Hello my loves ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎  it's been a while. Jkjkjk it hasn't been that long.

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Our favourite psychotic protagonist dragged Keijou all the way to UA. Did Izuku know everyone was going to freak out at his return? Yes very much so. Did he care? No, no he did not.

Izuku smiled evilly as he imagined the looks on everyone's face. To be honest his sadistic smile could be related to that of Nezu's own famous grin.

Izuku actually had the intentions of Keijou meeting Aizawa, or rather his 'father' as he called him. In all honestly Izuku called him that as a mockery.

Even though izuku had forgiven Aizawa for being an absolute dick at the trialing camp, that dosent mean Izuku can't get revenge...

"Come on! I'm sure he'll love to meet you" Izuku grinned, pulling the hesitant black haired male through the gates.

"Izuku I didn't know you went to UA...are you sure it's ok I come?" Keijou stared at the massive school in wonder.

He was also wondering how in the flying fuck a psychopath like Izuku had managed to get into such a great school... maybe there was something he didn't know about him.

"You're practically a hero! You did save me after all" Izuku finished with a wink, dragging the reluctant male through the gates.

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Once at the 1-A dorms Izuku had entered without hesitation, his friend following close behind.

Izuku didn't know the time so it was give or take wether his classmates would be there or not. Izuku decided to play his cards and hope for the best.

Looking at the common room it was deserted and quiet "ugggh why do they have to be at lessons now!" Izuku huffed, shoving Keijou onto a chair in the kitchen.

"Um..Izuku where is everyone?" Keijou awkwardly asked, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

To be honest Keijou had every right to feel a little nervous about the whole situation. Like he is literally Izuku's drug dealer and somehow ended up going to his school.

Izuku giggled and hopped onto the counter, feet swinging back and forth "their at lessons right now, we'll just wait"

The black haired male hummed in response, looking at his surroundings with calculating eyes. Suddenly Keijou's nervous thoughts were replaced with something more... let's say lustful?

"Hey Izuku, can I see you're room?"

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Izuku smiled before pulling out a random cigarette from his pocked and shoving Keijou through his front door.

The male looked intently at the small room. But it's not as you're probably expecting it. All might merch? No, no no. In fact it was completely empty.

Absolutely nothing was in the room except for his bed which was positioned directly in the middle of the bare area.

Keijou looked at the beds positioning through squinted eyes "are you a fucking psychopath?" He questioned in all seriousness.

Izuku laughed sarcastically and chucked himself onto the bed "yes I might me" he simply stated, lighting the cigarette and inhaling the addictive substance.

Keijou sighed in defeat when something caught his eye. A small stack of black books stood in the corner of his room. Their pages looked as if they were plunged in water and burnt.

"What's with the books?" The male asked, gesturing towards the rather sinister looking pile.

"Oh those? Pft I'd advise not to look through those" Izuku scoffed, blowing a puff off smoke into his friends face. Keijou looked suspiciously towards the books "why?"

"Because I'd probably be chucked into a mental hospital if those got read... however if you really wanna read it, I'm not stopping you"

Izuku chuckled at his own remark, it was an emotionless laugh, one full of a secret sorrow.

Keijou's eyes widened as he took a step back away from the books, honestly he didn't feel like being traumatised today so he decided otherwise "no thanks..."

The wait was quiet, not necessarily an awkward silence but Keijou was the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Izuku what did you do to you're eye?" He questioned out of curiosity.

Izuku laughed once more, placing his hand over the pale cloudy pink eye "glass" he mumbled, digging his nails into his eyelids.

The thought brought back bad memories, and Izuku really didn't want to remember how he attained the glass in his eye.

Izuku turned to face his friend, nails still digging into his eyelids, beginning to draw blood "hey Izuku it's ok I'm sorry"

Upon seeing the blood, Keijou concluded that it was a touchy subject and refrained from further questions; comforting the boy instead.

Gently grabbing Izuku's quivering hand, Keijou carefully pulled away his hand from his eye, revealing the slight dents from his fingernails and a dribble of blood.

Keijou looked sympathetically towards his friend, eyes kind and warm smile.

That moment was when Izuku felt loved.

Without waisting another moment, the ravenette pulled Izuku by his hand; connecting their lips in a heartfelt kiss.

Stunned, both Izuku's eyes opened making eye contact with Keijou's dull black eyes.

Eventually Izuku melted into the kiss, eyes closed and smiling a tiny bit. Keijou sneakily manoeuvred his hands so they reached up his top, gently playing with his nipples.

Then out of nowhere Izuku's door slammed open.

"Izuku?! And who the fuck are you?!"

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Sorry this is a short chapter 🍵👀