A/N: This would be a continuation of the previous chapter.
"DIE DEKU!!!!!!!!!"
Bakugo threw an explosion towards Deku with the intent of finishing off the ever annoying shitty nerd. Really. The sight of Deku being thrown off to the building- knocked out from the impact of his explosion could almost suffice to this unlucky day that he had. Now, that would serve him for thinking that he needs help. He doesn't need help and doesn't want to have fucking friends and be buddy-buddy with him. Just who does he think he is? He was just a dirt. That's all he'll ever be. Does Deku think that he's such a hotshot now that he has a quirk? Fuck him and everybody else who thinks that he is weak.
Using his explosion, he blasted himself towards Deku, still itching for another round. When he landed, he momentarily stopped upon the sight that he saw. Deku was on the floor, unmoving and is bathing with his own blood. Maybe he fucking died already. A laugh escaped from him and he grimaced when he heard his own laugh sounding like it was forced.
"He fucking deserved it", he talked out loud ignoring the pang that he felt on his chest
"The villains kidnapped him"
Why do they fucking care?
"They thought he would be a good villain"
Shut the fuck up. Good villain? The irony
The voices of the people he always hear when passing by drew itself into his mind. He clutched his head as if to stop their voices from reaching his ears. He closed his eyes and pulled his hair tight. Stop.
When the noise dwindled down, he opened his eyes but saw nothing but darkness. He called for Deku and had sensed nothing, not even a breath. It was like Deku was not actually there. A hollow and sinking feeling made him clench his shirt. He was left alone. What the hell is happening?
"It's my fault. Almight he…."
He turned around when he heard a voice sounding too much like his. Except that the voice sounds so vulnerable. Amidst the darkness, he did saw a figure. It is as if like a spotlight was suddenly there enabling him to see a person with the same features.
What he saw was himself hunched, shaking and teary eyed it surprised him. A dream? He grabbed his look-alike's shoulders to stop it from shaking. It was a sight that crawled up to him and his heart. It stung. A pair of crimson eyes stared back at him. He inwardly gasped by the similarities. They really fucking look the same and it felt weird seeing himself like that.
He thought of the words that could comfort someone but sooner pushed his thoughts away because he doesn't have a clue of how to comfort someone, especially himself. When he's mad and annoyed, he just usually blow off his steam by training or sparring with his frie- classmate, Hair for brains. He had no idea if that could count as comfort, but in this situation it looks like his way won't work.
"You are not alone", the words feel foreign to his mouth. He didn't mean to utter the words with soft voice. He had just meant to say that Bakugo Katsuki is strong and shouldn't look weak but he ended up saying those cringing words of comfort softly.
But then, it had looked like those were the perfect words to say because he no longer felt the shoulders shaking. For a brief moment, he saw red orbs widening and again, it looked frighteningly similar and creepy.
"So are you"
Surprised by the reply of his own damn self, he was about to respond but was interrupted when everything shone so brightly. He squinted and slowly adjusted his eyes with the light. His hands that should be grabbing shoulders were being pulled by someone. He yanked his hands away but the grip was firm and for some fucking reason he can't see the person who was dragging him like a fucking child. What a shitty dream, it isn't his clone, he was sure. He was really getting annoyed with his own dream.
"I guess, he could really be attractive when he wants to"
A soft voice echoed. It was disgustingly familiar.
"He looks so….. peaceful"
It was fucking Round Face, he can't be mistaken but what the fuck is she saying? He hadn't noticed that he had stopped walking and was again found no one. Not even the person or thing that dragged him. Somehow, everyone always fucking disappears in his dream.
"I can't believe I just thought he looked attractive"
He was still hearing Uraraka's voice. Is she talking about shitty Deku? She really had no standards. He really couldn't understand why Uraraka would like Deku. She must be-
" It is Bakugo for pete's sake. I must be really sleepy or just plain crazy"
-crazy
What the fuck? That's it. I'm waking up. His dream is so fucking weird. Was it really his own?
He concentrated and repeated a mantra. Wake the fuck up. Wake the fuck up.
He felt his own fingers and he willed it to move. He heard a rustle and opened his eyes. Brown orbs that look too much like Urarakas were the first thing that he saw. He found himself holding her wrist as if to check if he was still dreaming because there's no fucking way that Uraraka would be on his room.
"What are you doing here Angel Face?", he cursed himself for the ridiculous yet oddly fitting new nickname that brushed his mouth. His voice intended to intimidate only came out hoarse.
She looked surprised and a spark of irritation rose into him.
"I was just….", she looked at the ground averting her gaze for an instant as if she was embarrassed.
Hah. She did enter his fucking room.
"I just want my blanket", she added as she stared back at him.
Blanket? Why would her fucking old blanket wound up its way to his room? His eyes shifted from the surroundings and mentally groaned as he realized that he wasn't in his room. He was in the common and was fucking sleeping on the couch.
The memory of Kirishima snoring and being too loud flashed on his mind. He must be so sleepy to consider sleeping on the shitty couch. And stupid as well, he could have just yelled at Kirishima and blasted him to Mars but he didn't.
His thoughts somehow ended up with Uraraka. He realized that he still needs to talk to her. He looked back at her but she was no longer looking at him. He looked down and followed her line of sight. He was still holding her. He pulled his hand away hastily and felt something churning on his stomach. It led him to say dumb things.
As if malfunctioning, his brain started to mess up and had just uttered nonsense.
"Aren't you planning to sleep?" the idiotic question came out of his voice
He could still feel something weird on his stomach. It wouldn't go away and it angered and confused him. Why is he feeling this way? He couldn't even get mad at himself for his stupidity because the feeling greatly disturbs him. He wasn't sure what it was. All he knows is that it shouldn't be there.
"I will, now that I have my blanket"
She sounded so unsure and she looked at him quite stunned. Who wouldn't be? He had just asked a weird and stupid question. It felt like he had just asked if humans could live without oxygen. His gaze wound up to her hand and found the blanket being held firmly. Does she think he's going to snatch it back from hers? She acts as if the blanket even looked good. It was old and it looked tired. In short, it's a fucking eyesore. It is so her to keep a cheap old blanket.
Despite of knowing her financial status, the action still surprised him. But what surprised him more was the memory that resurfaced on his mind so sudden giving the sense of being hit by a truck. Mentally, he felt himself almost stumble.
"I guess, he could really be attractive when he wants to"
Bakugo feels like his mind is short circuiting. It feels like he no longer feel his own damn self but he knows-he is aware that yes indeed, the world is still rotating and the mother fucking sun is still there but he did gave his memory -scratch that - delusion the benefit of doubt. He is fucking hearing things isn't he?
Attractive.
When the word rolled of his tongue, it felt so sickeningly familiar. As if on cue, his brain decided to relive him his dream.
"He looks so….. peaceful"
"Who the -
"I can't believe I just thought he looked attractive"
"It is Bakugo for pete's sake. I must be really sleepy or just plain crazy"
What the fuck? !!!!! Uraraka??????
He clenched his teeth hard not trusting himself for a moment. His mind was swirling and tons of questions just keep on sprouting. What the fuck does she mean? There's no fucking way she had meant it. Didn't she like shitty Deku? Why is he even getting embarrassed? What the fuck is wrong with him?
Fortunately, he had managed to speak without uttering. Yes, his mind thankfully cooperated this time. He will never be like Deku, fidgety and a stuttering mess when faced with certain brunette hero.
"WH-, YOU ALREADY GOT YOUR DAMN BLANKET.FOR FUCK'S SAKE GO TO HELL ALREADY!"
He did not stammered but he felt himself reddening from his cheeks all the way to his ears. Fuck. A mixture of embarrassment and anger flowed through his veins. He covered his face with his hand while the other started to ignite sparks from both anger and embarrassment.
He just had to remember that dream while talking to Round Face, didn't he? His mind really fucking annoys the hell out of him sometimes.
"A-are you….",
Of fucking course, it is Uraraka's fault. It started with her, saying weird things so that he would make a fool out of himself. And really, she even leaned towards him. Fucking leaned.
"FUCK OFF!!", he roared and she stepped back and ran like a tiny rabbit all the way to her room.
It is all her fucking fault. Stupid Uraraka and her round angel face. Ugh. Now there's no way in hell he could fucking sleep, not when she would always magically appear on his mind every time he would close his eyes.
Fuck. He's really screwed.
A/N: What did you guys think of the chapter? I can't help but feel like I just use stories as an excuse to write a lot of curses haha.
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"CanIsleepinyourroom?"
"Say that again Roundface"