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Katsuki pushed Izuku into a locker as a metallic bang echoed through the empty hallway.
“Fucking weirdo… why the hell do you keep doodling me in class!! You look like an obsessed freak!” Katsukis voice raised as he grit his teeth at Izuku.
The greenette looked up at the blonde and swallowed. Ever since he transferred to Aldera Junior high, he’s had a MASSIVE crush on Katsuki to the point where he had pictures of him in his room and knew basically everything about him: his schedule; his diet; his hobbies; his family members names; his EVERYTHING. It’s gotten to the point where he even gave Bakugo a nickname that the blond seemed to like despise. ‘Kacchan.’ As the freckled boy would say.
You’d think that Izukus friends would probably look at him weird and tell him to chill down. WRONG!! Izuku doesn’t necessarily have friends. It’s not like he needs them anyways! He has his thoughts to entertain himself like the schizophrenic little boy he is.
Well besides that, Izuku can NOT stop thinking about Katsuki all day. He dreams about him, pretend that he’s next to him and giggling with him about hero stuff in his bedroom,drawing him in class, and the list goes on. The greenette really needs to chill. Or go see a doctor.
All while this stuff seems to piss Katsuki off, on the inside, the blonde loves when Izuku fawns over him, whether it’s weird or not. It gives him a massive ego boost which he should not have the privilege to obtain. Since he’s such a bratty bitch to begin with anyways.
When Bakugo first caught Midoriya staring at him and drawing him in class he shrugged it off because he didn’t give a fuck. But when it got consistent it got annoying.
Every time Katsuki would look beside him he would see two glossy, wide, green hues staring at him. It gave the blonde the chills. I mean, just imagine sitting in class like a normal person and someone next to you is looking at you like a dumbass frog and glancing down at their paper while drawing. Not at you. The paper.
Anyways, Katsuki got so pissed off that he finally confronted the green haired boy. At first he refused to confess and flushed red at the back of his neck from embarrassment. Though after constant pestering he caved in and told Katsuki that he was indeed drawing him. He quickly made up a lie saying that the blonde had drawable features and that’s what did it for Bakugo.
He snickered at the nerd before letting him go.
“Whatever you say weirdo. Just stop looking at me like that in class. It’s fucking annoying.”
With that Katsuki walked away and left Izuku alone for a while. Midoriya was respectful and didn’t look at him like someone who was memorising every single hair follicle of his, just glancing up every now and then. But unfortunately this meant that Izuku didn’t have an excuse to stare at Bakugo any more. Truly a pity.
The greenette continued to draw Katsuki over and over again to the point where it would be sickening if you saw his art book and worksheets from class. Eventually, for some reason, this pissed the blonde off way too much and it led to the beginning of this chapter.
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Izuku shook in fear as he got lifted off the ground to the lockers door.
“I-I-I’m sorry!!!” He stuttered frantically as he held onto the angry boys hand to try and pry him off of his collar. “I didn’t realise that I was drawing so much! I-I-I’ll stop I promise!” He tried to defend himself as Katsuki pushed him more against the cold metal.
“That’s what you said last time!” He barked out, frowning at the greenette. “God! Why are you such a dork! It’s like I have an obsessive stalker! It’s disgusting and gross!” While he was yelling he couldn’t help the flock of butterflies that pooled in his stomach at the nerds expression. It was so sweet and harmless. So kissable slappable. With that a loud SLAP echoed and Izuku struggles died down.
He slowly turned his head back to face the other boys. His breathing was heavy as his face was both shocked yet emotionless at the same time. Katsuki realised what he did and let go of the younger. He stared down at his hands in disbelief for a moment before snapping out of it and throwing his bag over his shoulder.
“Tsk… weak…” Katsuki muttered as his heart beat sped up. Did he really hit Izuku?!?! Is he fucking insane?! He shook his thoughts off and walked out of school.
Midoriya stayed a bit longer, staring at the now empty doorway, tears streaming down his face. He started sniffling, quickly took out his tissues and rushed out of school, ignoring the pointing and laughing kids on the street.
He ran home so quickly that when Inko Midoriya opened the door he was panting like a dog in the summer heat. His mother immediately pulled him inside and gave him a cold cup of water.
He gulped it down and stumbled into his room, his muffled cries almost inaudible due to the thick walls. Inko heart sunk at the sound of her baby’s sobs. She slowly walked to his room and knocked on his door, opening it after hearing the mumbled ‘yes?’ She sat down beside Izuku on his bed and looked at her son’s teary eyes. She didn’t have to say anything, because she knew what happened, he knows all too well.
“Come here baby.” She said, extending her arms to him as Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around her and broke into painful sobs and tears.
“He hicc— picked me up, and pushed me hicc to a locker! Hicc And then!—“ he stopped talking when he heard his mom shush him.
“Izuku dear, breathe… calm down. And then tell me.” She cupped his cheek with one hand as her son leaned into her touch, muscles relaxing as he finally reached calmness.
He took a deep breath. “So you know how I like Kacchan from school right?” He looked up at her
“Mhmm. Of course, what about him?” She asked calmly, never once raising her voice.
“Well today… he pinned me to a locker and…” he sniffled, feeling like the tears were about to pour again.
Inko put her hand on her sons. “Take your time baby, it’s okay.” She smiled reassuringly.
The younger nodded and took another deep breath. “He picked me up, shoved me to a lockers door… and slapped me! All because I kept drawing him in class!” He said, small droplets rolling down his freckled cheeks.
Inkos smile faded at her son’s words. “Oh Izuku I’m so sorry.” She hugged Izuku closer to herself and reassured him. “This Katsuki boy is an idiot and you’ll realise it eventually..” she muttered and ran her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. “He’s not worth crying over… trust me…” she said, hugging Izuku tighter.
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Meanwhile back in Bakugos room, the blond lay on his bed, on his back as he stared at the ceiling. Thinking about what he done. Sure he was mad at himself for slapping poor Izuku, but oh did he look so cute and pathetic while he was struggling. His green eyes were watery when he struggled helplessly.
To be honest it kinda turned Katsuki on, but that stays between us.
The blonde quickly sat up in his bed. He only then realised what a bitchy thing he had done.
He had to make it up to Izuku somehow. But how? He’s no softie and he wasn’t about to go up to the younger and start acting like a discord kitten.
No he wasn’t going to do something that will please both of them.
Something that will only satisfy his own starving ego.
He came up with an amazing plan and grinned to himself.
“I’m a fucking genius. That nerd will be head over heels.” Katsuki said, a grin spreading across his face as he got up from his bed.
He was going to “apologise” to Izuku.