To Whom He Belongs

if Izuku could become a hero, his hero name would be “Deku”. for everyone know how much he loves Kacchan. so whenever Midoriya is mentioned, there would be associations with that pretty jerk. the school bell rang some minutes later. — hey, look, he’s smiling so creepily… — who? — that… um, quirkless. — oh… what is his name? — who knows. but Bakugo always calls him “Deku”. Midoriya woke up from the fog of feelings after hearing his nickname. — hm? Kacchan?.. — he responded. the class became silent. Izuku looked at Katsuki and realised that he didn’t call him. everyone started giggling that second, saying something like: “just like a puppy!”, “ugh, he’s so weird”, or “and how does Bakugo even put up with this dumb nickname?”. Deku flushed red and ran out of the classroom quickly. he went in the restroom and washed his face with cold water, and then looked in the mirror. his pupils were wide, like from drugs, cheeks – blushing, like after freeze. “is it because of thoughts of Kacchan?” – Izuku wondered. the door opened with the creak. — oi, Deku… Midoriya turned around. Bakugo was standing there. alone, without his stupid “bros”. — Kacchan? — the boy wiped his freckled face with the shirt sleeve. Bakugo leaned on the wall and, after a short pause, started: — you… — weird? — Izuku cut in, — yeah, I know, I really shouldn’t have- — no. — the blonde suddenly interrupted. — shut up, Deku! — I-I’m sorry… — Izuku lowered his head. for some reason, right now he wasn’t worrying about what Katsuki’s going to do, will it be painful, will he hurt him. he just wanted to listen to Kacchan. — tch, — Katsuki looked somewhere down too. — I wanted to say that… uh, — he cleared his throat, — I’m sorry ‘bout your locker. Izuku stood in shock. Kacchan? apologizing? to Deku? wasn’t it another dream? — Kacchan!.. — fuck, I… I didn’t want to. that assholes did it all. I never touched your fucking locker. “never? then why does my sports form smells like his cologne? — Midoriya thought. — so I liked… someone else’s scent?!” – he shoked even more. — I really don’t care ‘bout your nerdy locker, Deku. — he lifted his head and looked into Izuku’s eyes. — what didn’t I see there… — he smirked, looking away. — Kacchan, but… why… suddenly the boys, who had broked Izuku’s locker, came in the restroom. — oo, look who’s here, huh? — the shorter one clapped his hands and rubbed them together. — hey, Bakugo, were you gonna beat him without us? — the second one cracked his knuckles and stepped closer to Midoriya. “shit!” – Izuku panicked. he couldn’t move and stared at Katsuki, being ready to be beaten. Katsuki’s friends stood really close to Izuku, and suddenly the “leader’s” rough voice stopped them: — back off. — hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell where does he look – at Izuku or at the floor. the guys looked puzzled. — whassup, Baku- — I said fuck off! — that was so loudly that everyone in the restroom (even those just sitting and not knowing what’s happening) froze. the bullies stepped away from Deku, exchanging glances. — …I was gonna beat him up myself after classes. — Katsuki added. — o-oh, okay, bro, fine… — yeah, we won’t disturb ya… — with that, they both ran out into the corridor.