I rubbed my hand over the slight burn mark, recalling today's events.

"You're a quirkless freak and a faggot!"

After that was the part where he pushed me, shoving a burning hand into my back and slamming the door only a fraction of a second after I left. I stood there for at least a solid two minutes, too shocked to do anything but cry silently. Bitter, salty tears rolled down my cheeks and neck. I had just confessed to him. My rival, and my major crush. In return of a confession, I got a disapproving glare and a statement that got to me more than any other set of words he's said to me.

I was now sitting at my desk at home, crying and spinning in my chair. My eyes were puffy and I had blown through a box of tissues. I was propelling myself with my arms and letting my legs dangle and occasionally hit the desk. My ankle was beginning to become bruised and scraped, but I didn't care anymore. I continued to spin until my foot got caught on the chair and knocked it down with me in it. I didn't bother to do anything. I laid there, eventually falling prey to sleep.

"...u...!...De...ku!...Deku!"

A loud voice brought me back to being awake.

"Deku!"

My eyes eventually focused on a face that was all too familiar. The dusty blond hair, the permanent scowl. But, there was also something different. Were there... Tears? In his eyes?

When I had completely registered that the person above me was Kacchan, I sat up and brought my hands up to cover, or I guess protect, my face.

"Oi, Deku! What the hell were you thinking? What the fucking hell were you thinking?"
At this point, the tears escaped from his eyes and were now crawling down his face. I put my arms down and looked at his face.

"Why... Why would you try to kill yourself? Why?"

Wait, what?

"I-I think you're mistaken, Kacchan." At this, he wiped away the tears and puffed out his chest as if he was regaining his manly composure.

"Mistaken? There's blood coming from your head! Your eyes are red and puffy! What did you do then!?"

Blood? ...Blood?

I reach my hand up to my head, and when I pulled it away it was covered with something red and sticky. Now that I think of it, I must have hit my head on the desk as I was going down, but was such an emotional wreck that I hadn't noticed.

"Ah... I fell... Uhhh...Out of my chair..."

"You... What?" He was absolutely fuming. He was pissed! "You mean I shed tears over a punk like you that was clumsy enough to fucking fall out of a swivel chair?! Unbelievable!"

"Well..." I started, but there's not much I can say now. "I was just so upset. I was spinning, and crying uncontrollably. I moved my foot in a way that tipped the chair so I tipped it over and I hit my head on the desk. I didn't feel it, I was too upset and didn't care about anything at all. At that moment with you today, I would have gladly welcomed death. With how embarrassed I was, that actually sounds like a good idea! You know what?" I stood up, looking down on him. "I-I don't even know why I bothered confessing!" I sent myself into another set of waterworks, and I didn't care.

"Deku... I didn't know how much my words affected you..." Kacchan stood, avoiding eye contact with me, but even then didn't change his tone much. "I don't know why but after you left, I couldn't stand what I said." He grabbed my shoulder with a bruising grip and looked me straight in the eyes. "God damn it you little shit! I'm not apologizing alright! We're rivals! Got it? And even if we weren't, I wouldn't! You make me feel... weird..."

I didn't know how to feel, there was a blur of emotions coming at me. I was confused at why he would actually come to my house, and I was hurt at when he refused to apologize. But when he said that last sentence, I felt what I would assume is hope.

"What do you mean, 'weird'?" Even if there's the smallest bit, I'm willing to cling to it with all I have.

"Uh, well, my heart beats fast, and I get all fidgety..." He said this as he slightly lightened up his death grip on my shoulder.

"K-Kacchan..." I can't believe it. Does he actually like me too?

"Also about my reaction to your confession, it's just that I've never been confessed to before. I just didn't know how to act and was letting out my anger at you."

"So you're apologizing?" I asked.

"Shut up you damn punk! I only meant-" He paused and let go of his grip. "Yeah... I am. But this is the last time you piece of shit!"

We stood in silence for a minute or so, avoiding any sort of contact. Kacchan's figure had taken a pensive state and stared at the floor intensely. I heard him tsk, and growl out some curse words. I looked up at him, just as he did the most unusual thing. Something that made me freeze with shock. His lips...they're on mine.

He shoved me back to the bed, and as he sat down he forced me to sit on his lap and wrap my legs around his waist.

"Kacchan! W-What are you doing? A-ah! Stop!"

I tried to speak out, but his mouth was attacking my neck and his hands were clutched to my chest. His fingers were digging into my back and his thumbs were circling my delicate nipples, turning me into a moaning mess.

"Shut up, I'm just taking out my fucking confusion."

Without giving me a chance to respond he bit down on the soft and pale flesh, and I shrieked out in pain. He licked up the small droplets of the red fluid, reminding me of my head injury.

"Kacchan... My head!"

He immediately stopped and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Does your head hurt?"

"N-no it's still covered in blood though, it's disgusting..."

He just sighed and used a nearby tissue to wipe up what he could. He pushed me down onto the bed and pinned me with his legs and arms, kissing me roughly once again.

"You know," He began to speak, then slowly moved over so his breath tickled my ear. "You're going to get a lot dirtier in my care tonight."

"Eh?" Kacchan looked me in the eyes as his hands removed my shirt, revealing my upper body. With a deadly smile, down went my pants, boxers and all. On instinct, my hands went to cover up my lower regions, but they were just moved and slammed into the headboard of my bed. With a triumphant smile, he removed his belt and my hands were immediately secured to the post. He smirked as I struggled against the restraints, letting out a whistle as he looked up and down my distressed body.

Without reason, tears sprang from my eyes. They strolled down my cheeks, dripping onto the sheets.

"Oi... Deku... Chill out. This will only hurt if you panic and tense up." He brushed the tears away from my cheeks with the back of his hand, with as much kindness his body can handle without being considered, "a nice person." His right hand moved down the side of my face, his fingertips brushing over the length of my lips. He prodded his fingers through my lips, resting the three digits on my tongue.

"Suck."

His voice was calm but yet forceful as he glared daggers into my eyes. Letting out a muffled noise of surprise I instantly began twirling my tongue between his fingers, alternating between sucking his fingertips and bobbing my head on them. He begins thrusting them into my mouth, increasing in intensity every second.

"Deku... Yeah, that's it..."

It took me till right now to realize that his other hand had slipped into his boxers, and was stroking his length up and down as I sucked his fingers. It was visible to me, fully erect and dripping, definitely putting mine to shame. Yet he smirked at mine, drinking up the image of me swallowing up his fingers and painfully hard. He slowly retracted his hand, and with his hand sticky with pre-cum, he smeared my chest while playing with my nipples. I was free to moan, and I'm quite ashamed to state that I miss the feeling of being full.

"A-Ah!~!"

A foreign object entered my lower regions, and I couldn't help but let my voice have its own mind. Panicked moans rolled off my tongue, and Kacchan was going crazy. He added a second finger and scissored mercilessly.

"Ah, Deku... I can't take it anymore!"

The warmth of his fingers left my body, and he positioned his dripping member at my entrance. Panic, fear, and anxiety rippled through my body as pain would. Will this hurt? Will he hurt me intentionally? Do I want this? Without realizing, I had retracted from his touch, as I did when he would go into a fit of punches.

"Izuku... I'm not going to hurt you."

At my given name, I looked him dead in the eye. I can't remember any memory of him being remotely kind, much more using my given name.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm acting on instinct..." At this, I saw what almost looked like pain in his eyes. He looked down, cupping the side of my cowering face. I tense up and relax almost as quickly. What's he trying to do? Is he mocking me? Before I can register any other thought, his tender lips meet my bruised ones. Tears form at the sides of my eyes, and I proceed to kiss back passionately. Any tension left dissipates as he places his hand on my waist in a loving grip. He pulled away, repositioning himself and looked me in the eyes as if to say, 'Are you ready?'

I gave a small nod, and that's all he needed. He pressed in slowly, tightening his hands on my waist as I whimpered and cried out from the pain. When he was down to the base, he gave me a quick kiss before resting his forehead against mine. Kacchan began to move at a slow speed, pain and pleasure mixing to the point where I couldn't tell which was which.

"De...ku!"

His thrusts began to approach a violent speed, biting into my hickey littered shoulder. Sweet moans began flowing from my mouth and I made no effort to stop them. I pulled on my restraints as my back arched, releasing a load onto my stomach. I felt ashamed, that I had came so early, but Kacchan didn't really seem to care. I shook from the overstimulation, getting a small smirk from him. As we went on, he slammed into a part that made me scream. He pounded and pounded into the bundle of nerves, sending me into a moaning mess. He licked my neck as his thrusts became more sloppy, face dripping with sweat as he puts the last of his strength into his last few thrusts. Exhaling a long groan he shot his load in sync with mine tightening his searing hands around my waist. My shrill moan filled the room, and I shot the last of what I had onto myself.

He pulled out slowly, watching with a smirk as he saw his seed trail down to my back. He removed his hands from my waist, studying me with an approving stare. I was ruined. I had dried blood on my head and my mouth dripping with a concoction of our saliva. From my chest to shoulders was a mess of hickeys and angry red bite marks. On my waist were two handprints alike to the one on my back seared into my skin, making me grit my teeth. Despite the pain, I was writhing with leftover pleasure.

He smirked and untied my hands, then pulled me forward to sit in his lap. His warm embrace made my eyes droopy, making me fight myself to stay awake.

"I guess being in a relationship with you wouldn't be so bad," he started, "even though you're a quirkless nerd."

I blocked out those last few words, repeating the first part through my head again and again as I fell asleep in the arms of the person I loved most.

-Extra-
"I'll never be able to look at my mom the same way again..."

They were sitting and facing opposite directions on the green haired boy's bed. The blonde was blushing and staring intently at the wall as if the All Might merchandise had all the sudden became really interesting. The other had his head in his hands, recalling last night's events.

"She probably didn't hear us-"

"I was screaming!" Midoriya stood, walking to his dresser, throwing on a new set of clothes.

"Well, her only option's to deal with it!" Katsuki stood, pulling on a triumphant stance. "It's sure as hell not the last time!"

"...come over here so can strangle you right now..."

Hello readers, here's the longest chapter I've ever written! To be exact, 2252 words! Thanks for reading!

Ciao!