Orange Juice from Hell (Part 3)

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

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Due to them having similar courses, Kacchan and Deku often share the same class. And Deku can positively say that Kacchan was still as amazing as he was years ago.

They were only a month in the whole school year yet he was already branded by the professors as one of the most promising students. His professors already took note of his name, and you know it's a big deal in college that your profs know who you are. For every quiz they took, Kacchan would be the top in their class. For every recitation, he would answer confidently and perfectly. In every presentation he made, each and every student can't help but want him to teach the lesson instead of their professor.

"You really are amazing," Deku said, scooting closer to Kacchan as he finished a presentation where he received a round of applause. It was one of the many classes where they attended together, meaning they spend more time with each other than necessary. "I hope I'll be able to catch up to you soon,"

The instructor already left, and so did some students. While the others remained in class, freely chattering as they killed time for the next class.

"In your dreams," Kacchan snorted, sliding his arm on the back of Izuku's chair.

"Rude," Deku pouted, shoving his arm off. "Kacchan, we're in the middle of class. Please restrain your flirtatious tendencies towards me."

"Y-y-you bitch!" He fumed. "It's not my fault it feels comfortable to rest my arm there!"

"Yes, yes," Deku smiled teasingly, angering Kacchan even more. Suddenly, his expression faltered as he made eye contact with something besides Kacchan.

"What's up?" Katsuki tilted his head to the side.

Izuku shifted his gaze to the board in front of them, sweatdropping. "Iida-san has been glaring at us for quite a while now." He whispered.

Katsuki spun around, and indeed, a prim and proper Iida Tenya has been giving them a strange look. "Fucker, what do you want?"

Iida didn't say anything, he turned away and continued to read the book he was holding.

Katsuki faced Izuku again, clicking his tongue. "What does that creep want? This isn't the first time you caught him giving us a dirty look."

"Maybe it's because you're shouting and disturbing his reading,"

"I think he's just an ass,"

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Midoriya had this tendency to weightlift half-naked every day after class as a way to cool off, much to Kacchan's chagrin. Or should I say enjoyment?

"When did you become so stocked up..." He heard Kacchan muttering under his breath.

Izuku didn't want to assume things but he noticed that Kacchan would often watch him intensely (and by intense, he meant Kacchan biting his lips and swearing inaudibly for some unknown reason) during his weightlifting sessions. First, he just assumed that Katsuki was too embarrassed to ask for weightlifting tips so he's using him as a frame of reference.

But today, however, the other man was openly ogling at his body.

"I've been exercising since we were young, I can't believe you only noticed it now."

He replied, even though both of them knew it was rhetorical.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that, you always covered yourself up when—Wait a minute," Kacchan paused dramatically. "So are you telling me you've always looked like this, yet you never bothered to fight back whenever we beat you up?"

Izuku shrugged.

"So you were looking down on me!"

"Why are you mad?!" Deku frowned, settling his dumbbells down. Kacchan gulped heavily. "You're the one who made my life a living hell yet you're mad at me because I didn't beat you to a bloody pulp when I could've?!"

Kacchan suddenly burst out laughing. Izuku narrowed his eyes, standing up to get some cooled water inside their fridge.

"I honestly don't know whether you're legitimately looking for a fight or your humor just swings that way,"

"I think you swing that way,"

Deku mechanically turned his head around. Kacchan stopped.

"Seriously?"

"I'm not!" Deku blushed, "I'm just concerned about how you twisted my words and our conversation went in this direction!"

"... Sorry," He said a little too softly, Midoriya wouldn't have heard it if the room was a tad more spacious. "Even if we already talked about this, I still have a hard time acting around you."

"Well, it's been three years." Izuku agreed. "I honestly can't remember how we used to interact when we were younger."

"I remember treating you like my slave,"

"No way in hell would I let you do that to me again,"

Kacchan snorted. "Hey, it was just a suggestion."

"Right," Deku nodded, his tone akin to someone who's not really agreeing to the subject matter but more humoring the person he's talking to.

Kacchan remained silent for a while, Deku took it as a cue that their conversation ended and he resumed his weightlifting session as per usual.

"...cheese grater for abs."

He almost dropped the bell on his bare foot. "A what for abs?"

Katsuki blinked a couple of times, realizing a bit too late that he just said that out loud. "I'm not checking you out."

"You are,"

"I'm not."

"Maybe you're the one who's gay!" Izuku fired back.

It has been a thing for them lately, to have a banter of which is gay, more gay, the gayest. All this time, Deku knew he was the gay one. But lately, he got the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Kacchan might be, too.

Kacchan gagged. "You're the one with dick-sucking rumors in middle school!"

"..."

"...Too soon?" He winced.

"... Oh, I bet you went to the back of the gym waiting for some free blowjobs but were greatly disappointed because there weren't." Deku accused smugly. "Why would you do that? Because you're gay."

Bakugo was utterly speechless, his face was as bright as his crimson eyes.

"Seriously?" Deku gawked. "Dude, if you are, you don't need to worry that I'm homophobic because—"

"Bitch please," Kacchan shook his head, face still flustered, maybe even more. "You wouldn't even know what a blowjob feels like, much less know how to give one."

"Wha—"

"By a girl." He added belatedly, realizing a bit too late the implication of the succession of their conversation. "I got one from a girl. In case you get the wrong idea."

"..."

"Deku, no."

"Deku, yes!" Izuku looked a bit too excited for comfort. "According to your logic, because you already received a blowjob before, it means you know how to—"

"I will not fucking blow you."

There was a pregnant pause.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Izuku looked utterly bewildered. "That was the last thing on my mind."

Kacchan kept his mouth shut, realizing that if he said anything else he was going to fall down in the deeper pits of blow jobs and the knowledge of it.

"... Of course, unless you're offering." Midoriya smiled sheepishly. Kacchan saw red.

That night, Midoriya slept in front of their room's doorstep.