Kacchan x Deku

Lots of swearing because Kacchan.

Sorry if they're OOC.

This is in Katsuki's point of view.

I really couldn't fucking believe Deku was able to deceive me like that; making me believe that he was Quirkless through all those years. He even had the guts to try to lie to me about inheriting his quirk as if I would actually buy what he said. I wasn't an idiot. But Deku made me feel like one.

I hate it.

I fucking hate it.

I just hate the way he talks to me as if we're friends, as if we were ever friends, and I hate the way he worries all the fucking time. It's not like I can't defend myself. Why does he keep looking down on me? I'm not some helpless little boy who needs to be saved all the fucking time. Why does he think he has to save me?

"Bakugou! Oi, Bakugou!"

"What do you fucking want?"

Kirishima only grins, seemingly used to my attitude before patting my shoulder.

I gruffly shake off his hand at once before shooting him a glare. "What's that grin for?" I ask in irritation. I hate it when other people grin, and I don't know what the reason for it is. That leads to me getting curious and then asking afterwards which shows that somehow, I actually do have a care—which is incredibly frustrating because it's something that I will never ever admit.

"Is it Midoriya?"

I growl in annoyance, giving him a dirty look because hearing that name is enough to piss me off.

"It's Midoriya then."

"Shut the fuck up."

Kirishima sniggers before giving me a curious look. "You hate Midoriya so much that you tend to think of him a lot."

"What's your point?"

"Nothing, really. It's just amusing. Don't you think you should just let go of your grudge?" Kirishima suggests, and I really want to punch him in the face because nobody tells me what to do. Good thing I have a little self-control. Not when it comes to Deku though.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Kirishima raises both of his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I was just trying to help you."

"How's that even going to help me?"

"If you think about him at all times, don't you think there's a possibility that your hatred will turn into something else?" Kirishima taps his chin with his fingers, staring at the ceiling.

I feel my eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. What could it possibly turn into?