Bakugou's P.O.V

What the frick-frack snick-snack!

No, seriously, what the fuck, he can't just spout that shit out of nowhere, especially not in front of the hag - she's already has this stupid misconception on everything, last thing I need is for her to actually be right.

"What the fuck, bastard? When did you even talk to your family?" There has been no time for him to contact his family without me knowing.

"When we were visiting my mom," he explained, and I internally hit myself for forgetting that I had left him alone for a few minutes, "I had some questions about what I've been feeling, so I asked them if they knew what was wrong with me." The fuck. 'What's wrong with him'? For fucks sake.

I stomped over to him and grabbed his collar with both hands, tightening my grip as I pulled him down to meet my eyes, "How the fuck do you know that that's what you're actually feeling? Huh!" The last thing I fucking want is to get any hopes up, bullshit feelings are fucking stupid, "Ok, you are the one person least in touch with their feelings, so how the hell do you know that? The fuck are you playing at!" Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the old man hesitantly holding out his arm, like he was trying to stop me (but he's too much of a pussy to ever try and intervene).

Shoto grabbed my wrist, gaze heavy and truthful, "I'm not playing at anything, Katsuki. Yes, I'm not good at identifying emotions, especially my own, but trust me, I know that what I'm feeling is that I do like you. Now please let me go." I dropped his collar and turned to glare at the hag and the old man, who were both starting to get on my nerves.

I need to interrogate this motherfucker, but I'm certainly not doing it where the hag can hear and fucking coo at 'how adorable it is' or some shit.

I grumbled and grabbed him again, this time by the front of his shirt and demandingly stated, "C'mon, bastard." Moving in the direction of the door, he followed behind me.

"Now, just where do you think you're going Brat?"

I swung the door open and pushed Shoto out forcefully, "None of your business, you hag!" and slammed it shut behind me. Shōto stood on the porch, straightening his shirt out, "C'mon." I grabbed his shirt once again, to his dismay, and started dragging him as I walked down the sidewalk. Shoto quickly matched my pace, following obediently next to me.

I didn't take him far, just down the street to a worn-down park. We sat in stiff silence on a rusty swing set, swinging slightly back and forth, listening to the creak of chains that haven't been oiled in at least a decade.

He kept his mouth shut, and while usually that would please me, I wanted nothing more than for him to fucking explain himself.

I kept casting glances over, hoping that my death threats were getting through to him (clearly they weren't).

Getting sick of the shit I forcibly stopped my swing and hopped off, stomping over to his. I stood in front of him - which if he was actually using it would have been a bad decision - and grabbed onto the chains, stopping all movement. He looked up into my eyes, "Can I help you?" He asked hesitantly.

My hands turned white as I strangled the chains in anger, and embarrassment, "I don't know, can you?" I snapped out. His eyes flickered away for a second, then came back to my face as I continued, "The fuck was all that, huh? You can't just spout all that crap out, especially not in front of my fucking family!"

He looked down as his eyebrows twisted in confusion, "I didn't know. Fuyumi said that the best thing to do was tell you."

I let go of the chains to slap my head with my palm, how much of an idiot could he be, does he have no common sense? "Even so, she probably meant alone. Do you not know how much of a big fucking deal this is?"

"Like I said, I didn't know, I'm sorry Katsuki."

I took a few steps back, "No use dwelling on the fricking past, but I still want you to explain yourself. What the living hell did you mean when you said you 'liked me'"

"What is there to explain? I like you, that's all there is to it."

"Hell no!" I threw my arms angrily into the sky and paced around before ultimately swiveling around to face him and asking, "Why?" He got off the swing and walked over to me.

He stopped just a few inches in front, staring with such intensity in his eyes that I just had to look away. His voice was silky and smooth, every word that came out of his mouth had me hooked, "Look, Katsuki." He grabbed my left hand with his freezing right hand, forcing me to look into those fucking beautiful heterochromatic eyes of his, "I know that I know next to nothing about this, it's obvious, but please believe me when I say… that NO ONE has ever made me feel the way you do. I don't know how to describe it, I don't think I'll ever know, but it's the truth. I can't give you a 'why' just yet, there are too many thoughts circling around in my head, too many things I want to do… with you. I can barely understand what they mean, but for now, all I know, all I need to know is that I like you."

How the fuck am I supposed to respond to this! And how the fuck did some idiot like this manage to worm themself into my Grinch-like heart? There is no way! I am not fucking swooning over someone who can't even work a microwave, I just can't be. This is not logical.

I took one last look into those mismatched eyes of his and instantly I was pulled in. His eyes were soft, barely opened, but conveyed everything and then some. I didn't want to pull away, I wanted to reel him in, hold him in my strong arms and….

Shit, I'm in too deep.