Okay. So, things get a little intense for a few minutes. Don't worry, I am not crossing any lines, I do have standards. It just gets a little... farther then I am comfortable with, without at least giving yall fair warning.

So, consider yall's selves warned.

There was a loud explosive bang, followed by a tremendous crash!!

I ran over to find Deku covered in sand and grease, coughing into his arm, while he attempted to wave away the smoke that billowed out of the machine that lay in front of him.

"Deku! Are you alright? What the hell happened?" I asked, crouching down next to him, quickly making sure he wasn't hurt.

"I-i'm f-fine, Kacchan." He coughed, raising a greasy hand to try and wipe away the tears forming in his eyes, I gently grabbed his wrist, using my thumb, to carefully wipe them away, 

"T-thank you, Kacchan." He said, locking eyes with me. 

Damn. Even covered in sand and shit, this dumbass nerd... he's still as gorgeous as ever.

I looked away, before I kiss his fucking soft lips into tomorrow. Instead, my eyes landed on the now even more useless pile of junk in front of him, I sighed softly as I got to my feet, 

"Looks like it's back to the drawing board." 

I offered him my hand, 

"Come on, you should try and get some of that grease off before we head back."

He grabbed my hand and pulled himself to his feet.

While he waded into the lake to clean off, I cleaned up the mess we had made. When I was done, I stood there, watching Deku clean his shirt, untill I had a mischievous thought. 

I pulled off my shirt, and, dropping it in the clean sand, ran into the water while Deku's back was turned. Deku started to turn, just as I reached him, and I grabbed his waist,

"Kac-CHAN!!!" He shrieked, as I hoisted him into the air. He grabbed my shoulders, as I began to spin around. After a couple of rotations, I stopped and let him slide gently through my hands, until he was waist deep in the water again. I wrapped my arms around his waist, as he wrapped his around my shoulders, and we just stood there for a few minutes.

I could feel his heartbeat hammering away, as I leaned in closer, he stretched up a little, until our lips met. It was like a balloon had gotten stuck in my chest, and began to inflate as soon as our lips met, pushing everything else aside, and making my chest feel tight. 

I pulled Izuku closer, one of my hands unconsciously sliding down to his thigh, and holding it up slightly, so it was almost at my waist. I could almost feel his breath hitch in his chest, before he let out a soft moan, pressing even closer. I wasn't sure how much room could possibly be left between us, but I didn't care.

I ran my tongue across his lower lip, and he parted them enough for me to slide my tongue between them, and explore his mouth, making him moan again. My breath caught in my throat, as Deku's hand slid down my chest, caressing my muscular form, and my grip on his thigh, tightened slightly, making him moan again.

I felt Deku's tongue rub against mine, and I pressed back, until we got into a pushing match, which lasted a few seconds, before we pulled apart for air. Both of us gasping, and panting slightly, before our lips crashed together again, and-

"Oi!! Get a room!"

We practically shoved each other away, as the person yelled, Deku stumbled slightly, barely managing to keep his feet, his face was a brilliant shade of red. I could feel my face burning as well. I was sure there hadn't been anyone here before.

Deku looked around, starting in surprise, as he saw the person who had yelled. I looked around as well, and noticed two boys our age, standing a few feet away from the water. 

The one on the left, was wearing a pair of sweat pants, and a t-shirt that said, 'my bags are for my bodies', he had eye bags that could definitely fit a body. If you ground it up first. He had strange, purple eyes, that looked like someone had taken a blank, white eyeball, and painted a ring in the middle of it, and called that good enough. He also had wild, cotton candy looking lilac hair, that stood on end, only adding to his bored, overly tired look.

The boy on the right, was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt, that said, 'stare'. His honey blonde hair was messy, but slightly combed over, as if he had tried to tame it with slight success. His eyes were similar to the other boy's, all though they were a pale periwinkle, and he had a smirk, as if he knew your secrets.

"S-shinsou-san, M-monoma-san, w-w-what are y-you guys, d-doing h-here?" Deku stammered, grabbing his waterlogged shirt, and wringing it out, with little success,

"Oh, we were just passing by, and noticed that the beach was clean. We were wondering who cleaned it," the purple haired zombie said, and I knew by his voice that he was the one who had yelled.

"Midoriya! You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend!" The blonde fuck said, smiling as he looked me up and down, it never reached his eyes. the look in his eyes quite clearly said, 'mess with my friend, and I'll give you hell.' 

"Maybe he didn't want you to fucking know." I growled, as I followed Deku out of the water,

"Kacchan!" Deku gasped, before turning to the two assholes. "He didn't mean it. And I did mean to tell you guys, I've just had a lot on my mind, and it never really came up."

I walked over to where I had dropped my shirt, and picked it up, shaking the sand off of it, before draping it over Deku's head,

"K-kacchan!" He squeaked, blushing as he pulled it off of his head, "t-this is your shirt." He mumbled, holding it out to me, I just sighed, taking it out of his hands, and pulling it down over his head,

"it's also dry. Unlike yours." I grumbled, feeling my face heat up as the two assholes smirked at me. While Deku wasn't looking, I glared at them, small sparks dancing across my palms. I haven't used my quirk on anything except trash and punching bags in months, but if these fuckers try to steal My Deku, I will obliterate them. 

"So, what are you doing here, besides making out with your boyfriend?" Zombie fuck said, smirking at Deku, who turned bright red, And started spluttering out incoherent shit.

I just wrapped an arm protectively around his waist, pulling him  closer to me, and giving the two fuckers a clear message, 'he's mine.'

"We were training." I growled, as Deku blushed and hid his face in his hands,

"Yes. Well, I am sure being able to hold your breath for several minutes at a time is very helpful." Blonde fuck said, still smirking.

I felt a growl in the back of my throat, and bared my teeth in a snarl, as Deku placed a hand on my chest, staring rather reproachfully at the blonde,

"That's not very nice, Monoma-san." 

The blonde's eyes widened, and he looked away, scratching the back of his neck,

"You're right. I apologize, Midoriya." He said, sheepishly.

Zombie fuck chuckled slightly, before stepping forwards, holding out his hand to me,

"I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Hitoshi Shinsou. I met Midoriya a few years ago, and he encouraged me to try for Yuuei."

My glare eased slightly, though my eyes remained narrowed, as I took his hand, slightly surprised by his strong grip,

"Bakugo. I've been training the nerd for Yuuei."

The blonde stepped forward next, holding out his hand as well,

"Neito Monoma. You have a very interesting quirk, Bakugo. I'd love to try it out sometime." He said, and when I released his hand it gave off, several small explosions.

My eyes widened, and he smirked again.

"Monoma-san, don't copy Kacchan's quirk without asking." Deku scolded,

"My bad." Blonde fuck said, holding his hand up in surrender.

"So, Kacchan. That's an adorable nickname." Zombie fuck commented, smiling in a friendly way. 

I stiffened my fingers out of reflex, glaring at him again,

"Don't call me that." I growled, trying my best not to set off the sweat dripping down my hands,

"Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you. It's just, you must really like Midoriya, since you're clearly not the type to abide cute nicknames like that."

"I've always called him Kacchan." Deku said, without thinking,

"Always?" Blonde fuck questioned,

"Yeah. We've known each other since we were kids." 

"Wait. Is he the one who was bullying you a few years ago?" Zombie fuckhole said, his eyes narrowing as he looked from Deku to me, to my hands, which were shaking, and sparking uncontrollably, as my my anger and resentment built.

"Wha- aahh, uuuhh," Deku stuttered, looking between me and them, seeming to realize that he had tread into a touchy subject, 

"I-i, t-that's- aahh!"

He seemed to be panicking, but trying not to show it. 

I knew it. I just knew it. Everything I do, just hurts him more.

No!! It's their fucking fault!! If they hadn't come nosing!!

They're his friends. Real friends. They were there for him when I wasn't.

But you're here now!! He doesn't need them anymore!!

Maybe he doesn't need me...

No!!! They're the ones he doesn't need!!

I just ruin everything...

You idiot!!! What if they steal him away from you?!? You have to show them that you're the one who stays!!

"I'm gonna head back." I said, flatly, not looking at any of them, as I stormed away, trying not to lose my temper in front of Deku again.

"K-kacchan!" 

I could hear Deku's footsteps sliding in the sand, as he ran towards me,

"Kacchan, wait! At least tell me you aren't mad!"

I stopped a few feet from the stairs to the sidewalk,

"I said I wouldn't lie to you, Deku." I said quietly,

He slowed to a stop, resting his hand on my arm, 

"They didn't mean it. They only know how much they guessed, and they don't know how much you've changed since then."

"It doesn't matter how much I change! I can't change who I am!!" I fought back the tears threatening to fall, "I only cause you pain. That's who I am. And I don't want that for you-"

Deku slapped my face, leaving a red mark, and a stinging pain. I stared at him, so surprised, that I couldn't even move,

"See?? You can change! You have!! The Kacchan I used to know wouldn't have taken that from anyone!"

I regained myself a little at the sight of his tears, I always make him cry.

"Exactly! And I still don't!" I yelled, unable to understand why he had to be so fucking pig headed.

"Yet you haven't done anything!!" Deku shouted, choking a little on his tears,

"Because you're not anyone!!" I bellowed, unable to stand it anymore, "you could never just be 'anyone' to me!! You were someone I could never be back then, and you're someone I can't have now!!"

He made to slap me again, practically sobbing, now. I could barely see him through my own tears, which were falling without my consent, I was running purely off of impulse, as I grabbed his wrist, and pulled him closer, kissing him so hard, I almost couldn't feel my lips, as I tried not to fall to his feet crying. 

He twisted his wrist, trying to pull it out of my grip, but I didn't let up. He wrapped his free arm around my neck, gripping my hair tightly as he pulled my closer, and I wrapped my other arm around his waist, so it looked like we were dancing weirdly. 

I pulled away for a breath, unsure of where in the hell all of these feelings came from. For months, I've been unable to tell just what the fucking hell I have been feeling. mostly I focus on the positive feelings, when I'm around Deku, but if I start to feel unsure, or anyone else comes around, I start to act like I used to, and I don't fucking know why. 

I buried my face in Deku's neck, wrapping both of my arms around him, holding him close as I tried to pull myself together, only to find I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do with all of these feelings.

"Save me, Izuku." I begged quietly, barely whispering it. He wrapped his arms around me more tightly, 

"I already am, you idiot." He mumbled, kissing my cheek before burying his face in my shoulder. We just stood there for a while, both of us crying into the others shoulder.

BONUS!!

A few feet away from the two sobbing teens, Shinsou and Monoma stood, staring wide eyed at what their protective friendship had caused.

"That... was..." Monoma started, unable to find the words,

"Actually quite enlightening." Shinsou finished, suddenly smirking as he was struck by a thought, 

"you know, they're most likely both going to apply for Yuuei,"

"Yeah," Monoma said slowly, looking at Shinsou suspiciously,

"And we're both going to apply, right?" Shinsou asked, draping his arm across Monoma's shoulders, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde. Suddenly, Monoma smiled, draping his own arm around Shinsou's shoulders, 

"Are you saying, what I think you're saying?" He asked, looking over at the two boys who were embracing each other tightly, their heads buried in each others shoulders.

"Oooooohhh, I think you know what I'm saying," Shinsou replied, also observing their friends, 

"Then yes. Yes we shall." Monoma chuckled, and the two boys walked off, arms still wrapped around each others shoulders, their heads together, as they plotted nefariously.

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You really can't choose any pair, without running into a ship. I mean, I didn't even know MonoShin was a thing! But don't worry, theirs is just a bromance. Nothing more. 

Hope yall liked today's Rollercoaster of a chapter, wasn't how I originally planed it, but hey! I follow where my fingers type.

See you next time!

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