Chapter 4: Our Second Encounter

"Hah..ah..Kaccha- ah!" With his head thrown back, Deku moaned passionately as he ran out of breath in the hot atmosphere. Bakugo stroked Deku's member as both of their clammy bodies smeared with each other. Bakugo was on top and Deku at the bottom. He neared his face to his neck and only used it to lay his head while he moved his hands. As well as groaning and breathing heavily. Deku clinged his legs around his body as his fingers dug behind his back for support. "Aah- aah! I love you, Kacchan!" Deku rather loudly whined.

"Izuku?" A middle-aged female voice called from the door. Deku woke up sweating and unnoticeably panting. He placed his palm on his face to mantain his dizziness. Then, he heard several gentle knocks on his wooden door. "Yes! I'm awake, mom!" Deku yelled back for reconsideration. His face was red from a familiar sense of embarrassment. What a dream, he thought. It seemed real but that's usual for dreams to be.

Dreams also tend to be something ordinary, meaning something that's related to one's everyday life. They also tend to be what someone wishes to be true. They can be expectations, imagination, worries, and fears. They can foreshadow elements to help the person find solutions to. They basically tend to be a message or even a prediction. However, Deku denied that fact, and thought that it was the cause of his illness. He doesn't love him.

Deku suddenly stopped his thinking and noticed his blankets. By rapidly flipping it off of his lap, he saw a big stain. How awkward must it have been that he even wet himself. He groaned from annoyance. These were going to have to wait after school to be washed. Anyways, he stood and hid these in his closet. Afterwards, he started his morning routine.

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Deku quietly and unbothered stepped on his trail heading towards the school. The morning was peaceful as it should be. The air was refreshingly freezy and the birds sang a song. The arising sun painted the skies with already-familiarized colors. The green-haired boy wrote in his new yet old notebook facts about Death Arms. Streets were cleared but many people individually walked down the sidewalks.

After a while of walking and gazing at the sun rising, Deku had arrived fifteen minutes earlier to school. Still, many kids also had the same idea and most were very responsible. The crowded area outside the school wasn't much of a difference as inside. Deku feared to be seen, but he was going to be seen anyways. He passed many people and tried to go over the ones who blocked the entrance to the building. They eventually got the hint so they moved aside.

Many students frequently were located near their own lockers, but some other blocked the permission to walk. If it weren't disrespectful enough, they also blocked lockers that weren't even theirs. So Deku, from time to time, avoided putting essential items inside his. He headed towards his hallway, but unknowingly, there was a myriad of space that surrounded his locker. Only one person was there.

As Deku neared this abnormality, he opened his mouth out of surprise once noticing. There were vulgar and offensive comments written all across his locker. The tint was black and red, and there were also photos on the locker of himself but crossed out. When Deku turned his face around to see the crowd's reaction, he saw that all of them giggled, instead of being comprehensive enough to point out that this was wrong.

A mysterious person from behind elbowed the back of Deku's head, making shim stumble to the front and invade his own free space. Deku fell on the ground on a crawl position. The only person who was in the area turned his head to inspect the movements. "Look! That's Midoriya!" The attacker said as they were shielded from the lack of visibility of the crowd.

"Aah.. so you're here." The untrustworthy guy said below him. He grabbed the back of Deku's uniform and pulled him up to his feet. Then, he brought him near to his face and whispered in his ear. "Hey, so won't you tell me? Won't you confirm it to your friends?" He mischeviously questioned in his ear. Deku only shivered from fear and humiliation. He felt like he was being penetrated by the eyes of everyone and couldn't help but stay silent. "Won't you tell everyone that yesterday you fucked Bakugo Katsuki?"

His eyes widened without being able to comprehend. 'What. What did he just say? Who claimed such things?' Deku shook even more and gripped his teeth, unable to face him and keeping his stare at his own locker. Bakugo Katsuki. His name was all that it took for Deku to start sweating and warming up. In this situation, he had to force himself to hide it. Everybody had their eyes on him. What the stranger had asked shocked everyone and, what? It also brought the attention of many, many others.

"See, guys? He did. He fucking did! I knew that what I saw wasn't a mistake!" He turned to the crowd to face everyone. Some people had taken out their phones and others had their hands covering their mouths out of disgust or shockment. Deku couldn't just control his body. He compulsively shook and sweated more from the thought of Kacchan and the memory of his dream.

"I saw it yesterday after school. At first, it seemed that Bakugo wanted to have a fight with him. But that slowly led to him being seduced by this disgusting freak!" He explained through shouting at the crowd with mutual detestation. "Ha! Who would've thought? An innocent boy like him being able to fuck the short-tempered guy at the school! Crazy, am I right?" He fought for admission while he moved back and forth Deku's shoulders the louder he yelled.

The people began to look at Deku differently. If yesterday wasn't effective enough, today everybody knew and today everybody hated him even more. Deku wanted to say something back to defend his point. What he was saying was not true. But gossips always found a way to strike through people's reasoning brain. "N-no! It's not true!" Deku stuttered out loud while he could. His legs and hands shook like a washing machine. Everybody noticed this, too, and they all just laughed along.

"No? It's not true? But three of my friends heard you scream, Midoriya. They can be my witnesses." He replied back, reducing Deku's chances of being believed. "If you want to, I can tell them to play it for you." He suggested deceitfully while he stared at Deku's frightening face. The feeling of being confined by the barriers and by his desires troubled him again. He was going to repeat the same response from yesterday by fleeing the scene.

Deku began to run forward away from the guy. Although, he quickly stomped towards him already. He held Deku's body tightly with his arms from behind, restraining him from running away. Deku struggled to get off while the crowd only backed away to avoid getting kicked by him. The guy threw him on the floor while a voice came afterwards.

"Agh-Ow!"

"Oi! The fuck is going on in here?! Let me walk, you damn extras!" Bakugo snarled at every worthless entity that was present in his vision. The crowd moved for him to pass as they all looked at him stunned. The guy who just humiliated Deku smirked as he went up to him. "Heeey, Bakugo. We're just helping you out from yesterday's incident" The guy with sly intentions informed. Bakugo looked at the side of his vision that familiar-weaking position of Deku.

"What incident, geez. You don't fucking have to do things for me. I can do them myself, idiot." Bakugo harshly commented. "Oh, hohohoho! Well, you know. That you did it with Midoriya, right?" He clarified. Bakugo eyes came back to his in an instant.

"Me? Having sex with Deku? Come on, is that what this is all about?" Bakugo said back indifferently and ready to continue to walk. "Wait! But we have proof. Do you want to listen in order to justify whether its voice sounds familiar?" The annoying guy resumed. "Yeah, proof. Proof my ass! Delete it or I'll blow your face up!" Bakugo commanded with hostility. He stepped in front but this disturbance got in his way.

"Nope. Only if you admit it. I promise. We just want to know the truth!"

"Even if I admit it you'd still be stupid enough to doubt the answer. Go die, extra."

"No. We swear that we will believe it only if you say the-"

Bakugo smacked the guys face as a result of blowing it up with an explosion. The guy collapsed after smacking his head on the locker and falling on the floor. He no longer spat nonsense. The crowd split after Bakugo's violent act upon that guy. He was not dead, rather unconcious. But even so, idiotic people began to scream and the hallways turned similar to ants raging. Bakugo walked forward and as he got a look at Deku's form on the floor, who was hugging his knees for protection, he kicked his stomach out of an impulse and continued.

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Explaining to the nurse the situation was such a pain. Deku had to say that all this time, the photos and the incident, were just rumors that focused on making him guilty or ruin his image. The nurse had many questions such as how did this bullying came to be and how did people come up with such rumors. She understood that at least a part of it was true, she just didn't know what. Even so, her job was healing students, not a psychologist or a journalist.

Bakugo and the other kid both got detention for the two periods. The staff also had to clean Deku's locker and the kid's parents had to pay. The aftermath of the situation went smoothly.

Deku's back and stomach had to be treated after being thrown on the ground and being kicked by a mysterious person. The nurse didn't know who as Deku refused to say so. She applied medical support for at least seven minutes, and Deku was already four minutes late for class. Luckily she gave him the pass in which explained the excuse.

He had now developed fear and mistrust concerning strangers. And because of that, Deku was now obssessively thinking of maintaining his friendship with Kacchan. Since he was now alone, he consciously thought of him and worried about his opinions. He didn't want to stop being friends with him after years. Deku opened the door to his first period class, and noticed the stares of the students. The teacher told him to sit down as Deku gave him the excuse.

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Deku layed on the grass like he was doing from now on. It was so calming and the only thing that decreased his stress. The sun barely shined his face as the shadows of the building covered the grass. This time Deku reminded himself to eat his lunch. The wind blew his face and everytime he closed his eyes. Crunchy noises like dried leafs being stomped were suddenly heard.

"Hey, friend." The girl with pigtails from last time greeted the boy.

Deku got up and saw her walking towards him. "O-oh hi!" He stuttered. "Someone told me about today's drama. You really can't get a break. Can you?" She asked him positively. "I know it is not true, so don't worry."

"Ah, yeah..." Deku trailed off with sad eyes. Nobody listened to him and nobody bothered to understand his side of the story. The girl at his side wasn't exactly someone who understood him, but she did know that it was a lie.

"You didn't bring any cheese today?" She sadly asked with her hands behind her back. "N-no." Deku replied back. "Hmm, that's sad. Next time bring some. Bring them on Monday." She ordered him optionally. "Ahh, well, okay." Deku said back shyly.

"Anyways, I got to go back to my friends. See you, Midoriya." She turned back hopping contently. She seemed like a close-minded person. Someone who doesn't look much into events and does things without an essential purpose. Even so, those kind of people were the nicest.

Deku saw her go and he himself was encouraged to stand up as well. His body ached and he headed to the front of the building to go to the water fountain. As he walked beneath the shadows, Bakugo appeared in front of his vision when he turned to the side. He made a scared noise and jumped.

"What. You scared of me now?" Bakugo asked, nearing him. He had his hand in his pockets and his face said that he had to talk. And again, Deku's breath tripped, he warmed up, and trembled. Bakugo took him by the shoulder and guided him quickly at the corner of the building, where no one could see them.

"That guy from this morning. How did he find out?" Bakugo began. Deku looked at the floor while his hands hugged his arms, attempting to control his effects. Bakugo got impatient and rolled his eyes. Deku's movements infuriated him and thought he was ignoring him. "Deku!" Bakugo audibly growled as his mad face got nearer.

Bakugo hesitated for a second as he connected the same reaction to yesterday's event. Deku was feeling needy again, and that was written on his face. Bakugo didn't plan on doing it again. But if doing it was a part of proving his point, he would. He analyzed how Deku shook and had a complete red face. He was mindful of it.

Deku couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't control it. The nonexistent pressure was tense. Deku couldn't. He couldn't mantain it. The warmth of his face and his aching breath left him foolish. Without thinking, Deku abruptly grabbed Bakugo's face and proceeded to slide his tongue in his mouth. Bakugo's eyes had a noxious look but soon complied by joining. Since Bakugo's anger was still present, he aggresively grabbed onto his waist and pushed Deku agaisnt the wall while continuing.

"Auh-" Deku highly groaned but was muffled by Bakugo.

The passion was mixed with Bakugo's eagerness to conquer. He slid his tongue across all areas of his mouth. Deku's hand went up to his hair and the other one to his neck. Along with that, his legs embraced his waist tightly. Bakugo replaced his hands by instead holding onto Deku's thighs. The light-blond only pushed his face onto the green-haired each second to blend it with the kiss. Bakugo aparted his face and the saliva connected to them. He was stupefied because of Deku. He loosened his hold on his thighs, lowering them down. And looked back at him.

Bakugo placed a hand on Deku's shoulder and with his other he undid his belt. Deku reluctantly looked where he was touching and panicked. "Kacchan?! Here in school?!" Deku shyly pointed out. "I still need to finish this" Bakugo replied. He lowered his pants and Deku refused to look. He was too embarrased, like always. Though he embraced his arms around Bakugo to sustain himself.

By sliding his hands underneath his underwear, he grabbed his twitching member and stroked it. "Aagh!" Deku moaned due to the feeling of his cold hand. Bakugo lowered his back and stroked it faster while he maintained Deku's shoulder glued to the wall. Since Deku couldn't shut up, he muffled him with a deep kiss. They were lucky that nobody surrounded them or nobody passed the area frequently. His hands got stickier each second and he could just assume that he was close.

Bakugo gently bit Deku's tongue, stupidly earning a moan from him. He aggresively muffled him again. His hands behind his back gripped onto it as he silently made noises. Just then, with the last few quick strokings, Deku came out of relief. He panted on Bakugo's neck, and Bakugo placed his on his shoulder. Deku's sweat on his forehead slid and his eyes felt less heavier. Bakugo turned back and put his dirty fingers inside Deku's mouth. He coughed.

"Eeeelh...Why did you do that?!" Deku spat at his sides while the other crouched and searched in his bag napkins. "Just so you can try yourself." He handed the napkins to Deku and waited. Deku looked at him unbelievably and confused. He cleaned himself embarrased as he was being stared by Kacchan. "Idiot, don't be a cower." He said. "I-I know, but it still makes me feel embarrassed..."

After he finished and he put on his pants again, Bakugo resumed his talking. "Anyways, uhh. Today. In the morning, that annoying guy claimed that he had evidence of some sort of shit. We gotta do something. Everybody knows. And if the adults find out, it's going to be a pain in the ass." Bakugo explained to him.

"I don't want you close to me. I don't want you talking to me. And I still hate you, so follow along so you could stay away from me." He harshly said. Deku was confused with what just happened and what he was proposing. "W-what? But what about with what just happened right no-" Bakugo smacked his cheek hard. "I said only when I said so or when I beat you up!" He repeated again. Deku held his flaming-red cheek. Tearing up, he barely looked back at Kacchan as his conflicted emotions returned. He trembled.

The repugnant guy abandoned him as he left the scene to go back to his friends. Deku was left alone and confused with the feeling of isolation. He felt worthless and misunderstood. He felt unloved and rejected. The only time when he felt loved was when Bakugo touched him, something that came off as limited. The green-haired boy kneeled agaisnt the wall and placed his head on his knees. He was thinking.

'Maybe I should pay Kacchan back by doing the same' Deku wondered. 'It's not fair if we don't make each feel good. But thankfully, it's going to be the weekend now. I can avoid him easily' He sighed from relief once more.

'Kacchan hates me... but... I already told him I hated him back. I guess it's a fair game...'

The bell rang repetitively near everybody's ear. It was time to go to their last two periods. Deku vaguely stood up while he dazed at the floor and walked without knowing. He grabbed his backpack and his notebook and went back to the building.

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Deku was dismissed from class ten minutes earlier considering today's events. This was for him to avoid offensive remarks from students and unsettling stares. Deku was glad that at least some teachers were comprehensive and very polite. As always, he calmly stepped the hallways and looked at the floor. So much has happened. So much is happening. Yet, when he goes back to his memories, he wonders: "Why is this happening?" Everybody had themselves agaisnt him, leaving completely alone excluding that weird girl.

As Deku opened the door to the outside world, he felt nostalgia from two days behind. The days in which Kacchan didn't have to be as close to his face to unite their lips. The days in which he didn't have to fully touch him his area, making his mind blank. The days in which Kacchan was only someone he could visualize from ten feet apart. The days in which he unbotheredly admired him without the concern of other people. It all felt a wreck. Something unbelievable and regretful. But nothing could have been fixed by now. He had to move forward.

Walking down the stairs, and crossing the external lunch area, Deku opened the gates and went to his usual path. He took out his phone to check his mother's messages. She had sent none.

'Sent at 3:09PM: Hey, mom. School ended and I'm heading to see the doctor again. I love you.'

He simply texted for her to see. After walking for six more minutes, he was able to hear the bell ringing from his school. Now everyone was dismissed. And since it was a Friday, the school gates were left wide open and a mess. Deku felt anxious that anyone would see him from far away. He continued anyways. Five more minutes, and he heared a group of stomping shoes that ran towards him. Out of fear, he violently turned his head to inspect, and he was punched in the face with such force. Six students, two females and four males, went ahead to attack him after school.

While having his vision knocked out and his body's strength drifted away, the students dragged him behind his shoulders to an empty and dark alleyway. He was thrown with no mercy.

"You're such a whore, Midoriya! I got in trouble for something that's true!" The sly boy from that morning shouted as he punched his face harshly. Deku collapsed back on the floor as if his soul had left his body.

"Why can't you just give up on acting all innocent? Honestly, I found you cute but that's just in the trash now" A sassy girl complained from behind.

"Your face disgusts me! It's so filthy but kind for those who don't know the real you!" Another guy with a stronger body said as he brutally kicked his stomach. He was at his limit.

"Say something, dumbass! Or maybe it's because you like the abuse, don't you? I bet that was the same with Bakugo!" A different-minded male spat back while he stared at his troubling position.

Everybody stopped to take a look at Deku's breaking point. He was shivering, was sweating, and had his face all warmed up. He was in a vulnerable state in which his body was unable to act. Nobody assumed any illogical excuses. They thought it was because of the blood pressure.

The sly guy rudely pulled his collar to his face. He stared at him for a while. "Hmm..." He simply doubted while he saw his teary eyes. Deku avoided eye-contact since he struggled to even look forward, too. The guy looked back at his squad and nodded heads. "Here, take his clothes off" He ordered them all, making Deku's sense go back to consideration. He threw him to the group for them to catch. He panicked.

"Aohh wait! No, no! You can't do that!" The green-haired boy finally spoke out while hands were undoing his uniform. Deku fought aimlessly as he couldn't see those from behind. "You, make him stop moving so much" A female voice told to someone. A guy stepped in front of Deku's view and punched his face very cruelly. Deku whimpered as his face was at the other side, bleeding.

Helplessly, he let the students get rid of his black-colored uniform. Then, they brusquely undid his white-long-sleeved shirt and they all gasped mid-way.

"Look! That's a bite mark!" A smaller guy pointed out very shocked. "Ahh, see? You got marked. Maybe not out of love, but for you to remember how much he hates you." The guy teased ruthlessly. Deku only cried audibly because of anxiety and fear. He was weak and he could not do anything. "Take a photo! Take a photo!" The sassy girl repeated for her to be heard clearly. They did as she said.

"Hahahaha! Well, that's enough for us to know, Midoriya. Thanks for your cooperation" Another guy said cockily. He kissed his cheek to humiliate him even more. The others laughed endlessly and loud. He was then hardly pushed on the floor, and there he was left. The others walked away laughing at their phones.

With his chest present, and with his mind corrupted, Deku layed unconcious.