♤Walls hide anger, walls hide pain. Walls hide sadness, like tears in the rain. So if you wear a mask, wear it well, and keep watch for the cracks that begin to tell.♧

"OI, DEKU! HURRY UP!!" I yelled, across the beach to where Deku was attempting to move an old refrigerator. 

He ran over and I handed him his shirt. over the past five months, he had built up quite the set of muscles, and I can't help but admire how hot he looked now.

An Adorable blush crept across his face, 

"W-why are you s-staring at me l-like t-that, K-kacchan?" He asked, stuttering slightly. I felt my face heat up, and i quickly looked away,

"I-i wasn't." I lied, turning away in an attempt to hide my blush,

"O-oh, I-i j-just thought... n-never mind." He mumbled, as he pulled his shirt on. 

While the fabric obscured his view, I stole a glance at his muscular torso, staring at his six pack a little longer then was probably necessary. I quickly looked away before he could notice,

"We should head back to the apartment and get ready for school." I said, grabbing my own shirt off of a nearby truck, that was crammed underneath several large, heavy objects. I glanced at Deku again, as I pulled my shirt over my head, he was definitely staring. 

I suppose I should have expected it. His notes had already confessed his feelings, though none so bluntly as the first. But should I tell him... about my feelings...? No. He's had enough pain from me. And I don't even deserve his affections.

But... wouldn't it make him happy, if I returned his feelings...?

No! I'd just end up hurting him more then I already have! 

Then... shouldn't I at least tell him as much...?

Admit it already. You're only thinking about him like that because he looks hot now. You never would've even considered returning his feelings before.

So why won't you tell him???

...because It might hurt him.

"Hey, Kacchan? Are you okay?"

I looked over at Deku, I could tell him I love him. It would make him smile, and it is sort of true. Or I could shut him down. Say I just want to be friends. It would probably hurt him, but maybe we could make it work. 

But you don't want that. 

You don't want to just be his friend. You want... more.

No!! I-i can't do that to him!! 

"...Kacchan?"

"Let's go." I growled, turning away so he wouldn't see the conflict raging inside of me.

You know that's what you want. What he wants!

No!!! I won't do that to him!! Even if that's what he wants, I promised to protect him! And-

And returning his feelings would break that promise how?!? You know you want it, so just say it!!

NO!! I WON'T say it!! 

The last time you didn't say anything, he jumped off of the roof!!

He only did that because I told him to!!

AND IF YOU HAD APOLOGIZED, HE WOULDN'T HAVE!!

THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!!!

YOU KNOW PERFECTLY FUCKING WELL, IT'S THE REASON FOR THIS!!!

I angrily slammed my foot into the side of a building as we walked past, sending pain jolting up my leg, and not improving my temper at all.

"K-kacchan? Are you-"

"I'M JUST FUCKING FINE!!" I yelled before I could stop myself. I froze. Tears welled in Deku's eyes, and he let out a quiet sob, before turning and running away. I stared after him for a few minutes, a blank numbness filling my head.

He'S GoiNG tO Do sOMetHinG StuPId bEcAUSe yOU cAn'T ConTROl YOur TeMPeR.

I quickly ran after him, fear aiding speed to my flight. I barely managed to keep him in sight, 

"Deku! Izuku, I didn't mean-!" 

I turned a corner after him, and stopped. He was gone. I looked around, and noticed the door to a run down apartment building standing slightly ajar.

Oh gods, please. No, Please.

I quickly wrenched the door open and went inside, ignoring the rather startled security guard behind the front desk, I ran up the nearest flight of stairs, praying to the highest heavens that I was wrong.

I wasn't wrong.

At the top, at the very edge of the roof, stood Deku, placing his sneakers down next to him. As the door to the stairwell swung shut behind me, he straightened, looking back at me, his face blank and emotionless, despite the tears still flooding down it.

"Izuku... please," I whispered, not sure if he even heard me. 

He turned towards the edge.

"Izuku, please, I didn't mean-! I wasn't angry at you!" I said, desperate to find something, anything! That could call him away from the edge.

He took a step closer.

"I didn't mean to yell at you I just-!"

He took another step forward, he was only a few inches away from the edge now.

"I-i never meant..." 

I shuffled forward, wanting to pull him back, but afraid it would only push him further.

"I-i don't want you to jump. I n-never wanted you to." 

I was crying now. Not even bothering to try and hide the tears. Deku looked back at me, the smallest hint of surprise pulling at his own tears.

"I-i wasn't mad at you. I was angry with myself because I was afraid. Afraid t-to tell you the truth."

He was facing me now. Still dangerously close to the edge, but not immediately about to jump.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore then I already have. That's why I was angry with myself. Because I didn't want to tell you, that-"

"That what, Kacchan?" He took a half step towards me, "That I'm useless? That I'm ugly, and stupid? And all I ever do is cry?!? That-!" 

"-I love you."

He stopped. His eyes widening. 

"W-what?"

"I fucking love you, Izuku. I love you because you're everything I will never be. You're beautiful, and smart, and I don't care if you cry now and then, everyone should cry. If they don't they'll just end up like me, a ball of uselessly knotted up emotions, that are afraid to come out. And you are everything to me. And you aren't useless. If anyone is useless it's me."

"D-don't..." Deku whispered, taking a small step towards me,

"I'm the useless one! I promised I would never hurt you, but I did anyway!"

"P-please... Kacchan..." he took another step away from the edge, 

"I said that I would be your best friend forever, but I wasn't! I never was!! I don't deserve anything from you, except hate, and anger, but all you've ever done is try to be my friend! I don't deserve you, Izuku Midoriya!!"

"Kacchan, please!"

"If anyone should jump off a roof it's m-"

Suddenly he ran forward and flung himself at me, wrapping his arms around my neck. I barely managed to stay on my feet, wrapping my arms around his waist, holding him close, as he pressed his lips against mine so hard it hurt. But I didn't care. He was in my arms. He was safe from everything except me. And right now, I can deal with that. 

His hands pulled at my hair, as his tears mingled with mine, and my hands pressed at his back, leaving no space between us for breath. He finally pulled away slightly, gasping for air,

"I-izu-"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," he mumbled, as he pressed his lips against mine again. More gently this time. He pulled away again not long after, not having properly caught his breath the first time,

"Deku, will yo-"

He interrupted me again, with a third kiss, clearly not wanting me to speak. But I had to ask before I lose this rush of adrenaline powered courage. So I pulled away, holding him back this time.

"Izuku Midoriya, will you be my boyfriend?"

He stopped, looking at me strangely,

"Why are you asking that, Kacchan?"

"W-what?"

He just shook his head,

"You're an asshole, and an idiot, Kacchan."

Deku used my distracted state, to push himself closer again, pressing his lips on mine. This time he slipped his tongue between my numb lips, and started to familiarize himself with the layout of my mouth. My breath caught in the back of my throat, and before I could stop it, a soft moan escaped me, adding to Deku's fervor.

After a few, intense moments, Deku pulled away, both of us panting for breath.

"Of course I'll be your damn boyfriend, Kacchan! I'll be your fucking wife if you asked me!"

I laughed softly, not really remembering when we sat down, but glad that we did.

"Wouldn't you be my husband?" I asked, quirking in an eyebrow at him,

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck again,

"I just realized,"

"Hhmmmm,"

I smirked at him, 

"That's the third time you cussed at me."

I watched with unspeakable pleasure, as a dark blush covered his face,

"W-w-what!!" 

"It is." I said, laughing,

"Kacchaaaaaaaaaaan!" He whined, burying his face in the crook of my neck,

"What?" I asked trying to keep a straight face, and failing miserably, 

"Shut up!!" 

That only made me laugh louder, as I hugged him close, glad he was still alive.

Miserable failure of a chapter, I know. But it's all I've got.

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