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Senior year. The year where suicide is contemplated by every student in the class. The year where you’re almost free—but not quite.
Unfortunately for Katsuki, it was about to get a thousand times worse.
The first day went relatively well, he didn’t do much since the teachers usually take a few days to complete their lesson plans. He just had one more class today and then he could finally go home. When he walked into sixth period AP Bio. Everything was normal, until he saw a green mop of hair that he knew all too well.
Deku.
Holy fuck. Katsuki just assumed he fell off the face of the earth because he never saw him after eighth grade. He hadn’t bothered to keep up with him because of their past and the fact that he didn’t give a flying fuck about the loser. But now that he was back, Katsuki was freaking the fuck out. Why was he back? He debates whether or not to just skip sixth period on the first day. It wouldn’t be a good look but at least he would be at peace. He really does not want to be around Deku of all people. Not today. Not ever.
As he was about to walk out, he heard a voice trailing behind him that made him stop in his tracks. “Katsuki Bakugou, where do you think you’re going?”
He recognised that voice anywhere.
“Nowhere, Mr. Aizawa.” His life was fucking over. This was going to be a long year.
“Nowhere, huh?” Mr. Aizawa said in a monotone voice.
“Nowhere.”
He looked less than pleased. “It looks like you were about to skip my class.”
Without turning around, in his usual unenthusiastic voice, and without missing a beat Katsuki said, “Sorry Mr. Aizawa, I took seventeen laxatives and I ate a triple wrap supreme with extra beans before coming here.” At this point the entirety of the classroom was completely silent. “You might want to let me go, or it will stink so bad that you'll want to put your resignation in early.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned to face Mr. Aizawa, who looked far too tired for it being the first day of school and the least bit impressed.
“Just go sit down, problem child.”
“God damnit,” he said under his breath, walking into class. Now that he was looking, everyone including Denki who was snickering in the back of the class, was staring.
Breaking the silence, Katsuki asks, “So where do I sit?”
Mr. Aizawa quickly looked at his seating chart and pointed to the empty seat directly next to Izuku. Fuck.
Without complaint, he quietly walked over to where Izuku was sitting and sat down next to him. Izuku warily looked in his general direction as if waiting for a reaction, but Katsuki just silently listened to Mr. Aizawa’s lecture—not giving Izuku the light of day. Though, when he knew he wasn’t looking, he glanced over at him to find that his hair is well trimmed, his facial structure had sharpened out with maturity and he had piercings? Like, lip piercings? Since when would Auntie ever allow him to do that in a million years?
Oh and the freckles. Those didn't fade with age. If anything, he got a shit ton more. He was covered head-to-toe in freckles.
Once Katsuki realized he was staring, his ears heated up and he whipped his head towards the front of the class, refusing to even acknowledge Izuku's existence for the rest of the period.
Before the bell rang, Denki decided to run his fat mouth and talk to Katsuki. During the last period of the day. Why the fuck would Denki talk to him during the last class of the day. Katsuki can usually tolerate him at around lunch time but sixth period is probably one of the worst times to talk to him. He was tired and ready to go home, and Denki saying dumb shit that kills his brain cells by the millions was not on the list of things to deal with today.
“Heyyyy Bakubr—woah! Is that an MSI bracelet you're wearing?” Denki’s attention was quickly brought to Izuku, specifically his wrist.
Katsuki freezed. Oh fuck no. Why was he dragging Izuku of all people into this? He was very much trying to ignore his ass for the rest of eternity.
Izuku smiled that stupid fucking smile that he always did. “Ah–yes! I love MSI.”
“That's sick! Can you play any songs?” Denki asked excitedly.
“Yeah, I can play a few songs on guitar,” Izuku responded shyly.
Denki was literally glowing with excitement. “Do you wanna come to our jam sesh after school today?”
What the fuck? Why was Izuku invited? Just his fucking fuckass luck. “Sure!” Izuku agreed enthusiastically. Katsuki was going to perish.
“Bakubro are you coming toni-”
“No.”
“Awww why not?” Denki pouted.
Katsuki cringed at the pout Denki made. “Stop making that fucking face, I’m going to the gym so I can’t make it.”
And then Katsuki heard the bell. He had never been more overjoyed to hear a stupid ass bell in his entire life. He was fucking out of there. He could hear his friends calling after him but he couldn’t care at that moment.
While driving home with the windows down and blasting music, he let his thoughts run wild. He didn’t really remember when everything with Izuku went to shit, but it was sometime around middle school, when he… Fuck. He couldn’t even admit it to himself. He was so fucking pathetic back then. He was washed over by a tsunami of guilt. If he wasn’t such an asshole to Izuku back then, maybe Izuku would still like him. He probably hated Katsuki’s guts now. Maybe if he hadn’t projected his insecurities and fears onto Izuku at all, let alone at such a young and influential age, he wouldn’t feel like he murdered Izuku’s puppy every time he looked at him.
Katsuki was promptly launched out of his train of thought by the intro of the song May You Never Forget Me By Temachii. Katsuki loved this song, but Spotify sure had shit timing.
Look for no other than I,
In your eyes.
Not that he was going to skip it though, a hot day on an empty road blasting the song was probably the only way he could calm himself down after the hectic day he just had. Other than the anger management tips his therapist gave him because he was not an asshole anymore… For the most part.
May you never forget me,
May you never forget me,
May you never forget me.
Maybe Spotify was giving him a sign, or something. He was not one to believe in the angel number bullshit or the “stars,” but maybe the universe was giving him a sign that Izuku coming back would be a good thing…
Nah, wishful thinking.
What was he wishing for again?
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Katsuki was so bored. Why did he lie about going to the gym again? Oh yeah. Deku. God this was so bad. He needed to get his head out of his ass now. What would the group be doing right now? Maybe if he looked at Mina’s story? No. Fuck no. He was not pathetic like that. Well, maybe a little bit. But he would not stoop so low as to stalk their profiles. He was Katsuki-motherfucking-Bakugou, he wasn’t a clingy, jealous bastard.
Before he could stop himself, his fingers were typing Kyouka’s instagram handle into the search bar. He saw that she’d posted a new story, not that he checked social media that often. When he clicked on it, a video of Deku playing the guitar and Denki singing an MSI song. Typical. But there was an extra tag on the video. Katsuki didn’t realise how tight he was gripping his phone until his hands started to cramp.
Clicking on the unknown profile, surprise, it was Deku, in all of his fugly glory.
Pause—Why the fuck was he doing this? In one swift motion, the phone was launched out of his hand and over towards his bookshelf on the opposite side of his room. He seriously needed to get his act together. This stalking is not going to fly unless he was looking to hurt his already bruised ego.
He needs to get out of here now. Maybe he should actually go to the gym, this time to get his mind off a certain green haired boy that was absolutely hurled back into his life.
—
On his drive home from the gym, he noticed a boba shop that he’d never been to before. Had that just opened up or was he blind?
Boba sounded kind of good after the day he had.
As he walked in, the door made a ping sound and out walked the most beautiful ray of sunshine Katsuki had ever see—nope. Just Deku…Wait. Deku? Why was this bitch everywhere?
“Hello! Welcome in. What can I get you?”
How was he so calm? Katsuki was sweating buckets and Deku was standing there without a care in the goddamned world.
Katsuki quickly glanced up at the menu to avoid eye contact, as if he didn't already know what he wanted.
“Can I get a passionfruit and mango green tea with tapioca?”
“Sure! That’ll be six dollars even!”
Katsuki quickly fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed him a ten dollar bill, hoping that Deku didn’t notice how clammy his hands were from the whole interaction.
Once Izuku handed over his drink, Katsuki gave a small “Thanks,” and left. The hot September weather had never felt so wonderful as he took a breath of fresh air after that awkward interaction. Note to self, never go back there. Hey, the boba was good though. Deku made good boba.
Now that Katsuki had gotten a good look at him though, Deku was… handsome. Definitely more so than when they were in middle school. He’d lost a lot of baby fat, and he noticeably had more muscle than he used to. And his freckles, oh god, he has even more freckles. Did he have freckles everywhere? What. Why the fuck is he thinking about that. Fuck no.
Katsuki’s face heated up and he internally kicked himself. This would not be a repeat of middle school.
Katsuki was attempting to walk into his house as quietly as possible without notifying hag. He really didn’t want to talk to her. He shut the door slowly and tip-toed up to his room–or well, almost. That was, until he watched his dad walk out to greet him.
“Hey Katsuki. How was your day?” he said in his usual cheery voice, but it sounded strained for some reason.
“It was fine,” Katsuki grumbled. His day was fine until someone had to go and ruin it.
“Good first day? You like your classes?” Masaru asked with a smile. A little too happy of a smile.
“It’s all fine, what's going on with you? You look constipated, spit it out.”
Masaru put his hands up as if surrendering, “Well I heard from your mother who heard from Inko that Izuku is going back to public school, have you seen him?”
Oh so that’s what this was about. What in the everloving fuck is going on? Why was everyone obsessed with Deku all of a sudden? Nobody gave a fuck when he–when... Nevermind. The point was, this was all ridiculous and he needed the questions to stop.
“Yes.” Masaru opened his mouth to presumably ask another question, to which Katsuki cut him off and said “And no. Don’t ask me if he’s doing well because I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him.”
Katsuki sped walked up the stairs to his room to escape whatever the fuck that interaction was. He was gonna need a shower and the longest sleep of his life after that.