Heya everyone. CDS here, bringing you another chapter of LoveHate!

I, more or less, have an idea of how I want this story to progress and eventually, end. I calculate this to be at least five chapters long, including the previous one.

When I finish this, I'll go back to Hiken no Deku, and between that story's chapters, I'll try to post little stories like this one.

I'm not satisfied with this chapter in particular. It's mostly filler, character introduction and backstory that may or may not influence the outcome of this story. Necessary evil, people. But I tried to compensate with the ending.

~CDS~

Feelings can be annoying most of the time.

I'm hating myself right now. I never expected to fall in love with anyone. Relationships were never in my head before, I was fine being alone. This is affecting me, both mentally and physically.

It's been a month since I realized about my feelings. Luckily, I've always been good at hiding my thoughts to everyone. This is not something I want to be spread out.

I suspect she knows. And that's the worst part. I suspect. I'm not sure if she knows or not. And those doubts are the reason this is affecting me physically. Because of my doubts, I hesitate in our encounters. Hopefully, not enough for her to notice my change.

This shit almost costs me my life. The mutual hate is a good fuel during our fights, and I admit (begrudgingly) that since I've met her, I became stronger. But the other day, this goddamn feelings bloomed during the middle of the fight.

I'm usually ok with them (I still don't like them, though) because they bloom while I'm alone, whenever they don't get in the way. Sometimes, I found myself in my bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about her, those fucking cliché thoughts about her hair, or her eyes. 'Fuck her unique characteristics.' I end up cursing.

That's what happened.

We were running down the street, bullets raining down on her, because I wasn't gonna give her the honor of using One for All in front of her, when she jumped against a wall, and propelled herself against me. I took aim with Dragonmouth at her head, in hopes of finally blasting it to pieces, and I saw it.

Her eyes.

They were glowing with mirth, amusement and joy. She enjoyed this. And, in an instant, they showed something else. Panic. That's when I noticed that her lava engulfed fist was inches away of making me look disturbingly similar to Todoroki. So, shaking myself out of my stupor, I ducked, dodging her strike, and kicked her in the gut.

What? I might love her, but that doesn't mean I stopped hating her. She still gets in my nerves.

Do I even need to retell the amount of insults that came out of her mouth? From a very tame "useless jackass" to expressions I'm sure would make this story change it's age restrictions. But she didn't attacked me again. That day, that is.

If I had paid attention, because of course my constant denial of my feelings made me self-centred, I would have noticed the slight drop of concern in her expression. Or perhaps I did, but then again, denial.

I had only one thing in my head.

I couldn't keep up with this shit anymore.

I had to talk to someone about my situation.

Kacchan was a no no, because while he tolerates me, that doesn't mean he's someone I can just talk to regarding something like this. He doesn't care about others feelings, or their relationships.

I considered talking to Iida, but the Speed Demon Soldier was too busy with incoming exams to care, no matter how good of a friend he is. His studies always comes first. Can't blame the guy, his entire family tree is filled with high ranked Soldiers, so he had some big shoes to fill.

I thought that maybe Todoroki might help me, him being in a relationship and everything. But then I realized he already had troubles regarding that.

Shouto Todoroki, or "Prince Icyhot" as Kacchan calls him, is an interesting character. A pure-blooded Demon, he has one of the most powerful abilities I've seen.

He's also the direct heir to the Throne of Hell.

That "Prince Icyhot" nickname is quite accurate. His father is Endeavour, King of the Burning Hell. His mother, he practically never mentions her. All we know, she's related to the Royal family of the Freezing Hell. An arranged marriage. It gave Todoroki the best of both kingdoms, but he despises his father, because King Endeavour doesn't allow the relationship between Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu, a human girl very well positioned in our community.

Why, I don't know. The Yaoyorozus are a very prominent family here on Earth, and this relationship could boost the exchange between Humans and Demons.

So, with those three out, I had only one more person. Eijiro Kirishima.

Kirishima is a cool guy. So I knew I could drop the bomb on him without the risk of getting caught. He's a Hybrid, obsessed with the concept of manliness, and has the ability to manipulate metals with ease. So he's my go-to guy if anything happens to my weaponry.

"What's more manly than a blacksmith?" He says. I personally believe he's mentally trapped in the 1600, but I keep quiet because he's the best taking care of One for All and Dragonmouth.

So I went one day, after battling with Asshat once again, and told him that I needed to talk. He nodded, noticing my serious behavior.

I never expected him to react the way he did.

"You're what!? With who!?" His eyes were so open, I'm sure I could see the inside of his eyesockets. "Are you serious!?"

"Shhhhh!! Talk low! And yeah, trust me, not even I believe it myself." I told him tiredly, running a hand across my face. "I don't know when it happened, I just know that the incident with the Purists just made me realize that I love her. And I hate it. I hate this feelings, they confuse me. Because I hate her, I genuinely do, you've seen it."

"Yeah, I've been in the room during one of your Glare Contest. And when you joked about her power. That was a bad idea, man." He shuddered at the memory. I did too.

So much... butter...

"Well, while I feel that way, I can tell that my love is also genuine. It's the same burning inside, but for completely opposite reasons! So, help me! What should I do?" It was obvious that I was desperate.

I saw him pondering what to say for some excruciating five minutes (I counted) and when he finally open his mouth, instead of saying anything, it kept going down, along with once again wide eyes. When I asked "What?" he pointed behind me.

I felt my soul touch ground, and I hoped that I was mistaken. The last thing I wanted was her to be behind me, and listened to everything I said. If that were the case, I'd put myself in the wrong end of Dragonmouth. So, slowly, I turned around.

The good news is, she wasn't there, so I could breath again. In fact, there wasn't anything behind me, so I was a little confused. So, I putted a little more attention, and I felt myself go pale.

The bad news was, behind the window of the apartment (Kacchan lives in a third floor, and has the biggest apartment, that's why we're always here) I saw something big coming at us, something than I recognized as fist.

All I could do was burst through the door, grab my equipment and throw myself to the ground, shouting at everyone to get down.

The next thing I know, I'm laying down in the main street, surrounded by what was left of the apartment. I feel someone grab me from under my shoulders, Kirishima, if the rough hands are any indication, and after assuring him that I was ok (which I wasn't, my head was bleeding, and I'm sure a couple of bones were broken) I look up.

And up.

And up.

"This Noumu is different!" I hear Shouto scream.

The Noumus are Hell's most powerful demons. Mindless titans, as big as skyscrapers, who's only purpose is to kill anything in sight. I instantly unsheated Dragonmouth and started shooting at the beast, knowing that the Hell-Flame are these things only weakness. But I instantly knew what Todoroki meant by different.

My bullets had no effect on this one.

Todoroki's left side was doing nothing against the Noumu, Kacchan's burning claws neither, not even the Asshat's lava, that's capable of melting Hellrock, a material as strong as diamond, could even scratch this thing.

"Let's retreat!" I shouted. "Let me request backup!" Everyone agreed, with different levels of acceptance, but Kacchan and the Asshat didn't even budged, much to my annoyance. Seriously, those two... "Guys, c'mon! You cannot hurt it, let's go!!"

Kacchan didn't respond, too busy slashing uselessly the Noumu. But Asshat turned around with a crazy look in her eyes. "Shut up, Dickhead! You have no ground to say shit to me! You're not the boss of me!" What? She started to walk towards me, as if nothing were happening right behind her. "Who made you the boss, huh? You think you're so much, with that gun, and your big ass sword, that I'm sure compensates for something?" Ouch. Unnecessary jab at my manhood aside, she wasn't over. "And you think you can be anyone's friend, charming them with that cute smile you have!"

Again, WHAT!?

"Well, let me tell you something, mister! You, and your smile can go f-"

I swear I saw everything go in slow motion. Kacchan was sent flying when the Noumu kicked him. He would be fine, he was tough. But that wasn't everything. The beast grabbed Uraraka, and started crushing her. I don't know what I did, I just know that I was suddenly eye-level with the Noumu, One for All in my hands, and the blade of the sword was glowing.

"LET HER GO!!" I swung the blade downwards, aiming at the beast's wrist. It was useless, I knew, but my body was moving by itself, and to my (and I'm sure everyone else's) surprise, a clean cut severed the hand that had her. The best part?

I was nowhere near the arm.

Apparently, I was capable of creating air slashes sharp enough to cut this new, evolved Noumu. With that in mind, I made a turn to my right, making a full spin, and unleashed another slash, this one aimed at the neck. The head flew apart, and while I knew this thing was dead, I kept on going, slashing it to pieces.

This thing had hurt her.

Once I felt satisfied, I let myself drop, falling in a superhero drop. I probably looked badass as hell with my dark green coat flowing, but I didn't care. I was too busy thinking what the Hell did I just do. I took a good look at One for All, that no longer shone. It was once again the regular broadsword I used.

I would have to talk with All Might about this.

Still surprised, I turned around, and the first thing I saw was her astounded face. "You... you saved me..."

"Don't make yourself any illusions, Asshat." I said to her, turning so that she couldn't see me. I was a little red, ok? I pretended to analyze what was left of the Noumu. "This thing dared to walk into my territory." When I heard her approach me, I turned quickly and putted One for All in her neck, stopping her short. "I'm the only one that can hurt you."

To say that she was pissed was was giving her too little credit. "What? I'm not your property, you piece of shit!!" She backhanded One for All in the blunt side, and started poking me in the chest. "I was going to thank you for saving me, but now, with a Fuck You I'm satisfied! Dickhead!!"

"Fine by me." I responded calmly, walking away from her. I felt her toss me a chunk of building, that I swiftly cutted in half. I kept my stance, sword aiming down, looking right into her eyes. She was the first to turn, breaking eye contact. I put One for All in my back, and turned to go.

"Thanks... Dumbass."

I didn't turn, but I did stop. I took a deep breath. "Think nothing of it... Idiot."

I never walked so fast in my life. Analyzing what I said, I fought the urge to facepalm.

My conflicted feelings turned me into a freaking tsundere.'Thanks... Dumbass.' I remembered with a smile.

I hate my feelings. I didn't asked for them.

But I think I can get used to having them.

~CDS~

Woohoo! Relationship development!! I hope this is good enough for you, guys. I'm gonna start working on the next one!

And for references, Dragonmouth looks like Rick's revolver from The Walking Dead, and One for All looks like Rebellion from Devil May Cry 3.

Read ya.