Orange Juice from Hell (Part 4)

Even as they grew older, Kacchan still had the tendency to attract people's attention. But lately, it's more on the negative side. The most recent example was Iida-san, which he continues to do up until now (much to Kacchan's annoyance). Maybe it was due to Kacchan's rough demeanor but most people assume that he's some punk or some sort.

"A smart punk," Katsuki puffed chest proudly.

"Is that something to be proud of?" Izuku shook his head.

A lot of people would rather get out of the Kacchan's way. But still, they are in a school setting so they inevitably need to talk to Bakugo especially concerning group works. That's where his best friend Deku comes to use, proving he's not so useless after all. They use Izuku like a messenger.

"Say it straight to my face, assholes!"

Bakugo would often charge ahead at his groupmates who often use Izuku like some mindless dove.

Izuku sighed. "You know, this is the reason why they aren't talking to you directly."

"And you, you fucking idiot," Kacchan hissed, jabbing his finger against his friend's chest. "Don't let them use you like that!"

"They aren't using me," He frowned at Kacchan's choice of wording. "They're asking for a favor--"

"That's the same!"

But even if Kacchan exuded this negative aura, he inevitably catches other people's attention. And there was this specific group of people who were drawn into him for the exact reason why people avoid him.

"You must be Bakugo Katsuki,"

Katsuki and Izuku looked up from their coffee-stained notebooks, a cyan-haired man suddenly sat on the vacant chair near them and joined their table. The café near their dorm was surprisingly crowded that day, maybe due to the fact that midterms were creeping closer each day and everyone was drowning on their everyday overdose of caffeine.

Still, the lack of availability of chairs wasn't an excuse to suddenly barge in someone else's table without any permission.

"What the fuck?" The blond boy uttered as politely as possible.

"Excuse me, sir, " Deku whispered warily, eyeing the weird man before shifting his gaze towards the pulsating nerve on Bakugo's temple. "This table is—"

"I'm Shigaraki Tomura," 'Shigaraki Tomura' offered his right hand, bleeding chapped lips smiled widely.

Bakugo slapped his hands away.

"Kacchan!" Deku reprimanded. "I'm sorry—Shigaraki-san was it?—for Kachan's rudeness. He's not usually like that."

"I am usually like this," He huffed, crossing his arms.

"It's alright," Shigaraki laughed eerily, rubbing his slightly sore hand against his denim jeans. "May I join your table?" He asked, belatedly.

"Fuck no." Katsuki answered the same time Izuku said, "Sure."

Shigaraki mechanically turned his head to Deku, grinning like a fucking maniac that he was. The blond boy sighed, accepting the fact that this guy has no plans on accepting a 'fuck off' kind of reply.

"What the fuck do you need?" Kacchan growled, his nails digging deep on the wooden table. "We're fucking studying here so if it's unimportant, fucking leave us—"

"I just wanted to invite you to hang out with us," He leaned closer towards them, offering his manically unstable laugh.

There was a long silence between the duo.

"What do you mean?" Deku said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"You know," Shigaraki shrugged as if they should know about it. "Partying, booze, and--"

"Drugs?" Bakugo finished for him.

Midoriya shrieked, immediately looking at their surroundings and making sure that no one heard them.

"I know it's all the range in the West to do recreational drugs during college, but remember we're in Japan. The concept of using, even uttering the word drugs is enough to make the society go haywire." The blond boy yawned, looking deeply uninterested. "I don't know about you but that shit with Mulan is legit, no Asian wants to bring dishonor to their family. I have no plans in participating in such shit."

"Relax, we're not gonna go that far. Just partying and booze, that's all we gonna do. An occasional orgy or two, maybe. But nothing too extreme."

Midoriya tensed at the word orgy. Kacchan mentally shook his head at his unadulterated innocence.

"No," Bakugo answered tersely. "Go invite someone else."

"Kacchan, why not give it some thought?" Midoriya coaxed. The blond boy scowled at his friend for even suggesting or contemplating it. "I mean, we're already two months in college yet I'm your only friend here."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"That is what's exactly wrong." Midoriya's thick brows were forming a straight line, it would've been amusing if they were in a different context. "You need to learn to broaden your social circle."

"I don't need a social circle,"

"Kacchan," Deku whined.

"How about you, Midoriya Izuku?" The duo completely forgot about the other person sharing their table. "It seemed like you don't mind joining us."

"Uh, no, I'm not... I'm not really a party person..." Deku found an intrusive arm slithering over the curve of his waist.

To say that Kacchan was fuming was an understatement.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Tomura whispered sensually against his ear, his fingers digging at the flesh of his waist. "I was also told by my peers to invite you. One of them is especially interested in you."

"What." It wasn't a question but a statement because Bakugo was having none of it.

"Her name is Toga Himiko, perhaps you know her?"

The light in his forest green eyes disappeared. "Ah, Toga-san."

"Who's this Toga bastard?" Bakugo looked confused and pissed off at the same time as it never occurred to him that someone would even like Izuku romantically.

"Just an overly touchy classmate I have in History class." Just the mere thought of her sent shivers down his spine.

"Touchy?!" Kacchan repeated incredulously. "Why have I never heard of this before?!"

"Because I know you'll going to react like this," He covered his face with his palm, already feeling the impending migraine he'll get because of his all-nighters argument with his best friend later on.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKE THIS?!"

Deku groaned.

Lately, their conversation tends to go sour whenever Deku mentions another person's name. He interpreted this as merely Kacchan's territorial tendencies. Deku is especially aware that he is Kacchan's only friend in Yuuei (and possibly his entire life), and that's why he tries to protect him at all costs. Back then, Deku finds this endearing.

"So, will you join us?" Shigaraki asked.

Before Izuku could answer, Kacchan abruptly stood up, causing their eating utensils to clutter their table.

"Absolutely not." He declared. "I will not allow you."

"What?" It was Izuku's turn to stand up angrily. "Wait a minute, Kacchan, who gave you the right to dictate what I can and can't do?"

But lately, not so much.

Kacchan looked completely taken aback. He wasn't sure if it was because Deku was standing up against him or he was equally dumbfounded that he forbade Deku in the first place.

"I'm your friend," The blond boy cleared his throat, looking away. "I know what's good and what's bad for you--"

"Excuse me?" This is the first time he heard Deku so angry. "I'm sorry but I wasn't aware you were my self-proclaimed moral compass."

"STOP BEING SO FUCKING DIFFICULT!" Kacchan slammed his fist against the table. "JUST FUCKING FOLLOW WHAT YOU'RE TOLD, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"I'm being difficult?" He slammed his hand on his chest. "I'm no longer that kid you can boss around, Kacchan." He turned his attention to the only sitting member of the table, Shigaraki looked amused as he sipped on his iced tea. "I'll join you. When's the earliest date?"

"What?" Kacchan looked at him in disbelief.

"Fuck off," Deku snarled.

"Tonight," Tomura chuckled. "8 PM at the Viran Pub."

"Got it," Deku nodded, shoving all of his notebooks and ballpen inside his bag. "See you later then."

He left without even sparing a glance at Kacchan.

The blond boy extended his arm out as if wanting to take him by the arm but all courage left him.

"I guess my work here is done," Shigaraki slowly stood up, the end of his chair loudly grating on the floor.

"Shigaraki,"

The cyan-haired boy gave him a sideward glance.

"I'll join you."