

For two fucking days.

No hugging him, no kissing him, no listening to his voice, no seeing him grin at me, no… everything. After those two days of distracting myself with exercising, doing homework, watching the news and looking at random shit online, I was finally emotionally pent up enough to burst out in tears thinking about Deku.

I was worried to death. What if somebody had killed him? There was an 85 percent chance he was alive, Deku was tough after all, but… I really didn't wanna think about the other 15 percent. Not to mention that there was a possibility he had killed himself. Maybe he also ran away, just because he could.

Deku and his fucking unpredictability.

When he eventually turned up on the window seat in my room again, playing with the earrings in his right ear, I was torn between hugging him to death and blasting his ass to Jupiter for vanishing like that. I decided on a weird combo. "FUCKING HELL, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" I clenched my arms around him tightly, almost making Deku lose his balance.

He grumbled. "Don't scream into my ear, you idiot." "I was fucking worried to death, of course I'll scream, dammit!" Deku deigned to hug back, snickering slightly. "Feels good coming back to something like this. Maybe I should leave you hanging more often." I nuzzled my nose deeper into his hair. "Don't you dare. I'll fucking chain you to me."

Then I loosened my grip. "On a serious note, where the hell were you?" Deku grinned ominously. "Oh, I was just taking care of a little something."