Katsuki's POV

"FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" I scream as I walk into the classroom that Friday morning. It's been over two weeks since I've seen that chick from the mall, and I'm starting to get really pissed off. Where the fuck could she be?

"Bakugou, that kind of vulgarity is not permitted inside of this classroom!" Four eyes says, running over to me like he's in the fucking Naruto anime.

"Tch, FUCK OFF YOU GLASSES SUPPORTING CHARACTER RIP OFF!" I shout, leaning back in my chair and glaring out of the window. She has to be out there somewhere. Let's just hope she's grateful that I spent all of my free time outside of school looking for her, going back to the mall, standing outside the outdoors shop, everywhere I could think of. It's almost like she never even existed, but that's bullshit! I know she's out there, and I won't stop until I know her fucking name!

"Yo, Bakugou your face is making some pretty impressive looking glare right now, haha!" Shitty Hair...that fucking asshole.

"Yeah bro, that is mad impressive!" God dammit Pikachu.

"Shut the fuck up, stupid side character motherfuckers. You both look like a duck and an alligator but with red shitty hair! SAY 'Yee' ONE MORE TIME BITCH! I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

"Bakugou, shut up or I'll make you go outside in the hall and sit in the corner. If you're gonna act like a child then I'm going to put you in time out like one." Aizawa says, stepping out of his cacoon like a fucking butterfly or some shit.

"FUCK!" I yell one last time before calming down enough to start paying attention in class. About thirty minutes go by and Aizawa makes us get into groups for some stupid group work and who decides to show up to be in my group? Go on, take a wild fucking guess. Yup, you got it right.

"Hey Kacchan! Do you wanna be in our group over here? I noticed that you were still sitting by yourself and I was like 'that's not good! Kacchan needs a partner!' and I already had a group, so...umm...Kacchan? Are you okay? Your face looks...interesting. I'll just go ahead and go back to my group now..." Deku says mumbling and rambling on like the fucking 'Deku' that he is. I can literally feel the heat that is coming off of my face, my expression is one promising homicide to any BITCH that comes near me. Feeling the sweat starting to pool in my hands, I jump out of my seat and punch the top of my desk, letting a big explosion send it flying out of my way.

"FUCK YOU, DEKU!" I scream, feeling the familiar tingling of pure unadulterated hatred flowing through my veins and giving me life.

"GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF USELESS TRASH! GOD I WISH I HAD DROWNED YOU IN THAT FUCKING LAKE WHEN WE WERE KIDS! I MEAN...NOT THAT WE HUNG OUT WHEN WE WERE KIDS, BECAUSE YOU WERE A FUCKING DEKU WHEN WE WERE KIDS, AND I HATED YOU. BUT STILL...AHHH FUCK!" I yelled, grabbing my hair like I was losing my God damned mind. Do you see what you do to me, unknown deaf girl? You single handedly made me lose my god damned mind. Congratulations! You're a bigger asshole than I am...possibly.

"BAKUGOU! OUTSIDE, AND IN THE CORNER, NOW!" Aizawa latches onto me with his fucking bandage scarf and shoves me out of the door...bitch. Whatever! I don't have to take this right now! I'm just going to go for a walk and cool down for a bit, yeah that should help me out. So I start walking down the hallways, not really paying attention to where I'm going. When I start to realize that I'm heading towards recovery girls office. Whatever, let's see all of the crybabies that Recovery Girl has to take care of during the day. Just as I start to pass by the door, it opens and someone tiny crashes into me, and we both go hurtling towards the wall where we crash into it.

"GOD DAMNIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE TODAY?!" I scream, before putting my hands on the shoulders of the person that fell on me, and just as I am about to push them the hell away from me...I catch a glimpse of pink.

"What...what the Hell?" I mutter, pushing gently against the person that landed on me. Why the hell is my heart beating so fast right now? No! Don't get your hopes up!

'It's her.' My mind tells me, and I look at her in pure shock. I can literally feel the tips of my ears turning a shade of pink, as well as the tip of my nose.

"I'm sorry!" I hear a cute little voice say. I know that voice, and I can't believe that of all places I've looked for her...she goes to the same school as me!

"I...wasn't looking where I was going! I'm sorry!" She yells in that cute broken voice of hers, before falling to the ground in a bow. What the fuck?

"Oi, get up...c'mon I'm not that much of an asshole right? Are you afraid of me? Oh, that's right...shit, you can't really understand me can you?" I mutter, grabbing her and pulling her upright again. Her big golden eyes watch me curiously, trying to read my lips. I notice that her hair is in a bun today, and she's missing her hearing aids.

"You can't hear me...and I don't know sign language. Son of a bitch." I mutter, annoyed. How in the fuck can I ask for her name, if there's no way I can speak to her? Oh shit! I know a way! I walk into Recovery Girls office really quick and snag a piece of paper and a pen before she can say shit about it. Walking back over towards the girl in the hall, I start writing on the paper.

"What is your name?" Feeling satisfied I hand the paper over to the girl. She reads it and looks back at me with that same big goofy grin. And SHUT THE FUCK UP HEART OR SHE'LL PROBABLY BE ABLE TO FEEL YOU! Because I...may have been reading up on hearing disabilities since I met this girl, so that I'd be able to learn more about her and her disability. Did you know that being deaf can enhance your other senses? That's pretty dope- she hands the paper back to me after scribbling on it.

"My name is Nagisa Chihiro! But you can call me Chihiro! Nice to meet you boy from the mall!" I can feel my fucking face burning, I swear to God this girl...Chihiro...will be the death of me. I take back the paper and write some more on it.

"My name is Bakugou Katsuki. But call me Katsuki, because if you call me something girly like 'Kacchan' I'll probably kill you. Just kidding, because I'm totally a nice guy. You remember me from the mall? I remember you too. I've never seen you around school before, are you in Heroics?" She takes the paper with a huge grin, and after reading it, scribbles back down and hands it back to me.

"Nice to meet you Katsuki! And no, I'm in the General Studies course!" I read it, and reply.

"Do you have a quirk? I didn't see you at the sports festival."

"I have a healing quirk, and Recovery Girl has been mentoring me." A healing quirk? That's pretty awesome, and isn't a very common quirk to have. It's actually kind of rare to find a healer.

"I have to go back to class now, but what is your phone number so we can talk? I mean if you want to give your number to a stranger, I just thought it'd be easier than writing on this paper. There's not much room left. And I want to keep talking to you..." This time she hands me the paper with a slight blush dancing across her cheeks. As if she could be any cuter, holy shit! And yes, I will admit, I almost died when I saw her asking ME. Bakugou Katsuki, the asshole of class 1-A for my phone number. So I quickly write down my phone number for her, and write one last thing on her paper as well.

"Just so you know, you're sitting with me at lunch from now on." She reads this, and with a big smile that lights up her golden eyes, she answers with a great, loud...

"OKAY!" And with that, she waves to me, and then scurries off back towards her classroom. Leaving me with sweaty hands, and a heart that feels like it's about to explode. I turn and throw open the door to Recovery Girl's office screaming.

"OI! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY HEART?!" I yell, clutching the front of my uniform. Recovery Girl just smirks, before turning around and taking care of her patient.

"Oh...so I see you've met Chihiro-Chan."

'Yeah, and I'm already in too deep.' Says the little voice in my head. Yeah...I'm screwed.

Thanks a lot...Chihiro. Now that I've found you, it's time I've started going ahead with my plans.

Step One- learning sign language. I feel a smile start forming on my face, and then push it down. What the hell? Since when have I ever been this desperate just to talk to someone? And is that...am I...?

Happy? How could just talking to her, for those few minutes...make me feel so...weightless?

I've got to figure some things out before seeing her again at lunch.

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[A/N: OMG I love you all so much! I love how much support that I am getting for this story! I'm glad you like Katsuki and Chihiro, because their cute little fluffy love has just wormed it's way into my heart. I was wondering if you guys wanted me to include Chihiro's POV every now and then too, or if you just want it too stay in Kacchan's POV? Should I also make a TUMBLR for this story so we can all communticate? Or nah? Let me know any suggestions that you have for this story or anything, and as always you lovely people, I will talk to you either in the comments, or in the next chapter! Which should be out tonight or tomorrow! I love you all!]

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