The next morning, Mom was already downstairs, brewing a pot of coffee and frying eggs. I couldn't remember the last time she'd made breakfast on a weekday, maybe when I was a kid. I set down my backpack on the counter quietly, still a little unsure of our relationship. While last night didn't go great, it ended on a hopeful note. I wasn't completely sure how to act yet.
She smiled at me but didn't quite meet my eyes. "Hey, I already put your coffee in your thermos." She said before turning back to the eggs. Mom was like me, she chose awkward avoidance in the face of difficult situations. My dad liked to talk. If he were awake, he would have wanted to continue on last night's conversation. Mom and I both preferred to take things slow.
I sat down at the counter and she put a plate of eggs in front of me. "Thanks." I said. It was a little uncomfortable but also a little okay. I ate quickly and headed out to school with my thermos in hand. When I got to the school gate, I saw a cute, fluffy-haired boy waiting for me with a smile. Once we met eyes, he raised his hand up slightly to show me that he was making a heart with his thumb and forefinger. I saw it and immediately blushed. I responded by quickly flashing him the same little signal.
"Why are you out here? It's cold." I grumbled. He stuck to my hip as soon as I reached him.
"Waiting for you~" He responded sweetly.
"Don't do stupid shit like that, you'll get sick and that'll just annoy me." I scolded, my heart pounding. He was so cute.
"I'm not even cold, Kacchan." He argued, still wearing his smile.
"Bullshit." I responded.
"I'm not!" He insisted.
I stopped in my tracks, causing him to halt too. I gently pressed the back of my hand to his cheek. His face was frigid cold. I pulled my hand away just as he began to blush. "It's cold." I noted, suddenly becoming embarrassed of my own actions. I walked towards school and the stunned boy had to jog to catch up.
"What'chya got there? Coffee?" He asked.
"Yeah. Mom made it." I answered.
"Oh really? So everything's okay between you two?"
I nodded. We entered class and sat down in our seats. I had only set my coffee on my desk a minute before Iida approached me. "Bakugo-san," He greeted, "It's good to see that your test scores are up."
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"I'm just happy that you're adjusting to this class so well."
"Kay. Thanks." I answered bluntly.
"Mr. Aizawa asked me to meet with him before class but there are a few boxes of new textbooks in the office that we need for first period."
I scoffed and sat back, crossing my arms. "I see what this is about…" I said. "You come over here, compliment me, then use that as leverage to make me your beast of burden?"
Midoriya chimed in. "I'll help." He offered.
Of course, if Midoriya was in, then I was in too. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. We'll get them."
Iida seemed a little surprised by my change of attitude but my expression warned him not to pry. He smiled. "Thanks. You should be able to make it in one trip if there's the two of you."
"Whatever. Kiss my feet, Iida." I grumbled, getting up from my seat and exiting the classroom, leaving my coffee unattended. In hindsight, that's where the trouble started. Izuku ran after me again. He caught up to me and tugged my sleeve.
"You should be nicer to Iida." He scolded.
"He knows I don't mean it." I said.
"Yeah, but other people don't. Not everyone knows when you're being serious or not."
"Why should I care what they think?"
"I care. I don't want people treating you badly."
I made the heart gesture with my fingers and that shut him up. We got the boxes from the office and carried them back. There were only two and each weighed only about 20-30 pounds. Iida thanked us and we went back to our seats. Oddly enough, Monoma was silent that morning. That made me a little uneasy but I didn't think much of it.
I started sipping my coffee as class started and that's where things got weird. I started losing my concentration. I like my head was spinning and I couldn't stop it. My brain was moving around inside my head and my eyes longed to draw back as if I were tired. "Katsuki!" I remember Mr. Aizawa scolding. It sounded like everything was underwater. "Stop that, this isn't dance class."
I noticed that my body had somehow been moving. I was swaying and nodded. It was then that I finally realized that something was wrong with me. My memory was skipping and the intervals of blankness were getting longer. 'Shit… what the hell am I doing? The fuck is going on?' I thought.
For a moment, I would see a vortex in the wall, a desk on the ceiling, or a giant snake right outside the window then a moment later, it was gone. Things that were solid became fluid. Things that were stagnant moved. Reality started inverting on itself and all I could do was watch in wonder.
Between the lapses in memory, I remember times when I was looking at Midoriya, times when I was talking, he was talking, Monoma was talking, Mr. Aizawa was talking. What words were we saying? I didn't know. My body was in autopilot and I was just an observer who drifted in and out of lucidity.
Iida and Mr. Aizawa looked through my bag for a while. Next thing I remember, I was in the office. Finally, I felt myself being able to return to my mind as its proper owner. I looked around in confusion. There were three police officers. One was watching me, the other was talking to the principal, and the third was with my parents and Izuku. I was completely confused.
'What's going on? Am I awake? Was I dreaming? How long was I asleep? Shit… Am I at school? This is the principal's office. Oh fuck, that's the police. Why are they here? Something bad must have happened… is Midoriya okay? Wait, he's here too? Is that Mom and Dad? Why are they here?' I wondered.
"Mom?" I asked aloud. She turned to me, surprised. Her surprise turned to anger.
"What the fuck, Katsuki!? Are you doing drugs now?" She yelled, approaching me with venom. A police officer tried to stop her but my mom pulled her arm out of their grasp and approached me anyways, emanating rage.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Where did you buy that shit?" She growled. "Who's selling it to you?"
I shook my head in utter bafflement. What was she even talking about?
"Mam, please go back to giving your testimony and let us question him." The officer said, pulling her back begrudgingly.
I made eye contact with Deku. He looked scared and confused, just like me. An officer sat beside me with a note pad and started asking questions.
"Bakugo Katsuki, right?" He confirmed. I nodded. "Okay, Mr. Bakugo. Do you want to tell me what you're doing with ketamine in your coffee?"
"With what!? Wait… i-in my coffee?" I stuttered.
The man nodded matter-o'-factly. "Are you meaning to tell me you were unaware of this in your possession?"
"You're damn right I wasn't. Wh-why would I-… I don't even… What the fuck?" I spat. I kept trying to make eye contact with Deku. I needed him. I was scared, I didn't know what was happening. I needed him in order to feel safe and in control.
Deku could sense my need and came to me, leaving the officer who was interviewing him. He stood at my side and I felt like, for the first time, he was protecting me. "Officer, sir, I was with Kacchan all morning. He didn't take anything, I know that. Whatever was in his coffee was placed there by someone else." He said to the officer interrogating me.
I wanted to grab Deku and pull him into my lap and hide my face against his back. He was safety, he was calm. But the officer scolded him and made him leave us alone. I wanted him to stay.
The officer turned back to me and I met him with aggression. He'd made my boy leave and I hated him for that. "So, Mr. Bakugo, I'll ask you again. Where did you get the drugs from?"
"I've never bought drugs." I growled back, my arms crossed.
"Then how did they get into your coffee?" He pried.
"Isn't it your job to figure that out?"
"Son, you are in danger of not only being expelled but also of being persecuted for drug possession." He warned.
"Son? I'm not your son, don't call me that! I never bought anything from anyone! Someone drugged me, shouldn't they be the one on trial here!?"
"Do you really believe that someone drugged you? That's a big claim, I can't take it seriously unless you can give me a name."
"What? You want me to just point fingers like you're doing?"
"We're not really pointing fingers here, Mr. Bakugo. The drugs were found in your system. That seems pretty clear to me. Unless you can give us good reason to doubt that that's the case, we can't waste our time pursuing hunches."
I rolled my eyes. He had a point but still, I was pissed. I wished people would just believe me, like Iida. Anything he said was taken as scripture. I needed to be more like Iida if I was going to be respected. "I'm a good student, I help out around class a lot and tutor some of the other students." I explained, forcing myself to calm down a little. "But there's this one kid who really hates me, he's pulled big stunts like this before to ruin my reputation and get me expelled. This really wouldn't be out of character for him at all. His name is Neito Monoma."
The officer took notes as I told him about the time Monoma had stolen the fieldtrip money and distributed fliers. In the end, he said that if my stories were true, then he would have reason to investigate Monoma too. He assured me that I wouldn't be expelled, only suspended, while the investigation was in progress. He also asked me if I knew of anyone else in our school who was buying or selling drugs.
I told him I didn't. I couldn't bring Uraraka down with me, even if there was a link there. The officer left me to call his supervisor and discuss the new suspect. Without an officer guarding me, Deku was able to make his way over again and sit with me on the bench. He looked so worried. I hated to see him like that so I threw away my own fears and smiled for him. "What's with that face? Knock it off, it doesn't look good on you." I said coolly.
It looked like he was holding back tears. "Kacchan… we both know you didn't do anything. Monoma has to be behind this. You have to tell them."
"What makes you think I really had no hand in this?" I asked, challenging his faith in me.
"That's not who you are." He said with complete confidence. "Plus, stuff like that is pretty expensive and I can't see you wasting your money on drugs." He pointed out. I was a little irked that he brought up my poverty but it was a little funny too. My smile grew more sincere.
"I did tell them about Monoma, they'll look into it. I need you to promise me you'll keep your nose out of this."
"But Kacchan-"
"Stop. I'm not willing to compromise. Do not instigate Monoma, don't even look his way. That'll just make things worse." My tone was stern.
"He can't just do whatever he wants! Kacchan, when you were in class earlier, you were doing and saying things I didn't understand and it was really scary… I was really scared for you. He could have seriously hurt you and who's to say he won't some day? I don't want to be the bystander, I don't care if I have to get my hands dirty if it means I can have some control in this situation. Please…"
I gently put my hand atop his, slowing down his breathing. "Deku… I'll protect you and I won't leave you… do you remember when I promised that to you? I still mean it. I'll handle this."
His hand gripped mine passionately. "Then I'm going to do the same." He promised, his eyes aflame with love and anger.
"What are you going to do?" I challenged. "Are you going to out manipulate him? Impossible. Physically overpower him? Unlikely. Could you use your money to change anything? His uncle is the governor and his parents own a few cruise ships. Deku, I'm trying to hold back the floodgates here. He's capable of destroying your life and he would do it without remorse. I don't think you understand the opponent in this fight."
He looked down into his lap, the hopelessness setting in. His excited motivation was something I loved about him and it hurt me so much to crush it like this but it was all I could do to protect him. I never wanted Deku to have to face Monoma. I didn't want him to feel completely manipulated, totally powerless, overwhelmingly out-numbered like I did.
I raised my arm and swiped his cheek gently with the back of my hand, catching a tear as I rolled free. Monoma couldn't see him like this, he couldn't see Deku's weakness because he would just exploit it. "Deku…" I whispered. "It's okay… I'm okay. I won't let him touch us. I'll make sure the police hold him accountable for this and I'll be back to school soon."
His eyes darted up to meet mine. He looked shocked and panicked. "You're leaving school!?" He asked.
"I'll be suspended until the investigation is through. Monoma probably will be too."
"But… doesn't this end with one of you getting expelled?"
I diverted my gaze. I didn't want to lie to him but looking at him while I told the truth was too much. "Yeah, probably."
"Wh-…Wh-what'll I do if you get expelled?" His voice trembled.
"Then it'll just be like it was before I moved schools. That's not so bad, right?" I was trying to frame the situation in a way that wasn't so depressing.
"No! I don't want to go back to before you. I don't want to… I want this…" He was fully crying now which got the officer's and my mother's attention. Thankfully, Mom's motherly instincts kicked in and she got to him faster than the officer. She took him by the shoulders and led him away. I sat alone, two of his tears still on the back of my hand.
'I can't lose to Monoma, I can't give up what I have with Deku.' I thought, staring at the droplets. 'I've never felt this about anyone before, this could be my only chance at finding my special someone… but then again… how do I even fight this? How on Earth am I supposed to fight Monoma? All I can do is get out of his way and hope he forgets me but… Deku is in his way too. Even if I stop fighting him, he'll still come after Deku for his class rank. In order to protect Deku, I have no choice but to be a barricade.'
I considered what it would mean to be expelled. To not see Deku every morning, to not eat lunch with him and listen to him ramble happily about Captain America. I could remember a time before Deku but I couldn't think of how I could go back there and still be happy. Deku made me happy, I didn't want to give him up. I had to think of a way to win.
Deku was calmed down then sent back to class. After another two hours, the police let my parents take me home. I tried to explain to Mom and Dad that I didn't do anything wrong and I think they believed me but still, it was a lot to process and they stayed upset all day. I went up to my room and started working on the classwork that Mr. Aizawa had handed to me as I was leaving. I think he believed me too.
Just around the time of last period, my phone buzzed. I lazily opened it and found a video attachment from Kirishima. Curiously, I downloaded it.
"Just film it." A female voice ordered from off screen. I recognized it as Uraraka. "We need evidence if we want Monoma to feel any serious heat from this."
"I am!" Kirishima defended.
"Be a little less obvious!" She said. I could hear Monoma's muffled voice in the background as the screen depicted the classroom. Iida and Mr. Aizawa were no where to be seen, they were probably being interviewed by the police too. Everyone sat around and chatted, most of them listening to Monoma. Deku in the front row was turned away, his head down as if he were working.
"I mean really!" He said. "Who would do drugs in school? It's so classless! What kind of a school does he think this is! With all the fighting and drug use, you'd think he's a prison inmate instead of a high schooler." He laughed and so did his crowd.
"Yeah, I saw his wrists. They're all red, there's definitely something wrong with him and in more ways than one." Some one added. All the pieces were falling in order in Monoma's plan. He had made a fool of me enough times that, despite people's better judgement, they believed him and turned against me.
"He scares me!" A girl said. "I don't want someone like that at our school, I don't feel safe."
"Did you hear he's in a gang?" Someone asked.
"Really? No way… are you sure? Well… I guess I wouldn't be surprised."
"My dad works on the school board and I asked him why Katsuki has been to so many schools and you know what he said? Physical harassment and violent encounters with other students."
"Oh my God! He's crazy! Why did they even let him in here?"
"I've heard it's because they have to let a certain amount of poor kids in to be fair."
Monoma chimed in again. "He's not that poor." He wore that evil smirk that made my intestines pucker.
"What? He's not? But I thought he was. I mean, have you seen what he eats for lunch? And those shoes…" One student pointed out.
"He has money, he just chooses to spend it irresponsibly on drugs and such." Monoma elaborated. "After all, how could someone afford stuff like that if they didn't have money? And it's obviously not family money, he lives in a dinky little apartment that smells like a gas leak."
"So where does he get the money?" A student pried. "Students aren't supposed to have jobs."
"I can't say for sure but I have a guess…" The students drew closer to him to hear his secret. "I know, straight from the horse's mouth, that Katsuki prefers to play for the other team."
"What does that mean?" One student whispered.
Monoma was happy to tell her. "He's a fag. He told me himself. He likes guys, he even likes guys in this class." I watched as the students recoiled in shock and disgust. He continued. "If I had to guess… he's getting his money by doing something in a scandalous profession… something for the pleasure of other men. I mean, if he likes it, why not? Think about it, he has money for drugs but it's obviously not coming from his parents and the school hasn't found out that he has a job yet so that could only mean one thing… Katsuki is a prostitute!"
A loud clatter disrupted the gossiping students and spooked a few. Deku had stood up from his seat with such energy and passion that his chair had toppled back onto the floor. He glared at Monoma with intense hatred. I bit my lip watching him, begging him silently to just leave the room or sit back down but he didn't.
"What the hell makes you think you can just say shit like that about a classmate!" He yelled, catching everyone off guard. "You've gone too far, Monoma. You can't just make stuff up about Katsuki and expect no one to tell you you're wrong. I'll do it! You're wrong about Katsuki and everything you're saying is lies! I like Katsuki and everyone else did too before you joined this class and started spreading those horrible rumors!"
Monoma quickly regained himself from his shock and cocked his head challengingly. "Izuku… You're standing up for Katsuki? Why? He's especially cruel to you. We all see how he bosses you around. You don't have to be such a good-two-shoes. Hmm… I wonder if that's what Katsuki likes so much about you."
People began to whisper. "Wait… does Katsuki like Izuku?" Someone asked. "No way! He's so mean to him."
"He told me himself." Monoma calmly announced, earning the crowd's attention. "I swear on my mother's grave, I heard it from his lips alone. He's completely in love with our cute little Izuku~"
People gasped, laughed, and gossip. I could see Izuku unwinding. Then, he snapped. "Shut up! All of you!" He yelled, driving everyone to silence. His eyes burned in a way I'd never known. "Katsuki does like me and I like him too! You don't need some crazed psychopath to tell you that, I will! I love Katsuki Bakugo! I want him to be my boyfriend and someday, I want him to be my husband too! There! That's the truth so now you can all stop gossiping about it!"
Monoma let out a loud, hardy laugh. Everyone else was too shocked to move a muscle. "Oh my god, this is even better than I thought! So you two are queers together!" He clapped and laughed, truly enjoying himself. "This is rich. So now, not only do we have a drug addict prostitute in our class but we also have his John! I have to applaud you on working out such a great system. You've got money, he's got his addiction. It's a match made in heaven! Hey tell me this… do you guys fuck at school?"
Before I knew it, Deku lunged at Monoma and threw the boy to the ground. It was hard to see what was going on because people and desks were in the way but, through brief glimpses, I saw Deku sitting on Monoma's stomach, rage wailing against the blonde.
My heart was beating a million times a second as I grasped my phone hard enough to crack the screen. There was cheering and yelling. Uraraka tried desperately to break them up but the crowd was impenetrable. After a minute of yelling at Deku to get off him, she ran out of the classroom to get help. In seconds, the teachers in the classrooms next-door rushed in and seized the boys. Both were beaten up pretty badly but it was evident that Monoma had taken the worst of it. I was genuinely shocked when I saw at the blood and bruises he bore. I didn't think Deku could be responsible for causing that much damage.
The camera jiggled then turned off. I saw there was a text message beneath Kirishima's video.
Kirishima: Get here asap.
Without another thought, I threw on my shoes and practically fell down the stairs on my way out. My parents were in their room and couldn't react fast enough to stop me. I sprinted to school, my mind whirling and my heart pounding in my ears. I didn't bring my jacket so the bitter cold chilled the sweat on my scorched body.
I entered the office and found both Deku and Monoma seated in the principal's office. He was on the phone with their parents and was unpleasantly surprised when I burst into his office. I immediately approached Monoma, dominance and danger emanating from me. "Did you hurt him?" I demanded to know in a cold, harsh voice. "I'll hurt you a hundred times over you little-"
The principal grabbed me from behind, restraining my arms as I fought against him, trying to get to Monoma. Monoma actually looked a little frightened. It made me wonder if this was the first time he'd experienced some substantial physical pain. Or maybe he understood how much I loved Deku, maybe he knew that the pain he was feeling now was only a tenth of what I'd give him later.
"Kacchan! Kacchan, stop!" Deku demanded, standing up and taking one of my arms. His voice immediately suffocated most of my violence. I stopped fighting and instead gave my attention to him. My poor boy was bleeding. He had a black eye, a cut lip, and several scratches on his arms. I was pissed, I wanted to hurt Monoma.
"I told you to keep your head down." I growled at him.
"I couldn't." Deku replied just before the office security guard was able to take me from the president and lead me out of the principal's office. He sat me down in the front of the main office and stood right at my side, watching me. Clearly, the principal was going to want to talk to me too at some point. I was involved in all of this, I was the common denominator in all the school's problems.
After a few minutes, Mrs. Midoriya entered the office worriedly, clutching her purse. I hung my head in shame. I was supposed to love and protect her son but instead, I'd made everything worse. I knew she hated me. I was a bad influence, a bad boyfriend, a bad person. She only met my eyes a moment then walked past me into the principal's office. Oddly enough, I wished Deku's dad was here. Having that huge American brute threaten Monoma would make all of this worth it.
Later, a couple that I assumed were Monoma's parents entered the office. They didn't recognize me. I could see in their expressions that they already believed their son did nothing wrong and were going to put the school through hell for this. I could tell that, no matter what they heard about their son, they would remain steadfast on his innocence.
Minutes later, Kirishima and Uraraka were called into the office too and walked past me on their way to talk to the principal. I briefly met their eyes and we exchanged little nods. At last, after over an hour and a half, I was invited into the office too. The security guard stayed at my side. All eyes were on me.
"Mr. Bakugo, you will not speak but only to respond to my questions." The principal said sternly. I gave a little nod of acknowledgement. Deku looked scared.
"What is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Midoriya?" He asked.
My heartbeat quickened. "Um… well…" I muttered.
"Please answer bluntly and honestly." The principal reminded.
"We're dating." I spit out.
"How long have you two been dating?" He asked, only a moment intercession between this and the last question.
"Only a week or so." I answered.
"How long have you two had mutual romantic feelings?"
"I don't know exactly how long. At least since the geology fieldtrip."
"Did you tell Mr. Monoma about these feelings?"
"I… he assumed it on his own and I confirmed it." I said with a nod.
"Have you experienced harassment by Mr. Monoma on the basis of your sexuality since you divulged this information to him?"
I nodded a few times. "Yes, sir."
The principal sighed and leaned back against his desk. He turned to Monoma's parents. "There it is, it's out of my hands now. This has gone from a simple schoolyard scuffle to a legal matter of harassment."
"Are you kidding me?" His father asked, outraged. "That green-haired boy clearly attacked Neito, you saw it yourself on the video! I don't get what some teasing with another student has to do with any of this!"
"That's the most I can say. Our student rights coordinator will proceed with interviews and direct everyone to the appropriate next steps from there." He dismissed, pulling the phone off his desk and calling up the student rights coordinator.
It took the rest of the day and well into the night to get everything sorted out. I called my parents and told them what was going on. I never knew how quickly rich people could get lawyers involved. Deku's mom called someone, Monoma's parents called someone, then they hung up and those people called each other. There was a lot of calling. We were all interviewed. Legal terms were used that I didn't understand. At one point in all the chaos, I found myself sitting next the Deku, waiting to get interviewed for the second time. I glanced over at him and laid my hand over his.
He smiled at me softly. "Kacchan…" He said. "Hey… did…did anyone send you anything?"
"Send me something? Like what?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew he didn't want me to hear those words. Not yet, not like this.
"Like… a video?"
I pretended like I was trying to remember then shook my head. "No, not that I can think of."
He smiled and I saw stress lift off of his chest. I didn't mind waiting for him to tell me he loved me, I already knew. I already loved him back.
In the end, the lawyers decided on behalf of the families that a civil agreement would be made to avoid the students being suspended and missing valuable class time during court proceedings. Deku would not face repercussions for the fight nor would Monoma be prosecuted for his harassment. He would also take responsibility for the drug incident and along with his other harassments, it would be forgotten. My suspension was terminated. The school required that, during an assembly the next day, we three speak in front of the student body about how bullying and fighting is disruptive, hurtful, and selfish.
A slap on the wrist in all directions was decided to be the best solution. I wished they would make Monoma leave but ultimately, I was satisfied because I was allowed to stay at school with Deku. The impossible was already accomplished.
I walked out of the office with Deku. It was ten at night and the world was dark. Stars decorated the quiet sky. "Are you going home now?" Deku asked.
I chuckled. "Where else would I go?"
He laughed too. "Good point." The greenette turned to his mom and asked her to go home without him. He wanted to walk home. She tried to convince him otherwise but in the end, he won and we walked side by side down the desolate street.
"You've got a pretty nice shiner." I commented with a smirk.
He delicately touched his eye. "Does it look awful?"
I responded by showing him my fingers in the heart gesture. He blushed. "Didn't I tell you to steer clear of Monoma?"
"I tried really, really, really hard but he went too far. He antagonized me, Kacchan."
"Well… if that's the case, then I'm glad to see he came out of it worse. Still, don't pull shit like that ever again or I'll actually get pissed off, okay?"
He smiled and nodded. "Okay~"
"You can take care of yourself, can't you, Kid? Maybe… You don't need me around anymore." I teased. As I said that, he stopped walking and bent down, clutching his ankle and hissing in pain. I smiled. "Huh? You need a piggy back?"
He smiled back, standing up straight and pretending to limp to me. "Yeah… I guess I still need you so… maybe you should stick around." He said.
I squatted down and picked him up on my back, wearing a stupid grin all the while. I knew there was nothing wrong with his ankle but it still liked to feel his warm weight against me. "I guess I will…"
I took him all the way to his house before setting him down in the door way. He stood there and looked at me with pure adoration. I loved him. I was completely in love with Deku. The gentle glow of the moon illuminated his tufts of green hair. His freckles accented his purple eye and split lip. "I said I wouldn't leave you, right?" I asked softly. Deku was the only one who got to see this docile side of me. It was just for him.
He smiled. "I'm glad you didn't. I really don't want to go back to how things were before I met you. I thought I was happy… but I guess I didn't really know what happiness was."
My gaze sunk to his lips. I smiled and ran my thumb over the warm bottom lip. I gently felt the cut. Then, my palm slipped crossed his cheek and cupped his face. Those emerald eyes were lidded with comfort and trust. I slowly leaned in and touched his lips to mine. At first, our kisses were just warm contacts but as we got comfortable with it, we began moving our lips lowly, sharing a silent dance. My lips ran across his teeth and along the sensitive flesh on the underside of his lips. My arms curled around him, keeping his lithe body close to mine. He was mine.
The kisses ended when there was a little knock on his front door from the inside. It was Mrs. Midoriya telling us that that was enough for tonight. It made me blush to think that she knew what we were doing and I quickly took my leave. I could hardly sleep that night. Deku's words resounded in my mind. He loved me… he wanted to me my boyfriend and someday… he wanted to be my husband too. Deku was mine. Completely mine, now and forever. I had never had anything worth more. Even gold couldn't compare. I had Deku.
