"Eyes far away of my contact"

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After Deku distributed the gifts to each of the students in group 1A, the girls piled up to take pictures with him separately, causing aggressive blushes in the poor nerd, who didn't know how to handle the situation because of his nervousness to deal with girls. Bakugou was aware that Deku was not good at dealing with girls, especially those who came close to him, but he was very bothered to see him surrounded by his classmates; those girls seemed to have ulterior motives for the nerd and that didn't give him a good hunch, since Deku was so pure that he wouldn't even notice the difference if a pack of dogs wanted to lick his entire face.

Sometimes his purity could bring problems to the nerd, and no matter how insignificant his problems were, they would remain because of the kindness of the nerd for anyone in group 1A.

He contemplated when he could the huge green orbs of Deku, the way they turned when they smiled, or when he became uncomfortable with a comment he didn't understand; they were so many forms that charged his eyes that bristled his skin.

They gave him wishes to be able to contemplate his eyes under the blanket of stars, and lose himself in the trance of seeing them light up in the distance as something unattainable. Deku's warm gaze made him feel like he was at home, in a safe place where evil and pain could not approach him.

Deku's eyes looked like immense crystals that reflected the beauty of the sea and its dangers, resembled crystals so pure and unique that no one stood up to its intense splendor.

How unique could a pair of green eyes be for him that kept the secrets of the universe in their immensity. The secrets that silenced sensations that would make him fly in a hundred landscapes of irrevocable beauty. How unique were Deku's eyes to him.

His thoughts were interrupted when the bastard Todoroki got close to Deku, and the two began to talk. He saw that the nerd's eyes lit up happy to talk with the half and half, and who knows why he did it, or whatever happened between those two the past few days that led to those beautiful eyes of Deku lit up with just Todoroki's presence in front of them.

It resembled a horrendous scenario, an unseemly horror settling in the pit of his stomach, and that taste causes him mere discomfort, mere solely. A riddled discomfort, which was nothing pleasant, it was uncomfortable to suffer.

He gave Todoroki a murderous look, who returned a mocking look, as if having Deku on his side was an advantage. Well, it was an advantage to have the nerd on his side, especially if the two fought for his affections, but they were not enough reasons to speculate that Todoroki had won the war.

The war was just beginning, or at least it was going to a midpoint, there was still a long way to go for Deku's feelings to be confessed.

It was still missing for the war to end.

Although time could be undone as grains of sand, or a fist of salt in your hands that gradually disappeared from your contact, the feeling was similar for him to feel. What he testified was that his love for the nerd was real, that is, they were true feelings, not mere lies or his pride hurt for not having the nerd's attention behind him, no, none of that, it was much greater than scales that had his personality supposedly deciphered. If they thought they knew him, they would know enough to believe without speculating much that his feelings were totally real and that the trajectory that led to the path of hugging Deku, giving up was not considered an option for him to agree.

Although there were girls who admired him for being so cool for everything, they didn't know him at all to respect the love he had for his beloved nerd. They found no guesswork to decipher his rough personality, or his cruel rudeness to deal with people, rather than admire him later for being attractive or an explosive boy. Nothing else.

And if he kept quiet and didn't tell them anything about it, it was because he already knew his intentions towards him. If he wasn't as dumb as he was labeled, that is, if he was the best, how to cross him out of stupid when he had first place in the UA entrance exam.

He huffed, twisting his lip in disdain, crossing his arms in his seat with the face of few friends.

It was not as if Deku hated him, or had taken an idea from his talk the other day, but the distance between them increased from that day and in a very strange direction; in a way, it was as if Deku evaded him, although perhaps the thing was not going that way, but Deku was like an open book. His facial expressions and eyes always gave him away.

Deku still doubted his intentions towards him and with good reason, if he had treated him worse than trash in the past, worse than a gum on the sole of his shoe. He treated him with contempt, taking with him the resentment and pain of Deku saturated in his skin. It hurt enough but not to break him, or break him into pieces, but to feel powerful. All because of his damn ego that increased every time he humiliated Deku in front of his little group of friends, but when he did, the feeling of satisfaction he sought to have didn't come to feel as such, on the contrary, it diminished and a curious discomfort surrounded him by fortitude.

He tried for many years to break the poor Deku, but never achieved his mission, it was quite the opposite: he ended up falling in love with the person he thought he hated.

And the sensation was rare… the certainty became panoramic, the sensibility and the truth mutated, his mental processing changed around the nerd.

It was curious to know how things changed, right? As it was that his feelings turned in self-absorbed circles at the same rate in which their explosions gave rise, or in which the situation was mutilated to a different procedure.

Therefore, he contemplated at that moment Deku's eyes, trying to find a piece of mystery within such splendor, or the answer that would lead him to the comfort of hearing his heartbeat or brushing the palm of his hand and getting lost eternally in his gentle gaze.

"Kacchan" He was startled for his misfortune when Deku's voice suddenly spoke to him.

"What do you want?" He snapped, tensing.

He didn't hate the nerd talking to him, but he was so comfortable thinking about him that he didn't realize when Todoroki vanished from his sight, because Deku approached him alone.

Deku backed away, closing his eyes tightly and then opening them.

Damn, his eyes saw only him.

"Did you like your gift?" He said questioningly, playing with his fingers nervously.

"It's horrible" He said in response, wrinkling his eyebrows.

Deku showed himself with a halt, his eyes dropped in disappointment, and there he realized that the gifts had been acquired by the nerd for everyone.

He wanted to remedy his fault, but given his behavior, he didn't know how to respond.

"I'm sorry." He apologized sadly. "I thought you would like it, because look." He lifted his costume pants a little, showing him the same model of socks as his but colored dark green. "I have the other pair." He smiled gently. "It occurred to me that we could combine, but-uh-I screwed up" He confessed awkwardly.

Bakugou tensed, looking up at the nerd's eyes, with intentions to fix his fault.

"Thank you." He forced himself to tell him.

"Huh?" Deku blinked incredulously, opening the immense orbs of his eyes.

"You heard me" He replied, pointing his finger. "Don't pretend you didn't hear me"

"Kacchan" The nerd gave him a warm, grateful gesture. "You're welcome"

His heart was brutally contracted, and he, as he could, invited the nerd to sit beside him on the sofa, which he accepted politely.

"Thank you, Kacchan." He chuckled, sitting polite. "I apologize for not talking to you these days" He said sadly, playing with his fingers. He looked at him confused. "I was thinking about what you told me, and I think that." He stopped looking for the word to finish the sentence, but he was quicker and interrupted him on the spot.

"It's okay, Deku" He replied profusely. "There's no need to even apologize, did you hear me?"

Deku shook, looking at him intensely.

"K-Kacchan?" He said low.

"I said it was fine" He repeated exhaustively.

"But"

"Enough." He raised his hand so he would shut up.

Deku blinked in fright, his lower lip trembled.

"I said I would treat you well" He hissed, bringing his head close to Deku so he could listen. "Don't you remember?" He added in stop mischief, causing a rather noticeable blush on the nerd.

"Eh-eh, Kacchan" He exhaled blushing.

"Now we're getting along, damn nerd." He smiled sideways. "I like that." He ruffled his hair with his hand gently on his touch, even though his heart skipped a beat every time he did it, but what did it matter? It made him feel alive.

"I want to be with you, Kacchan" Deku admitted, closing his eyes tightly. Bakugou stopped his action, surprised.

"What did you say?" He muttered slowly, without taking his hand off his hair.

Deku opened his eyes, fearful, his lower lip trembled and his hands clenched into fists on his lap.

"I-I want to be with you, Kacchan" He confessed in a trembling voice. "Em-em, I'm better off" He tried to get up, but he held him by the wrist. "Kacchan?…" Deku looked at him doubtfully.

"Don't leave the conversation halfway, Deku" He warned, extremely blushing. "It's a damn annoyance that you do that" He pulled him back to the seat, accommodating it with the best disposition it could exercise.

Deku blinked his head down, still hesitating with his fingers in an anxious gesture. What was the reason for so much nervousness? Could it be that Deku hinted at something that he didn't catch? A message between the lines, perhaps?

The time of the assumptions would leave him to later break his skull in his time alone, but for now, he would focus on the person in front of him.

"Do you think we could talk in my room?" He suggested in a murmur, and to his astonishment, his voice was not rough, but calm.

Deku daunted, but didn't flinch to nod his head slightly.

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P.S. A short chapter of Bakugou, I hope you liked it.