Chapter 16: Our Deception

"...what did you do to me?" Whispering, Deku closed his eyes to no avail. Bakugo shifted himself without answering. He brought Deku and sat him on his lap as the other was struck by ineptitude. Embracing his body from behind, he slithered his arms to his chest. The little one's body was temporarily weak. His muscles did not respond to his reaction adequately. Or at least, he was not applying any force just in case, even though he could.

"Shh, relax..." Bakugo gently nudged his face behind Deku's nape. He slowly breathed near his ear, sending a shiver all over his skin. The blond lowered the other's head to the side so he could bring his face to his neck. Winding up a hesitation, the greenette hummed from his out-of-contact touch.

He took out his wet tongue and trailed from the neck to the shoulders and to the plain nape. Deku could not move, yet he made a pleasured frown as a reaction. Bakugo's hands slid underneath the green-haired's shirt upward. He caressed his body until reaching his nipples, pinching both of them. He moaned.

Again, the blond's breath directed to his ear. "That chocolate I gave you, it was actually a weed chocolate," seductively whispered. The other was taken out of surprise, but he could not react the way he wanted to. He whimpered, though, as an attempt of speaking but only exhaled a deep breath.

"It has a medium amount of Marijuana usage, but don't worry, it won't hurt you." He licked the side of his neck while he had a solid bulge under the little one's crotch.

"I've missed this side of you. I've been wanting it. But now's better 'cause you can't move at all." Suddenly, he bit his ear, and Deku weirdly yelped. "Aah!"

Bakugo was getting excited as a result of inhaling his scent and sniffing his warmth behind his nape. He traveled his hands around the other's chest, outling his shape and size. Unconsciously, his legs raised a bit to a mountain-like position.

'I can't move because I'll get dizzier... If I perhaps try to say anything, another noise would come out of my mouth. How could he? He is not hurting me, but he tricked me! I wonder what he'll do next. I wonder how far we'll go...'

Bakugo removed Deku's pants, throwing them on the corner of the mattress. "Just how excited are you?" He asked as he noticed the other's bulge as well under the undergarment. "I know you want this, but you've always been too shy to ask it. The effects are not for you to exaggerate your behaviors, but to define it."

He fondled the fabric and Deku gritted his teeth while closing his eyes. Afterward, he took off that clothing, leaving him exposed with a T-shirt. Noticing that Kacchan was not stroking him, he felt urged to know why, though he could not turn around.

"This might hurt," the other warned, and sucked his own two fingers. 'Hurt? What hurt?!' A while then, he inserted both inside the greenette. The two fingers reached the deepest end that they could inside the cushions.

"Aah- Kacchan!" He gasped, moaning at the sudden feeling in his bottom part. Feeling two wet yet hard fingers split him or make him acknowledge a different sensation. The blond spread Deku's legs wider with a hand for more enabling. He thrusted them inside back and forth. It led to him inserting a third. His insides stretched at the thickness of his fingers. He moaned at every movement high-pitched, and Bakugo hastened his speed.

A little deeper and a little more separation. The blond apart his fingers without taking them out, stretching and spreading a mark that stated he was there. Although, he could not hold it in, and the green-haired was dripping from his mouth. Finally he took the fingers out, lightly pushing Deku forward. He lowered his baggy pants and grabbed his tingling dick in-between the clothing, already trailing pre-cum.

They sat there for a while, Bakugo being struck by intolerance. His breathing ached and took a look at Deku's back. The green-haired was shaking maybe because of his shyness. Bakugo neared his body to his, and behind him, he stroked his own part. Deku's shoulders shortly jumped after hearing Kacchan utter noises. In his situation, of course it would be scary since he does not even know what's going on behind him.

He was half-naked, looking down, and his hands gripping the sheets, sweating but also mantaining his control. All he could think of was: what is going on? But if it was seen in another way, say an omniscient perspective, it would seem that Deku was waiting for it. More specifically, waiting for Kacchan to hurry and put it inside him. However, he pretended to be clueless.

Bakugo, after noticing that Deku was downright quiet, snickered to himself and stopped his hand. His face went to his ear.

"Oh? And what's this? I'd expected you to run away... but you're still here." His breath made Deku shiver. He did not turn his head nor reacted, but did become more nervous. Bakugo lowly laughed.

"Do you want it after all? Or are you just scared I'll do something to you if you leave?" He asked, and caressed his standing cock. The green-haired breathed out intensely, holding back from his contact. With no answer given but plain silence, Bakugo stopped again.

"How about this? If you really can't take it anymore, you can just go through that door." He pointed at his room's door, locked. Deku took a look at it. "But if you want to stay... don't leave, and we'll feel good together." His hand hugged his neck.

Of course Deku had no choice; Bakugo was just playing with him. He could stand up, but he'll be tripping and unstraightfully walk. And if he were to, he'll have to wear his clothing again, which would also trouble his sense of visibility. His world was changing its saturated color, he frequently saw the walls lose its shapes by slithering like a snake or tingle like a water drop.

It felt surreal. It felt fantastically unrealistic. He would lose his mind soon. Even if he could attempt to escape, something urged him to stay. After all, that 'sickness' or mentality had imprinted itself in his nerves. Bakugo picked his body and sat it on top of his member, not inside, but caressing his entrance by teasing.

"You're going to stay? That's good." He raised two new fingers to Deku's vision and Bakugo shoved it inside his mouth. "You still need to loosen up." Reluctantly, the green-haired took out his tongue and swirled it around them, gagging because of his roughness and leaking spittle. The blond restrained his wrists behind his back.

Knock, Knock

"Katsuki, are you there? Why do you have your door locked?" When did Mistuki ever entered the house? They did not even hear her steps. Bakugo cursed beneath his breath and returned his fingers. He loosen his grip on Deku's wrists, throwing curses at everything. The green-haired mantained a stare at the door. It would be unfortunate if she suddenly barged into the room.

"Damn it, I am! I locked so you wouldn't interrupt us!" The angry one shouted, moving aside the frightened one in order to stand. He rose his pants and threw the clothing to Deku's face.

"Oh, Izuku is there with you? Okay then, open the door and go outside you two. I'll need to do something in your room." She informed back, waiting outside patiently still with her uniform and big purse. After Bakugo stood Deku, he straightened his blankets and dried his fingers. Since the little one was under the effects, Bakugo went to the door while grabbing his left shoulder, directing him.

He removed the lock and opened the door. Both left the room as Bakugo guided the green-haired. Mitsuki went in wordlessly, looking around the room, but before they turned, she asked: "what were you two doing?"

"Just reading his Hero Analysis Book," the spiky-blond quickly stated, walking away. Mitsuki grew doubtful. It was sketchy, both of them alone and in a locked room. When she went to his door, before knocking it it was so silent, the only thing fading were voices, or rather, noises. Not to mention that the room was inexplicably warm.

Deku's foot took a wrong turn, collapsing on Kacchan's back.

"Geez, grab onto the handrail," he said indifferently. It seemed that Bakugo was mad. Not mad at the green-haired but at the sudden appearance of his mother. It was disappointing that, during a tempting hot situation, it had to come to an end without even beginning. He was still hard.

Deku and the other stepped down the staircase. He was dizzy and started envisioning things that weren't real. The dizziness was unbareable. Apart from that, his bottom felt weird. As if something had opened inside, making him believe that it could ventilate.

As Bakugo went inside Deku's room, the other decided to not come in. Same things could occur, and now the effects left him unable of deciding his own actions. Due to an internal push, he forced himself to grab the jacket and coat that laid on the head of the couch and directly fled to the doors. Bakugo, however, ran towards him before he could even open it.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't go outside." He placed a hand on the wall aside the door, stopping him. Deku slightly looked at his hand.

"Tell... Mitsuki I'm taking a walk." Then he opened and slammed the door closed. Bakugo could not even respond, and he did it so fast his words were said in-between. He must have not cared for what he had to say.

Deku ran outside and passed the gates of the house (more like a mansion). He jogged on the sidewalk, dizzy and gazing at his scribbled imagination. Vision being discarded and replaced by illogical structures of the real world. Despite the fact he could not see, perceive, or think well, one thing's for sure: he was stunned by Kacchan.

"Kacchan... Kacchan tried to do THAT with me! He...-" Running to nowhere, Deku realized he can not go far from the house considering his mental state. It would have been better if he simply sat or stood outside the house but not outside the street.

'I can't... I can't look at him anymore the same way,' he thought, running back. His cheeks rose warm, reminding himself of the position of not being able to see what Kacchan was doing behind him. Feeling controlled, feeling manipulated, feeling wanted by him. These feelings, the same feelings he had weeks or months ago. He thought they already died, but it seemed they were just mismaintained for so long. It eventually activated.

The green-haired saw stairs in the middle of the sidewalk, with no floor. If these were stepped, it would lead the person to nowhere but back down again with a fall. Deku thought it was misplaced, but it was so pelicular to see it in front of him, where he already passed, and did not see it before. Thinking it must be part of his unreliable vision, he rubbed his eyes until they became painfully blurry. Once looking up, they were not there anymore.

'I knew it.' He ran and reached the house again. He closed the gates and sat at the side of the stairs on the grass. Until he felt less enchanted, he would go inside the house again, but that seemed stupid since being outside was more dangerous than it is. Bringing his legs up to his chest, he hugged them tightly.

"How am I going to get rid of this? How long would it last?" Deku felt helpless. Being taunted by the frozen sky, congested with nausea, and sleep. How pitiful. But then, he snapped his consciousness once realizing that Masaru, Bakugo's father, would arrive any time and find him outside the house. He will think something is wrong with Izuku, but the other does not wish to explain anything.

He stood up again, and went to the door. Good grief; after going through the trouble of almost getting lost, he went "for a walk" for three minutes. At least he gained freedom at once for leaving so recklessly, though he thought he would never do it again under these effects.

"Back again? That shitty walk didn't even last five minutes, idiot." Once hearing the door shut, Bakugo came out of the kitchen with a glass of water.

"Uh- umm, yeah," the other blurted, placing the layer of clothing on the couch again. He fled to his room and closed the door with a lock without Kacchan saying anything. Sighing a big relief that he could dodge his grasp, he decided to go to stay in his room. Deku was taken by surprise when he no longer noticed the chocolate on his mattress. Bakugo must have takened it back.

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The same habit awakened.

Deku was now the same as before, obssessively wishing to see Kacchan. This sensation of dependence manifested even greater than it did months ago. He now wished for further occurrences. He was not as scared, but timid to yearn for it. Additionally, he no longer blushed or was flustered by the name or thought of Kacchan. The feelings had grown, and something so tiny would not allow to satisfy him anymore. He had to go to higher extensions.

Currently, the green-haired fidgeted his spoon on the tray, looking at nowhere but somewhere within the mass of people. He had his palm resting beneath his chin.

"You okay, Izu?" Kyomi asked as she took a bite of the burger. She now had given him a special nickname naturally. Deku was taken back by his mesmerizing view and hesitated.

"O-oh! Yeah, I am. Sorry, I'm a bit sleepy," he lied, of course. He can not tell her he was thinking about Kacchan, about Bakugo Katsuki. Not in front of or in the exposure of Chikako, Okiru, and June. They had bad interpretations against him after all.

"Mkay..." Okiru whispered something to Chikako, keeping a stare at the troubled one. She questionably nodded with a staid espression.

"What will we do today?" June kept the mood up.

"Dunno... probably play something but not outside the school," Chikako forced her tone on the fourth last word. Intentionally, she did so, by looking back at the green-haired for him to know as well. He gulped.

"Ohh... you mean you want to go to the P.E court?" She asked again.

"There's always the art room, so 'course not. We could also go in the hallway," Chikako reminded. They all nodded except Deku, and began chattering with each other.

After they have distracted themselves with a long talk, Deku worriedly doubted if Chikako and Okiru were mad at him for that time. He worries if they thought wrong of Kacchan. If they thought he reached him out or were about to do something ultimately indecent. He was to shy to ask in case he wrongly assumed their actions. But at the same time, there was no misunderstanding in it. They were mad and disappointed.

He played with his fingers while keepimg a stare below the table, thinking. Intimated thoughts of Kacchan, his rough actions towards him, mercilessly taunting his emotions, were inhaled differently now. He now wished for it, but always had controversial reactions to it.

"Hey, Izu, let's go." Everyone in the cafeteria started heading to the big doors. Deku quickly packed the trash on the table and so did his friends. They jostled between the crowd and eventually threw the discarded items. Once finding a way to exit, his friends headed to the right to the P.E court regardlessly.

"Umm, Kyomi, I'll catch up to you guys in a bit. I'm going to stay here." The girl looked at him confused, but was pursued by her other friends who were already aparting.

"It's alright, Izu. We'll wait for you," she replied in a hurry, tagging along with the group. Deku answered to himself as she ran. In reality, he wished to get his notebook again since he was becoming persistent. As students invaded the hallways, Deku tried to search for Kacchan's locker in order to see if he left his bag there. Last time, yesterday, he did not have it, so he'd expected him to repeat the same motive.

"Where is it?" He mumbled to himself.

"Where's what?" Someone said from behind mockingly. Deku jumped out of surprise. He knew it was not Kacchan's voice, but someone familiar. He turned his head while he recognized him.

"Y-you..." the green-haired trailed off. It was Daicho, the one at the fight and the one at the bathroom incident. Standing behind him, he smiled.

"How are you, Midoriya? What have you been doing these days? I wasn't able to reach you out easily, but here you are!" He crouched and placed a palm on his shoulder. The same filthy palm, the same filthy movement.

"I'm okay," he replied discomfortably, shaking and aware of his touch.

"Really? That's good, that's good... what are you doing with Bakugo's locker?" He then questioned with interest, looking up. They both stood straight. He definitely had something in mind. Something like expecting him to follow a stalker's intention, love confession, or searching for his belongings.

"Nothing... I'm looking for his bag." Even if Deku did not plan to inform anyone, he did in order to please his obssessiveness and unallow him to question further. This guy was annoying, but he was also intimidating.

"His bag? Why?" He placed his hands in his pockets. He talked so casually as if they were friends. As if they've known each other for good reasons. He also gave the vibes that he was trying to adapt or copy Bakugo's preferences, looks, behavior, and voice.

"Well, he has something that belongs to me. I need it back," Deku said.

"Oh? Does that mean he stole it from you?" The other wondered.

"Yeah. He took it two months ago, I think."

"Haven't seen him so I don't know," the black-haired answered with concern. He wanted to help Deku. He wanted to be of good use for him. And why? Well, because he lived up to his words. He indeed like Midoriya, to the point of doing anything for him. Exceeding his expectations, or rather, making him stunned was all he wanted. He wanted gratification and his attention.

"Ahh, I get it. You want to look for his bag to see if your notebook is there," he clarified. Deku simply nodded. "But if he were to have it, don't you think you'll need me as company?"

Company? Why company? A reason could be due to jealousy or the urge to follow him in case anything happened. Although, as it is known, it did not neccessarily mean the greatest of his motives.

Deku did not know how to respond. If he were to go along with him, it would be better since he would make Kacchan not be so direct or free with him compared to when he reaches him out alone. On the other hand, this guy was a freak. A freak who harrassed him, so he can not easily forgive him without an apology.

"I'm okay on my own..." Deku said. The guy was thrown by his chances. He expected for him to be so naive and simply comply. It looked like he needed more effort.

"Do you think so? I mean, wouldn't you want to go with me? I'll keep you safe if anything happens," he said.

"What will happen? It's only a notebook I'm looking for."

"Bakugo can do something to you, unless you want him to."

Deku flashed an offended frown, feeling defenseless and scared of his next thought. He did not want him to know. He did not want anyone else to know. Thinking of an excuse, he tried to deny his saying untruthfully.

"N-no! It's not that! I just feel that it's my personal problem, so I don't need anybody's help," he rambled. The boy opened his mouth, and stumbled between his words.

"Oh... I get it..." A cold tone was voiced. He seemed defeated; not mad, but feeling miserable. Deku worried his reaction afterwards. However, there was no need to be afraid since there were some students in the hallway so he was not completely alone. "Well, if you ever change your mind, come find me. I'm quite known here so everybody would likely know where I am."

He started walking towards his direction, about to leave oppositely, but he slowed down as he was already aside his shoulder. "And... I'm sorry for that time. I'm sure I expressed myself irrationally and made you uncomfortable," he whispered and walked away. The green-haired turned his back, not expecting him to reflect his actions and justify their wrondoings. Even so, an apology was not enough to convince sexual harrassment.

He sighed out of relief, and went ahead to the second floor.

Deku felt a little anticipated. Every step he took upward, he imagined what Kacchan could do to him. More specifically, what he would do or say for asking for the notebook again. He has been wondering why Kacchan refused to give it to him yesterday. Why give it to him in a special occasion? Why go through the trouble?

The second floor during recess tended to be vacant. Nobody went upstairs, and if someone did, they would not be wandering around the hallways but rather stay inside the classrooms. Since Deku had seen Kacchan exit a classroom the other day in which he forgot, he expected to be there again.

As he stepped nearer, he could hear laughing and drums being roughly played behind the other side of the enclosed door. Now that he noticed, Deku was more daring than before. If it weren't for his persistence and yearning, he would not have much of the courage to the point of searching for Kacchan. It gave him more confidence when realizing.

The green-haired knocked the door several times. The music stopped and the chatter stopped. That made him nervous. He heard a few mutters from a person to another. Guess they were trying to question why a stranger had knocked. Stomps faded in and the door was opened by Hashiga. Both made a shocked face and contacted their eyes.

"Oi, Katsuki, it's Midoriya. I think he's looking for you again," he placed his cigarette within his lips, and snickered while turning his head to the crowd. He nicely pushed the door open for the greenette to enter. He hesistated but soon shut the door from behind. Hashiga went to them again. There was a short alleyway for the area. The main room was filled with instruments and included a white board. This was because it originally was for a classroom.

Drums, trumpets, guitars, piano keyboard, and bells laid on the wall or near. The drums were in the middle, however. There were five people in the room: Bakugo, Deku, Hashiga, Tesaki, and a brown-haired boy. Bakugo sat on the seat for the drums, Tesaki sat on a column of six chairs stacked, Hashiga was currently standing, and the unknown sat on the piano seat oppositely.

"The hell do you want, damn nerd? Why are you following me?" He asked. They stared at Deku while Tesaki laughed to himself.

"I'm not following you, I just want my book back," he looked down, blushing by him. Tesaki's laughter bursted unreasonably. Hashiga sat on the long guitar display stand, smoking his cigarette and releasing a gas of fume. Deku coughed, and Bakugo looked stern.

"Again with that shit. Geez, just fucking take it already." He pointed at the floor, in the area in which the brown-haired sat, directing his bag. Deku was lighten to see that he could finally receive what belongs to him after weeks. He crouched and unzipped the bag. Rummaging through the notebooks, he noticed his and contently held it. Putting the zip back in place, he stood up avoiding eye-contact with anyone.

At a slow pace, he returned to the doors, but soon heard steps behind.

"Hey, wait for me outside the gates after school. And skip the club." The blond's husky contacted his skin as he whispered close to his ear. Deku did not reply, but understood that the other would know that he accepted. He felt himself get hot, and quickly left the classroom.