Orange Juice from Hell (Part 2)

Author's Notes: This chapter (and the next) is still part of Midoriya's backstory, so expect heavy BakuDeku scenes. There are also explicit sexual assault and homophobic slurs.

Be warned.

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It was dinnertime when Kacchan returned to the dorms, he spent the whole afternoon walking around the school campus just to calm himself off. Even if Deku practically told him to be his usual vulgar self around him, it still felt wrong for him to continue acting that way toward his childhood friend. He wanted to prove that he was a changed man. Well, technically, he didn't change into this friendly guy that's all rainbow and butterflies and all that crap. But he was willing to be like that so he could regain this friendship that he lost with Deku.

Upon entering the room, he was greeted by the sight of a very sweaty and muscular Izuku, topless and currently lifting some heavy-looking dumbbells.

Only did it occur to Kacchan what puberty did to Izuku.

Izuku had fucking massive muscles, he'd probably be featured in those med books because of those prominent guns (Kacchan was sure he can name each and every one of them if the model was Deku). His shoulders were wider now, so wide it seemed like he could completely cover Kacchan with his body alone. Though it looked odd since Deku was still shorter than him by an inch or so, it was no denying that he was more muscular than ever.

Like Arnold Schwarzenegger on steroids.

Deku's head suddenly snapped towards his direction, settling the lifting equipment down. For some reason, his bright forest green eyes were wide in amusement.

"What?" He suppressed a laugh, covering his mouth with his sweaty hand.

"What?" Kacchan asked back.

"Did you just call me Arnold Schwarzenegger on steroids?"

Apparently, he said that out loud.

"N-n-no I didn't," Kacchan uncharacteristically stuttered, stomping his feet as he headed towards his bed.

"You stuttered," Deku teased. God, he could smell his sweaty odor even if they were a meter apart. And it wasn't a bad thing. It was a Deku thing.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

"No, I didn't!" He shouted, throwing a pillow at him.

The curly-haired boy easily caught it. "God, I can't believe you just accused me of ogling at you a while ago when you're the one doing exactly that at me."

"Wha--" His voice got caught up in his throat. "W-w-why would I ogle you, bitch? I'm not gay, you are! Also, don't touch my pillow, you're gonna get it--NO!"

Deku absentmindedly wiped his face on its pillowcase. He only realized what he did when Kacchan was attempting to throttle him.

"I'm sorry," Yet he was laughing, infuriating Kacchan even more. "You shouldn't throw your pillow at me in the first place!"

"Oh wow, so you're victim-blaming me now?" He authoritatively placed his hand on his hips.

"Victim-blaming?"

"Yeah, victim-blaming!" Kacchan insisted. "Also, wear a fucking shirt, you wannabe porn star."

"You just called me Arnold Schwarzenegger on steroids and then now a wannabe porn star? You really are amazing, Kacchan."

For some reason, he got the feeling the way Deku used 'amazing' wasn't in the same context as he did when he kept praising Kacchan. It got him irritated.

"Give me back my pillow, you!" He snatched the pillow away like some ninja.

Izuku continued laughing. He really wasn't sure what was funny, actually.

Yet, for some reason, Katsuki felt at ease.

This was the present.

***

The next day, after they finished unpacking their things and completely settled in, they decided to catch up with old times. They ate at this small cafe near their dorm. Starting that day on, it became their special meet-up place even when the food isn't that exceptionally good nor was the ambiance of the place any better.

It was their secret base.

"I honestly didn't expect you'd be my roommate!" Deku said, taking a nibble from his chocolate cookie.

"I didn't expect you'd pass here in the first place," Kacchan said nonchalantly. "I actually thought you were just joking yesterday the other day when you said you'll be studying here. I didn't really think I'd see you here, much less be your roommate."

"Rude," He frowned. "Anyway, I saw the news that you got the highest score out of all the takers, and that's a really amazing feat since about a hundred thousand students took them this year! Even now, you really are amazing!"

The blond man leaned closer to Deku, the green-haired boy waited for him to whisper something, but Kacchan only ended up chomping on Deku's cookie. The blond boy puffed his chest out, nose held high and pointy, and a few cookie crumbs scattered on his face. "I am the best, after all."

"You still say the most self-indulgent shit until now," Izuku shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. "Though I'm glad that you are."

"Why?" A couple of crumbs flew out of Kacchan's mouth, making the other boy recoil in disgust.

"Gross, dude." Izuku shoved a tissue on Kacchan's face, roughly wiping the bits off his face. Kacchan snatched it from his hand and patted himself clean, pouting a bit. "When you dragged me off the other day and apologized—" Katsuki sighed at the word "—I got really worried because you seemed like an entirely different person. I don't know, I think it's really difficult to interact with a cool and calm Kacchan."

"I'm always cool and calm!" He argued.

"While yesterday," Deku continued, completely ignoring Katsuki's words. "you were awkwardly trying to be friendly and stuff... That isn't you, that's what I do and I think the world has enough Midoriya Izuku all ready for you to add to the cup..."

"You're mumbling," Kacchan pointed out.

"I'm mumbling," He agreed, "It's just... Be you. Be the rude Kacchan who drops the F-bomb whenever he could. Be self-conceited. Threaten to kill me. Be—"

"The bully who ruined your life?" Kacchan interrupted.

"No," Izuku shook his head. "Look, I know you're the type of person who has difficulty expressing his feelings and you end up sounding harsh to anyone in earshot. But I understand you, Kacchan." He grabbed Katsuki's hand, making the other boy tense up. "You don't need to act differently towards me."

"Don't you think my apologies would be useless if you tell me to act the same way as I did before?" Kacchan pulled his hand back, uncomfortably shifting in his chair, bringing up his point from yesterday.

"Kacchan, your way of showing affection is being aggressive." He deadpanned. "You're basically a cat."

"Wha—" Katsuki choked.

"I... I like it when you treat me roughly." Midoriya paused. "Oh shit, that came out wrong."

"I always knew you were a masochist," Yet he was still burning red.

"Maybe I am," Deku laughed. "... Am I making sense? Or am I just mumbling again?"

"A combination of both," Kacchan hesitantly nodded. "...Really? You don't think I'm insincere when I said I'm tryin' to treat you right if I speak like how I usually do?"

"I'll just feel creeped out if you tried to be level-headed all the time," He scratched the side of his face.

"I am level-headed all the time, you shitty nerd!"

"Ah, there it is," Deku gasped exaggeratedly. "The Kacchan I like,"

"Gay,"

"What," Deku scowled. "We aren't over this talk? Why are we back at this again?"

"Because you won't admit that you're gay," He stuck his tongue out.

"Get bent, Kacchan." He sighed, flashing the middle finger.

"Oh," The blond raised his hands up in comical surrender. "we got a rebel over here."

"No seriously, get fucking bent."

"Are we talking about metal straws? Or...?" Katsuki wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Is this another one of your forced sexual orientation talks?"

"God damn it, Deku. Calm the fuck down."

"How could I if each conversation we have we always end up talking about who's gay?" Izuku rolled his eyes.

"Because you are,"

"Fucking Christ," Midoriya wiped his face with his hand, shaking his head.

Kacchan burst out laughing.