Hagakure
Since the last time we spoke to Momo, Jiro and I did nothing but worry about the friendly girl. It had been several weeks since we saw her break down and the pair of boys seemed to get closer and closer.
On more than one occasion, I had seen them speaking almost in whispers, as if they did not want anyone to hear them, not to mention that the way they looked at each other more than a close friendship, grated on the edge of it. So much was their proximity, that even the friendly Kirishima seemed to have been cast aside by one of his closest friends, being considerably absent in recent days, figuratively and literally.
Despite the black–haired advices to stay out of the way, I couldn't help worrying, even more about the state the girl was in after seeing the heterochromatic boy spend so much time with the most volatile of the class, whether it was during some training or even once in a while during lunch. But it was the day of the Cultural Festival when I saw her try so hard to hold back tears when she saw how both boys had fun competing to see which of the two knocked down a stack of cans from a shelf with a squirt gun, without taking into account that, in addition to those present there and the Dekusquad, as it was somehow known to the quartet of which Todoroki was also part, she was undoubtedly one of the most worried about him, while the boy was visibly affected while his father's fight was televised with that terrifying monster.
For the same reason, and tired of the ambiguity that surrounds these two every time I saw them together, I decided to have a more intimate vision of both; it is likely that within their rooms there was something that helped me to find out what kind of relationship they had, or at least why they became so close. Days ago, I had intruded with the agility of a ninja in the room of the most serene of the duo, only to feel myself inside a temple; his room exuded a heavenly tranquility, as did its owner. "Todoroki is beautiful inside and out" I thought, looking more closely at the boy's room. I looked carefully in the spaces and even leafed through some of her books and notes, without success, so I had no choice but to risk my life entering the most dangerous place in the entire academy, or maybe from all over Japan: Bakugou's room.
– Are you coming, Toru? Ochaco and Tsuyu are waiting for us – Jiro invited me in the company of Momo
– I'm sorry, I have something else I would like to do – Sneakingly looking to my left, though now that I think about it, she couldn't see my eyes; I guess I did it as a natural reflex action to the distant possibility of being exposed.
– Ok – unconvinced. Don't worry Jiro, I will make my sacrifice not in vain.
The girls had thought of doing a movie night to cheer up Mina, who had been looking a bit down lately and if by the way, the brunette's mood improved next to her precious friends, it would be much better; a convenient two for one.
– And, what are you planning to do today? – once near the boy quartet, made up of Sero, Kaminari and my two targets: Bakugou and Todoroki. And with that single question, the blond's red eyes seemed to shine as he directed them to those of the bicolor while he answered my question, receiving a similar gesture from the referrer.
That brief moment led the five of us to the training area, where both boys would face off. And it was once there where I witnessed closely how the dynamics of both worked, or rather ... flirting? This was very strange to me. I wanted to think that I was starting to hallucinate from all the BL dramas I had been watching lately, but from the way they referred to each other, it was obvious there was quite a bit of chemistry.
While the pair of boys next to me were euphoric seeing their friend subdued by the stoic and handsome bicolor boy, who managed to knock him down without major stumbling, to the point where, with apparent ease, he managed to turn him upside down, keeping him in that position thanks to the weight exerted by his body. I must admit that my imagination traveled further than I imagined seeing them in that position. I have to stop my drama marathons!
At one point, even the obvious winner, after approaching the ear of his subject, outlined a smile that, far from being mocking, seemed rather suggestive ... I'm worse than I thought! I couldn't be happier that my quirk made it impossible to show if I was feeling nervous.
– REPEAT IT ON MY FACE, DUCK TAPE! – Bakugou's outburst forced me to bring my mind to the ground. And to think that I was going to go into his room, it was only generating spasms throughout my body; it was more than clear that this was a bad idea and a suicide mission, but for Momo, the sacrifice would be worth it.
– Are you okay, Hagakure? – No, I'm on the verge of a collapse about to do probably the biggest stupidity of my entire life, the good thing is that Kaminari couldn't read my mind
– Yes, you were quiet the whole time. – It was Sero. – If you're afraid of Bakugou, just bark, but don't bite – he whispered to me, only for the blond to turn around and create a dense smoke screen, causing an uncomfortable cough; and I must say that this would be the best case if I were to be discovered. – Told you. – The uttered in a mocking tone, causing the blond to whistle.
– It's nothing – I finally said, hiding my nervousness. – I was only focused on the combat, nothing more – while I thought about making my will because I would probably be a kamikaze tonight.
My legs were shaking by the time we got to the dorms and I headed for my bedroom, or so I led them to believe, as I was overhearing their conversation and, as I suspected, Kirishima wasn't in his best state either, so all the clues were directed at Bakugou and Todoroki ; I was definitely not going to give up, how could I be a hero if this stopped me? Although now that I think about it, poking around in other people's rooms wasn't very heroic either ... But that's not the point!
I was one of the first to have dinner, because as is well known, Bakugou follows a strict sleep schedule, going to sleep at 8pm. And since I beheld him as I watched him head into the kitchen once it hit 7:15, I figured I'd have at least half an hour before Bakugou knew I'd been in his room.
With my nerves running high, making the most of my ninja skills, I took a pin from my hair to make my way into the blond's room, which now that I remember, we never get to see because, how he usually falls asleep so early, he didn't entered the competition for the best room, although I doubt he would have agreed anyway. I was about to see the sanctuary of the most dangerous of all U.A. and possibly the last scenario I'd see if I was discovered by him.
It was a fairly normal room, with warm tones, mainly orange and a bit of forest green, which resembled those of his hero suit, rigorously neat and clean, and which, to my surprise, inside which I was quite comfortable.; I did not feel fear or the tranquility that Todoroki transmitted to me, but I was stable. Considering how careful he had to be to maintain this order, I understood that if I moved something, he would notice immediately, so I sharpened my senses except for touch, to acquire and search for the link that united him with his very close friend, Todoroki.
I was running out of places to search, leaving only the closet to check, when I heard the door open. I had forgotten to secure it!
– I thought I had closed it ... – the boy commented in a low voice, at the same time that I felt that I would vomit my entrails into his closet, where I barely managed to hide. I had to cover my mouth to avoid making any sound that would lead to my imminent death.
The boy threw himself on his bed, and shortly afterwards there was a slight hiss; he was dozing. I glanced at my watch quickly and the clock read 7:30, he was too early, he was probably very tired after the defeat that Todoroki gave him, so I quickly rushed to gently open the door that kept me away from the now sleeping threat, but my plans were thwarted when the door to his room was opened shortly after, forcing me to step back and see that through the cracks in the cabinet where I was hiding, my suspicions only gained more weight when the double–tone boy smiled when he saw the another sleeping quietly to sit right at the foot of his bed, giving me a focused view of his immaculate presence, barely lit by the dim light coming from the nightstand to his left. This seemed to be something he had done before.
He was flipping through a notebook, which reminded me that I hadn't studied anything for the next day's exam, although considering the scenario I was in, I would be lucky to be able to fail that exam the next day.
The boy made sporadic pauses from time to time, and when I check my watch, it was almost nine.
– Why did you want us to train hand to hand? – And it was Bakugou's voice that warned me that a slight miscalculation would make me disappear from this world. I covered my mouth again until the impression dissipated a little more, not knowing that from then on it would only increase.
Both were talking about the time that Todoroki had invested studying with his friend Midoriya, while the other claimed him in a very pleasant way, in fact, in the most pleasant way that he would have ever seen any of them, until the one who was sitting on the floor and began to tease him avoiding his questions. Since when is Todoroki so bold? Although considering what happened this afternoon, that shouldn't surprise me.
After answering his questions, Bakugou did something that was so unreal that I thought that the fear and claustrophobia inside the cabinet within walking distance of both boys was driving me to the brink of insanity: he crawled behind him to hug him! And to my greatest surprise, from the calm with which the other boy took the gesture, it was as if he was used to it. I no longer even paid attention to what they were talking because my imagination did nothing but stimulate as they both seemed to settle into each other's arms. I was watching a BL drama live and direct, right in front of my eyes!
And then I felt like my eyes wanted to jump out of my sockets when Bakugou's lips began to travel up Todoroki's neck. I had to bring my hands to my mouth, to avoid making any sounds, although considering the gasping breath that the two of them had by now, it was likely to be camouflaged without problems.
Although I had never imagined the most attractive boy in the entire academy with anyone, since he had shown no interest of any kind, apart from his fixation on cold soba, not in my most remote fantasies would I have thought that he would establish this type of relationship with the most volatile boy in all of U.A.
– Katsuki ... – "Katsuki"?! – I have to study ... – He was panting, but it didn't seem to bother him
– It's not my problem ... – turning his face towards him – I've been doing it since last week – he concluded to join their lips. I was fighting not to scream; this scene was too intense for my eyes. They were really kissing! Bakugou was clinging to the mouth of the other boy eagerly, who did not show the slightest resistance as I could only hear the puff of his raging breaths competing with the strong throbbing inside my chest, which rumbled so loudly that I wouldn't be surprised if reach to listen.
Little by little, both boys settled on the floor of the room without leaving their lips. Bakugou managed to straddle the bicolor, while he put aside the notebook, to now take the blond's face in his hands, continuing the feast of kisses, intense and fast. At one point, the lips of the boy who was on the other began to insistently travel the neck of whoever was under him, while his hands slipped under his shirt, caressing his abdomen, making him moan repeatedly.
– Kat ... suki – he named the boy with difficulty, causing him to stop, to look at him from above
– As I told you, it's much better when I'm above – he said audibly agitated as well, while a triumphant smile framed his face, to continue with the frenzy of kisses and caresses.
By this time, I was stunned, incredulous. I felt that my soul and body were dissociated from each other, as if I was in an alternate dimension. Despite seeing and hearing them with total clarity, it was hard for me to believe that both boys were in this situation, fervently enjoying each other.
And suddenly, my chest began to hurt when I remembered my friend's eyes, that day when Jiro and I tried to comfort her, but the feeling little or nothing lasted, because the sound of a sharp whipping forced me to focus on the two figures that were now lying on the ground, continuing the previous frenzy, but now in inverted positions.
– It wouldn't hurt you to try new things – replicating the gestures that Bakugou gave him seconds ago. Seeing them so excited didn't stop causing me anxiety; my brain could not associate the always frown of the blond with the expression of evident pleasure that covered his face as the image of the usual two–color stoic disintegrated in my mind when, looking more closely, I could notice that their tongues were competing for leadership.
If I had to be silent any longer, I would die of cardiac arrest. My heart was on the verge of collapse and I only wanted to be inside a dream, that this was a montage or a joke, because if it were real, it would completely change the image that we had until now of two of the strongest in the class.
– We ... have to sleep – Todoroki finally uttered, giving hope of rest to my weakened heart.
– As you wish – gasped Bakugou, as they stood up.
– I'll have to get up early to go over what you didn't leave me tonight, – he complained, lying on the blond's bed. Wait, did they sleep together?! Although after what I saw, that should be the least surprising to me.
– As I told you, it's not my problem – as he settled into his arms. Not even with him Bakugou stopped being annoying.
The heterochromatic sighed before turning off the light behind him. I waited for a moment until I heard them doze. It was almost eleven o'clock at night, but far from being sleepy, I was wishing I was sleeping once I was awake, confirming that what I witnessed was nothing more than a product of my absurd imagination, but no.
I finally opened, after what seemed like millennia, the closet door, trying to close it with the same precaution with which I opened it, to head towards the exit, but my eyes remained fixed on the image of both boys comfortably embraced, with their hands clasped.
After leaving the room, I ran to my room, but the breath that I didn't know I was holding didn't let me go any further, so I had to stop at one of the windows to take a breath, only to discover the contrast in temperature of the air with my body understandably hot. I felt dirty, like an intruder who had unraveled one of the most dangerous secrets in history and was not worthy of. We shouldn't have underestimated the closeness of both boys. They had managed to create a bond strong enough to break with their own prejudices and disparate personalities, and apparently, for longer than we could imagine.
My breathing gradually became regular again, while my mind replayed the encounter between them like a movie.
– This is deeper than we imagine – I said to myself, understanding that this could not be made public. I had to keep the secret of what I saw, although my biggest drawback will be to pretend in a few hours, when I see them settle into their seats, that their meeting never happened. Bakugou would scream and frown the entire time, while Todoroki, in the back, would remain silent and unperturbed, as he has been from the start.
I felt a strong pressure on my chest as I inhaled insistently, remembering that the most violent of them sat right behind me. If I were to act suspiciously, that would be my end, without a doubt.
Preoccupied with the possible scenario that awaited me, my eyes quickly focused on a familiar lumpy figure, advancing at a slow but steady pace in front of the bedrooms.
– Is that ... Mineta? – Fatigue must already be raging in my head, as I was beginning to see hallucinations. – I must be very tired. – Closing the window, to finally go to my room.
With the rays of the sun going through my window, I confirmed that I was not dreaming, because all night I could not fall asleep. My reflection was unnoticeable in the mirror, but I could definitely feel the dark circles under my eyes. It was at times like this that I was happy to be invisible, because I knew perfectly well that I would look as bad as I felt. Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen without much appetite.
– Good morning, Midoriya – Todoroki's voice caused me a spasm that almost made me spill the milk I was holding
– Good morning, Todoroki. – His friend replied, sitting down next to him. As expected, he was as unflappable as ever.
– LEAVE ME ALONE, COUPLE OF IDIOTS! – but it was Bakugou who gave me a nervous breakdown, which made me take refuge in the kitchen cupboard.
– Are you okay, Toru? – It was Ochaco
– Yes ... – I answered nervously – I just forgot that there was an exam today. – Trying to keep my composure.
– Don't worry, it's only one eighth of the final qualification – he said calmly
– You're right – hiding my unstable state.
In the end I didn't eat anything, and despite the fact that class started I felt hungry, my stomach was upset. I couldn't think of food, knowing that Bakugou's eyes rested on the back of my neck.
I could barely answer the exam, and I was sure it was by far the one with the worst grade. My head was aching insistently and I was terribly weak.
At recess time, as I got up to go to the cafeteria, I bumped headlong into who I was supposed to keep at a distance.
– Look where you go, invisible! – yelling at me, as expected, but unlike other times, I fell on my back. Despite his puzzled face, he walked away from me at a rapid pace while I was glad that he was not able to see the fear that was shaking me hopelessly.
– Toru, are you okay? – It was Jiro
– Yes ... – I tried to hide it, but my nerves gave me away.
– Of course not, you're shaking! – Helping me to stand up – and you're sweating and shivering – It's true, the chills, added to my lack of sleep and food, ended up making my condition worse. – I'm going to take you to the infirmary. – Leaning on her shoulder.
– What's wrong, Toru? – Momo ... Tears slowly began to flow from my eyes as a stabbing pain cradled my chest.
– Has chills and fever. I'm going to take her to the infirmary. – Jiro replied, trying not to attract the attention of others
– I'll accompany you…
– No need, Yaomomo! – I intervened – With Jiro is enough.
– Are you sure? – Seeing her so worried, only made me feel worse
– Don't worry, Momo. I'll take care of he – thanks Jiro.
– Okay – creating a handkerchief that he placed on my forehead – I'll see you later then. – Leaving the classroom.
Arriving at the infirmary, Recovery Girl attended to my condition while Jiro returned with a tray of fruit, oatmeal, and orange juice.
– With rest and food, you will feel better. – The old woman pronounced at the end. – You must not skip breakfast again, understood?
– Okay – I replied, biting into a piece of apple shortly before she left.
Once we were alone, the air in the room was heavy, while my friend's eyes looked at me insistently. I could see myself invisible, but I perfectly felt the pressure that her gaze generated on my neck.
– Now you're going to have to tell me what's wrong with you. – Placing her hand on mine – You've been acting very strange lately and today has been worse than other days.
– I don't know what you're talking about, Jiro ...
– Toru, do you think I didn't realize how you started shaking when you saw Todoroki this morning? Or that you hid in the cupboard as soon as you heard Bakugou? – my knuckles hurt. – You even started shaking when Yaomomo approached ... And I'm not leaving until you talk to me. – Adjusting the grip of her hand.
Even though I knew it was a sensitive subject, for so many reasons, the burden was too heavy and maybe sharing it with someone else would make it lighter. I set the bowl of oatmeal aside, making sure it was just the two of us there.
– You have to swear to me that you will not tell anyone ...
– Okay – hesitated
– You have to say it! – Now it was me who squeezed her hand. The girl looked at how her skin clearly wrinkled at my touch
– I swear – answered serene. The most difficult thing was not thinking of the correct words to start, it was pronouncing them, making known something that I should never have known in the first place.
– Bakugou and Todoroki are more than just friends... – My back started to hurt, but I had already started and had to continue. – They have a secret relationship. – The expression of the girl in front of me must have been the same as I did when I saw them kiss
– How…?!
– I spied on them. – I answered knowing how the question continued – I was in Bakugou's room last night, and I saw them ... – the memory hit me so abruptly that I brought my hands to my chest, but I no longer felt the weight of the secret, but rather, guilt – They were kissing
– It can't be true ... – she said in a low voice, covering her mouth.
– You have to believe me Kyoka ... I saw them ... – proceeding to tell her my plan from beginning to end, omitting details of what I saw the night before, which in the same way did not lack to cause a commotion in the girl.
– Is incredible…! – dropping into the chair, stunned.
– This is deeper than we think, Kyoka – I uttered. – We can't let anyone know. – Taking her hand.
– I know. – She looked distressed, probably thinking about the black–haired woman.
– There's something else ... – I wasn't sure how I was going to organize my ideas, but I felt the need to tell her. – They looked really comfortable with each other's company. Really, very comfortable ... – I pronounced letting out a sigh.
The rest of the day I was calmer and felt much better after eating, but I couldn't help but think about what hiding their relationship would mean for me, Kyoka, or even them
I wish I were Hagakure too...
Fact # 53
As I said before, I like to delve into other aspects of the characters, such as friendship and complicity, because I feel that a story whose only objective is romance is very empty.
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