I've always taken pride in not giving a single fuck about other people's opinions and thoughts regarding anything. People can fucking hate me, and I wouldn't even bat an eyelid. In my life, there has always been only one thing that I truly cared about, and that's my goal to be the number one hero.

I really fucking wish everything just stayed that way.

Maybe if things fucking stayed the same, I won't feel this shitty over something that's beyond my control. It's a weird feeling—getting ignored by someone who was all over you just a few days ago. It's even weirder when you have no fucking idea what transpired for this shit to happen to you.

"Is he really ignoring you?" Kirishima asks. "That's not Midoriya at all."

I shrug in response, trying to look uncaring despite the crappy feeling inside me. It's been days since the last time Deku and I talked to each other, but I can't find it within myself to fix whatever this shit is because I didn't even do anything remotely bad to bring out this sort of reaction.

What kind of bastard tells someone that they like that person and then proceeds to pretend like the latter doesn't even exist immediately after?

"You should approach him," Kirishima suggests.

At that, I turn to look at him with a scowl. "Why the fuck should I?"

"What do you want to do then? Wait and mope around?" He rolls his eyes and then grabs my shoulder to shake me. "Wake up, man. You've got to get your act together."

I jostle him away before standing up.

"Ow," I hear Kirishima mumble. Just as I'm about to walk away, he says, "Midoriya's in the hallway talking to someone from Class-B."

"I didn't fucking ask," I respond without even looking at him.

"Oh, whatever, casanova. Go get your man."

"Fuck you, asshole."

When I see Deku standing alone in the hallway, I do my best to just get my shit together (which came from my own resolve and not because Kirishima told me something similar earlier) and walk over towards him. He still hasn't noticed me coming which is good. He might bolt if he sees me, and I'm not in the fucking mood to play tag and chase him right now.

I'm about two meters away from him when Deku suddenly turns his head and spots me. As expected, he yelps, tries to run away immediately after seeing me and then proceeds to trip on air which is really fucking stupid of him. He lands face first on the floor.

"What the fuck—hey, you fucker, why are you avoiding me?" I ask, ignoring the way he fell in front of me. It's his fucking fault anyway.

He groans in pain when he attempts to get up from the ground, rubbing his face which has turned red from the contact. "Kacchan, let's not talk about that here please."

"We will talk about it wherever the fuck I want."

Deku groans again, this time due to exasperation. "Fine, then. I just... didn't know how to talk to you after what happened, okay? I seriously don't know what I was thinking."

"What? After you told me you liked me? Ah, so you actually meant it, huh?" I grumble, hating the queasy feeling in my stomach.

"Yes, Kacchan. Why would I joke about that?"

I glare at him. His sarcastic tone is pissing me off. "Are you fucking questioning me? You fucking told me it'd be weird if I fell for you, but you liked me the whole time? What the hell is wrong with you? You're a fucking masochist, aren't you?" I mock him loudly. I don't even care if there are people listening to us right now.

Deku spins around nervously, scanning our surroundings to see if somebody heard what I said. When he sees nobody paying attention, he lets out a relieved sigh and glowers at me. "No! It's because it is weird! You liked bullying and insulting me. I mean if you like someone, Kacchan, would you seriously hurt that person on purpose?"

"Well, I guess because I fucking like you!" The second those words come out of my mouth, I immediately regret it.

"Oh God, is that normal — wait, what? Seriously?" Deku gapes, his jaw slack.

I can feel the tips of my ears turn red despite myself. "No, rewind. The fuck was that? I didn't say anything!" I turn towards the nearest wall in order to punch it, but Deku quickly stops me.

"Wait, don't do that." He looks at me squarely. "You like me too?"

"No...?"

Deku tilts his head in confusion. God, I want to punch him. "What? Are you asking me?"

"No."

"Er—no to what?" From Deku's face, I can see that his patience is wearing thin.

Oh, fuck you.

"Kacchan, answer me!"

"...to your second question..." I find myself answering before coming to the realization that Deku just shouted at me. The fuck? "How dare you raise your voice at me?

Deku frowns. "Is that important right now?"

"No, what's important right now is that I'm attracted to a fucking masochist," I scoff.

Deku gasps, scandalized. "Kacchan, I told you I'm not a masochist!"

"You are! You like me even though I keep hurting you, fuckwad," I explain slowly because of Deku's stupidity.

He shakes his head. "That's not what a masochist is. It's not like I like you because I love getting hurt, Kacchan," he argues, which makes me wonder if things are going to work out between us considering that we're already having a disagreement over something petty.

"Why do you like me then?"

"Just because you're... you. I actually wanted to tell you ages ago. It's just... I felt like I was getting way ahead of myself, so I wanted us to go back to being friends first."

"Oh, so you had an ulterior motive when you asked to be friends."

Deku pouts. I want to fucking punch him. "It's not like that," he mutters.

"And here I thought you were an innocent little shit. Turns out you're a conniving bastard."

He doesn't respond. Instead, he laces our fingers together, and I have to stop myself from spontaneously combusting. I don't complain when we walk to the classroom together with our fingers intertwined. It's really cheesy and silly and definitely something that I would never do, but I guess I can make an exception for this fucking asshole.

and that's the end.

first of all, i'm sorry if the ending's way too rushed. i should have planned how the story was gonna go from the very start instead of winging everything. second, if you're still reading this, thank you very much!