Chapter 18: His Unawareness

"Where were you two?" She glared a malicious dagger at the blond and at the greenette, crossing her arms. She held a furious frown. It was late at night, around past ten. Mitsuki turned as she was attempting to call on her phone. Previously, she was waiting, facing her back to the wooden door of the living room. Once she heard a vechile fade away from her ears' distance, not even realizing that they pulled in front of her house, she turned her back. Katsuki and Izuku stood in the door mat, him being defeated by heavy eyes and the other by guilt.

"I said we went out," a rough voice was almost mumbled. His obvious tiredness was not appealing enough to be hidden. His words were not as satisfying since Katsuki usually did not dispose his time so carelessly. As for Izuku, he was scared of the consequences and was so agitated that he could not look up. He wrapped his hands together, shamefully gazing at the floor, sweating. The mother expected them to be comprehensive.

"Izuku was with you, and you think I'll believe that you spent seven hours outside 'going out?'" She neared to his son, raising her tone. "Where else did you go?" Izuku feared that someday she would act this way towards him. Even if she was already doing so, he gets nervous when thinking of her one day scolding him directly for something he intentionally did. Mitsuki mantained her arms crossed, still holding the phone, and waited for Katsuki's explanation.

"We ate." His consciousness disappeared into another state. He did not bother to give details, and instead, shove the simplest answer to her face. Since the blond alarmed the mother of his lack of utility, she pushed his back frontward so she could turn to Izuku. Bakugo stumbled and walked to the stairs. The house's lights were missed, the only light prevailing coming from the kitchen.

"Izuku, please be honest with me. Where did you and Katsuki go?"

What a terrible situation he has gotten himself into. Lie or tell the truth? He could say the truth and therefore never repeat the same obnoxious trip. But as a result, Kacchan would be disappointed and downright angry at him, increasing the chances of frequent threats. On the other hand, he could lie, but it would feel incredibly wrong. Nothing will change, nothing would be learned, and each mistake will be pursued. Mitsuki did not deserved to be treated stupidly, but he did not have the courage to snitch on his back.

Deku teared up and struggled to speak. He raised his head in order to face her, clenching his fists. He was trying to be blank, though his resistance broke down before use.

"W-we..." He looked down again, gaining his breath. Mitsuki bended her back to listen to him respectfully, ready for his sayings. Her look dissolved to a worried expression, however, it did not erase her temper completely. "We went to a town that I was not familiar with. I don't know the name," he started proclaiming.

"Kacchan was with his friends, we were together, and went to an arcade." He never mentioned the store. After all, there was nothing that would lead to that fact, except for the blond's possessions; but they will not expect Mitsuki to find it anyway.

"T-then, after that, we ate somewhere," he stopped. That was it. That was it? From the arcade to eating took seven hours? Deku thought of mixing truth with lies. He could mention every single event that occurred, but exclude the concerning ones. Even if he had the upper hand, if Mitsuki asked Kacchan, he doubted if he would answer the exact thing.

The mother sighed with sadness, getting off of her hold of her own thighs, standing staright again. She thought Izuku would be reliable, but she knew he was hiding things from him. Did she have to blame him, though? Katsuki was slightly manipulative, and if she weren't his mother, she'd say he gives the most dangerous vibes. The only thing she could do is force them to come home before four.

"I see. If you can't tell me, you can go take a shower and sleep." She soon parted to the stairs, still talking meanwhile. "Katsuki is taking a shower, you can join him if he wants-" Her lines were cut off by herself. She abruptly stopped and realized. "On second thoughts, you can go to sleep already."

Deku exhaled a long sigh, reducing his shaking stance. While Mitsuki stepped on the stairs, he directed to his room beneath. Closing the door, he slid his back against it until reaching the wooden floor. Geez. What a day. If it weren't for Kacchan Mitsuki would not have gotten preocupied and mad at them. It was night and the reflection of the sun's rays through the moon enlightened his room. He was able to note the fact that the day was wasted absolutely.

...

"Be good." The blonde mother ruffled her son's hair into a mess while holding her purse. Bakugo growled, trying to dodge her touch. Her presence and Masura's then vanished from the house, and they headed to work. It was Saturday yet Bakugo's parents were indifferently busy. He had the home for himself and Izuku almost until the evening. The greenette slept in his room, yesterday's worries and sleepiness had drained his energy. With the blond being the only awaken soul, the walls were awfully silent.

Hours later, he headed to his room, gingerly opening the door, and snooping around with his orbs. The bedroom was as similar as his. Only that the furniture and maintainance had to be set even tighter since it was under the floor. Good thing that noise and vibrations were not tranferred because if someone jumped on the stairs, it would be heard on the ceiling.

"Wake up." Bakugo smacked Deku's cheeks with his own Hero Analysis notebook. Thankfully he did not burn it. "Aaah- ow!" Out of an impulse the other immediately was taken in shock.

"It's ten and you are still sleeping," his vague voice filled the empty space. "Ah, yeah. I was tired." The green-haired scratched the back of his neck, blushing at his sight. "All that walking we did yesterday..." He remained his legs under the blanket, though his torso was standing up.

"Did you like it?" Bakugo considerately wondered. "It was fun until we went to the adult area... it made me uncomfortable." The blond nodded and slowly walked away. "Next time you shouldn't be so nervous. You were with me, so you were fine."

"Next time?" Deku got off his bed and wore his slippers. "We're surely not going back, right? Mitsuki will get angry again!" The blankets were left undone as he ran out to the living room. Well, his reply was missed by chance. Bakugo went to the kitchen before he could even get a glimpse. However, since he was hungry, he headed to the same room in search for breakfast.

Opening the fridge, Deku felt a weight of irresponsibility as he had realized he did not know how to cook. Mitsuki probably was in a hurry, as always, so she relied on Kacchan to make the morning's meal. But Kacchan did not bother to save some of the food he ate for the green-haired, who just woke up with an empty stomach.

As he grabbed a yogurt and closed the door, he felt hands grab onto his waist from behind. Deku's head was about to turn, until Bakugo caressed his face on his neck. He shivered.

"W-what's wrong, Kacchan?" A pitched tune from the green-haired's chords ached, almost letting fall his possession.

"We'll be alone for hours... Why don't we use the time wisely?" Whispering his deep voice below his ear, Deku felt himself get hot from his embracing, biting his bottom lip. Kacchan's nose brushed his skin, inhaling every scent he prevailed.

"I...," the other breathed out. "I know... but I'm still hungry." His hands around the yogurt tightened, a little reluctantly. Bakugo neared his body to his close as a magnet. Deku could feel his crotch unnoticeably sliding behind his bottom.

"Eat whatever you want. After that, we'll go somewhere else." Before aparting, his warm breath made the greenette's senses tingle throughout his skin. Once Kacchan released his personal space, those feelings were unchained, free to do anything on their own will. Deku sighed. He was terribly nervous and flustered.

'Kacchan's bulge... I felt it...' His palm covered his mouth, intensely looking at the yogurt. 'Is it going to happen today?'

As Deku exited the kitchen's door frame, he took a look down at his thighs. Were they actually doing it? Deku grew overthinking that he became insecured of his own body. It was absurb since Kacchan already saw him undressed a couple times, only that he has never gave comments. Deku also worried the pain and whether he could tolerate it. Whether it wouldn't break him in half. Knowning Kacchan, he was a rough person, but did not know if it were for all meanings.

Soft knocks hit the wooden door from the other side, asking for permission to enter. No answer responded, Deku knew it was simply Kacchan's invisible acceptance, sliding the knob open. Congested with eargeness yet anxiousness, the greenette awkwardly smiled to the other.

"What?" He snapped to him. Bakugo was putting a mysterious item in his school bag, kneeling one leg, but soon after, keeping a stand.

"Um..." Deku glued his arms to his body's curves, heart beatening fast without the courage to speak. "I finished eating."

"Mhm?" The blond hummed, walking towards him but closing the door behind. Deku's eyes visited his, shaking and clearly anticipating something from Kacchan. The blond, however, went back and crouched at the bag's pockets.

"What are you doing?" Thrown back by the other's lack of awareness, Deku decided to rather question what lingered at the back of his mind. His hopes and internal excitement came to a sudden end. Why was Kacchan being dismissive? Did he not mean that after all? Then, why was he acting so touchy?

"Putting some stuff inside the bag." That was obvious. Such plain answer had left Deku uninterested. Did he worry too much for nothing? Yet, he felt as if he was harshly fooled by a fruitless concept. Maybe Deku was the one who yearned it. Or maybe, Kacchan was playing with him. "Why're you standing there?"

"Oh, it's n-nothing..." Deku pushed his own body forward, sitting at the edge of the spiky-haired's bed. What was he doing? Deku could not take a look at his bag as Kacchan's body covered the view. Fidgeting his fingers, a little impatience lurked.

"Do you want to do it?" Bakugo asked mid-way zipping the bag. He stood straightfully, body facing the green-haired who had raised his head from hidden joy.

"D-do what?" In case Deku mistakened Kacchan's intent, he asked the stupidest question to avoid a probable regret. Though, it made it seem as if he was trying to maintain his lasting innocence. His lasting sightings of someone who was a remarkable student and kid.

"Have sex," His arms crossed. So blunt, Deku thought. At least he did not have to be the one to explain it himself. Even if that was the saying he had been wishing to be voiced, he was struck by resistance and shyness.

"Umm...t-that..." The green-haired stood from the mattress. Not looking at Kacchan but at the floor aside, playing with his fingers. "-is if you want." He was a stuttering mess. "Tch!" Bakugo uttered a noise out of annoyance. The blond removed his hands from his arms and headed to the door.

"Bullshit," He snarled as he remained underneath the door frame, a stance shadowing the room. "If it's what I want, then why would you come to my room? Why would you come to my room minutes after I told you to? You're so fucking sly, and think that I would believe anything you say."

"That's not- It's not that!" It clearly was, Deku just could not accept the fact that he was reading him like a book without looking. He tried to defend himself, yet Bakugo turned it against him again.

"Mmm? Really?" He teased. "Let's see, then, tell me about this one: remember when you told me you had a mental illness? Was that a lie? Did you come up with that so you could suck my dick?" His anger flowed, staring at the green-haired with irritation.

"It's been what? A month? A week? And I haven't seen you act so obssesive over me. I haven't seen you act impulsive or... I don't know! Act weird? Act as if you actually had a mental disorder?" His voiced raised.

"So much trouble for some stupid pills, when the medicine that you have been taking was me. Using me. But it did not feel any different. It did not feel as if you needed it... it felt as if you wanted it! You thought I wouldn't notice? Everytime I saw you, you did not feel so out of your mind." Bakugo gained his breath.

"You under the effects was the same as you were in the alleyway. But now, you just want it, and try to convince me that it is for good use. Tell me, why did you come to my room? I know it's not because of your 'condition'. I even think that you forgot about that lie as well." His steps neared to the smaller. "You thought I wouldn't find out..." He was in front of Deku, who trembled as someone whose secrets had been ripped from his most dearest safe spot.

"Kacchan..." Deku looked up to him, being fully called out. Although, even himself, he doubted. Everything that Kacchan said made everything clear, even his own knots. It was true. "I don't know." Tormented by the inability to find for a reason, he hugged his clothed chest.

"I did it because it was you... Even if you scared me, I wanted Kacchan to do it with me. Everybody hates me, so if you were capable of being so passionate with me, I thought that you were my only hope." What term, what word was perfectly dedicated to his feelings? Deku felt good to let his mind speak freely, even clearing things up for himself. Bakugo listened, takened aback, but not easily comitted.

"You're such an idiot." The blond cut off his hug, backing away. "We used each other, Deku. You're just using an excuse to not make it sound selfish." Deku's eyes' reflection were turning visible from his arising tears.

"I don't know whatever happened within these weeks but I know you changed. You have friends, boys searching for you, staying after school in a club with your girlfriend, and writing on that stalker-ish notebook!" He yelled. "If I was your only hope, if I am the only one, then why are your eyes not focusing on me?"

"She's not my girlfriend! I told you already! And what do you mean by boys chasing me?" Deku got offended by Kacchan's carelessness and ignorance.

"Oh? You thought I wouldn't notice? There's this guy and his friends... I heard a rumor that you were with them in the bathroom, saved by the bell." Bakugo's temper increased, staring down with rage at the greenette. "Noises being heard."

"Ka- that's- They harrassed me! But he apologized later on!" No matter if Deku thought that it was lamentable, it was not the right time to side with Kacchan. He had to keep up with himself since his subjective thoughts could veer any time.

"They did? I guess you didn't tell me because I was unworthy enough, huh? Or was that talk of me being your mighty a lie, too? Did you like them touching you after all?"

"No! Not at all!" Deku pushed his chest, making him stumble backward and bounce on the bed. He yelped in surprise. "It-it's no difference from you! Remember what you did to me after school? You- your friends recorded me doing that! It felt humiliating," laying, he reminded the blond with mutual anger. He had the right to be angry.

"Oh yeah? Trynna play saint? That's what I mean when you like it but act as if you don't. If we weren't recording, you would've enjoyed it, right?" He neared.

"I... I don't know..." the green-haired shook, laying back with his legs closed. "Everything feels wrong. Our relationship is confusing, but I know that I can't give up my life for you. I have friends, dreams, aspirations, and goals to reach, but you can't control that from me," Deku regained his confidence. The other looked down indignantly. For a minute, he scratched his head, looking away.

"I guess your condition is done for," he sighed disappointedly. "It doesn't matter what we do now, we're just here to satisfy each other." He placed his knee on the mattress, crawling to the green-haired who had his back against the wall.

"Huh?" Deku was glued to the wall and neared his legs from nervousness. "W-wait!" The green-haired pushed Kacchan's shoulders once he got too close, breathing excessively and blushing a tint of warmth.

"We don't have to do this, Kacchan. We can end it now since it causes us too much trouble." Bakugo stopped, staring at his eyes. What Deku said did not match his look. Much urge, much lust, much anticipation was seen. He wanted further extensions, though he neglected that.

"I wonder..." he mocked. "Do you want to stop?" Bakugo asked below him, someone who was as undecisive as anyone he has never met. Deku felt himself get warm, so he could not even deny his own claim. He himself said that everything felt wrong. Well, it did. It was. Everything was restricted by forbidden desires and an unsupportable sense of hipocrisy.

"No..." The lowest reply was given, aware of his disdain. Bakugo smirked and pulled his jaw up with two fingers. 'What am I doing? I wonder what Kacchan's thinking... In the end, he was always right. There will be a time that everyone will find out and will turn their backs on me. Kacchan will be the one there for me. Even by knowning the truth, he hasn't turned his back on me.

Their mouths crashed each other's lips. There was no meaning in the kiss but utter confusion and desireable pain. It was messy, almost battling each other. If it were a debate, if it were a fight, the argument would be balanced equally. Bakugo deepened, devouring his mouth from escaping. Deku tried to use his nose to breathe with his heart beating numerously. The blond's legs confined Deku's sides, leaving him in the middle, and dominating his form. He forced his head up for permission and freedom, sliding his hands down to his neck and caressing it back and forth.

Again, Deku was pushed down until his back that laid on the wall descended to the mattress. His hands grabbed onto Kacchan's shoulders meanwhile. The kiss was needy, turning into a french style. Their tongues greeted each other, swirling inside their mouth. Spittle dripped, tracing their chin as they were ungratefully searching for more. Deku gasped once Kacchan aparted his face, leading a string of saliva. The blond rolled up the green-haired's T-shirt, sliding his palms down, feeling the smooth body. He bit his nipple and roughly sucked it. Deku gripped his back instead for support, humming silently.

Then, he started rubbing his aroused crotch against the other's placed knee. Swaying his hips in accordance, the green-haired grinded his excited dick against the other's bulge. Deku moaned with eyes closed, throwing his head back.

"Stop it right there. We shouldn't go too far or else you'll never change that stupid head of yours." Bakugo sat up, looking down at the one beneath him. Deku's monumental feelings were shoved. The knee was misplaced. He was confused and mesmerized by the temperature. Why did it come to an abrupt stop?

"If you really want it, I should stop reaching out for you until you learn that I'm not the one at fault here. I want you to ask me directly. Don't wait around and expect me to do you without saying anything," he whispered in his ears. Bakugo got off of him, putting his belt in place. "I'm going out." He then closed the door wordlessly. Deku was left there alone regaining a stable pace and allowed to rethink everything that occurred so quickly. It felt as if they opened up more, feeling more refreshed.

Feeling that their emotions and temptation had bolstered. But actually, he had fallen for his manipulation and possessiveness.

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"Excuse me, chief. I am here to discuss to you some findings I have investigated on Bakugo Mitsuki's son's phone. It's related to the case of Midoriya Inko." The brown-haired officer closed the door and entered his superior's office. "Go on," he replied.

"Using our Forensic Analysts to use special tools to recover any deleted chats, deleted images, and web search, we mostly found valuable information in the messages." The officer walked towards the other's desk, holding a tablet to his view, swiping in order to stabalize what he wished to show. The chief hummed with his elbows on the desk and fingers crossed, waiting attentively.

"We did not find conversations with Ms. Midoriya, but we did find this," he handed him the tablet on a group chat. The chief carefully took it, examining the conversations. "It seemed that Mrs. Bakugo's son was in this chat. His probable friends deleted everything in it, so we assumed that he ordered them to. But when we stumbled across this empty group chat on his phone, we found it suspicious so we restored everything in it."

As the superior rank thoroughly listened and read the messages, he found it quite interesting but not as much as other cases he's been assigned to.

'Tesaki: I realized that the video turned out to be blurry haha. But its fine right? Its enough for the school to know that it was Midoriya doing that?'

'Hashiga: I took 9 photos is that ok?'

'Tesaki: Not as much as I expected but yeah sure. Is up to Katsuki.'

'Tesaki: sended a video file.'

'Hashiga: sended 9 images. Holy shit why is the video 10 minutes long?'

'Tesaki: cause I recorded it before they did it.'

'Hashiga: ah okay. You think Katsuki's going see it? He hasn't read our messages.

'Tesaki: We'll tell him tomorrow.'

'Hashiga: alright. See ya.'

'Tesaki: ✌'

The chief reached the end of the chat, unsurprised. He looked forward to investigate the files sent, rather, see what the kids were talking about. Out of context, he doesn't know what to expect from these harmless statements. Once reaching the end he slowly aparted the tablet from his vision and nodded in consideration that he finished.

"Mrs. Bakugo's son, Katsuki, never read these messages. These were sent the day before we took his phone, but for some reason, he never checked it." The officer pointed at the screen. The chief, once being so silent decided to talk.

"How is this related to the Midoriya case? I expect it to be in the files," he questioned.  "Yes, I'll show it to you right now. But there is another chat between Midoriya's son and Katsuki, sent weeks ago." The brown-haired excused himself to pick up the tablet again to exit the chat and enter another one. This one was between Izuku and Katsuki, one that spoke for itself and revealed a shadowed secret.

"Here," he returned the device. Once grabbing it, he began reading, taken by not surprise but intrigue.

'You: Come over to my house.'

'Deku: I won't. Didn't you tell me you wanted to stay away from me?'

'You: That was for a while. But come here now. You can't go days without me.'

'Deku: I don't need you, Kacchan. I got my pills back. Stop reaching me out, it's over.

'You: Shut the fuck up. You're nothing without me. You just feel so brave when you choke down those pills, huh? You know what's better than choking that trash? Yeah. It's not fucking over.'

'Deku: It is, Kacchan. Just days ago you said you didn't do it to help me. What is it for now then?'

'You: Because you need me. Of course I damn do it to help you.'

'Deku: I don't. I also don't need it now so stop messaging me. I don't feel that way.'

'You: Fuck you, Deku. Where the hell are you right now?'

'Deku: I'm at my house's nearest subway. Why?'

'You: I'm coming to get you.'

Taken aback, the chief looked concernedly at these threatening replies from Bakugo's son to Midoriya's. They were connected? They have been seeing each other intimately? And to think that the two have hidden it from them even in the interviews meant that they either did not want to admit it or it was significant to the case. The officers knew that Katsuki gave off bad vibes, but this went beyond expectations. These were threats, and based on the last message, he assumed that the blond actually looked for him.

Not only that, but pills? Midoriya's son was taking pills? It all sort of made sense to the reason why it was a hard case to wrap. Inko was the only one who knew apart from Katsuki, he thought. If Inko is gone, that means that testimonies are also perished. Izuku claimed that he did not need Katsuki's help, meaning that Mistuki's son was secretly helping Izuku with his condition. But once he got his pills, as mentioned, he did not need him anymore, not at that moment.

Everything made sense yet more questions rised. "But come here now, you can't go days without me," did that mean that Izuku's condition was related to Katsuki. Was it related to something sexual? If they forced Katsuki and Izuku to confess, it would have made everything easier. But seeing them hide something so... so unprohibited... made it seem suspicious and untrustworthy.

Scrolling down more... he found another conversation from just the next day.

'You: Come to my house.'

'Deku: I said no already. Leave me alone, please.'

'You: I'll come and get you, you piece of shit.'

Deku: Why? Why are you eager to meet me?'

'You: I need you.'

'Deku: What? Need me for what?'

'You: I can't stop thinking about you. I want to see you and touch you.'

You have been blocked.

You have been unblocked.

He was being so persistent and, wow, the toxicity and manipulation was insane. Katsuki sounded insane, actually. But with an aggressive attitude and righteous reputation, he remained a false image of his truest ill. Izuku seemed to disagree every time, but not because he wants to, it's because he is not eagered to agree. Whatever condition it was, it made him feel dependent to Katsuki, so maybe, he was trying to change that for the better.

The pause and lack of reponse made the chief think that they met again that day. Seeing that Katsuki was blocked, he assumed it was due to Izuku. Even if him getting unblocked could also be due to Izuku, it was so obvious that it was Katsuki's doing. Following his tendecies, if Izuku unblocked him, he would already be spamming his messages and throwing curses, unless he unblocked himself by visiting.

"I need you. I can't stop thinking about you. I want to see you and touch you." Katsuki surely was becoming more obssessive and unstable, but he was good at pretending. Losing his mind allowed him to speak for itself. There is nothing else that could be said, apart from the fact that these two were living together. Paper and arragements were already made. They lived together. They weren't considered step sibilings, but it was still shocking.

They could take a higher step. They could be doing whatever they please without anyone realizing. It was all so unfortunate it made him sick. Using these conversations as evidence, he could transfer Izuku to another home, or make decisions with Katsuki in person. In the end, was this relationship consensual? Were both agreeing to this? He could not point fingers at Katsuki by saying that he was at fault... Izuku also had a part, and he had to be interrogated as well.

'You: Go back to school or I'll lock you outside the house.'

This was the last message sent on the day that they informed the family about Inko's casualty. A sighed escaped the chief, stunned but remained a staid face.

"Onto the files... they were... believed to be Katsuki and Ms. Midoriya's son. This happened behind the school around four. Our Forensic Audiologist and Video Analysts restored the audio. The video seemed to cut the person's face except... Midoriya's... who was kneeling on the floor," the officer trailed off, a little hesitant to play the clip.

The chief clicked it.