Orange Juice from Hell (Part 9)

Kacchan was the popular kid back when they were children. But lately, not so much. In fact, it would be more proper to label him as infamous than anything else.

Deku, however, became a famous guy. Maybe it was due to his freckled innocence, his reliability, his intelligence, and his tact, or his presence that oozed out a good cinnamon roll that made him likable to anyone in the vicinity.

To put it simply, the tables have completely turned.

And due to Deku's newfound popularity, more often than not, he's always surrounded by different types of people that may or may not want any romantic relations with him (The number one offender was Shindo). This caused Kacchan to act more ballistic, and Deku couldn't put his fingers on it on why exactly was he acting that way. That's why, even if Deku's interaction with a person is purely platonic and academic, Kacchan would always assumes that this person just wants to get under Deku's pants.

As if that was supposed to be a bad thing.

And this was exactly why Deku was still a virgin. At least, in this time period.

"Togata-senpai," Deku breathlessly called out, running after his senpai with a clear file in hand. Kacchan trailed after him with a very annoyed look on his face.

Togata Mirio, along with his companions Amajiki Tamaki, and Hado Nejire, stopped walking to let him catch up to them.

"Here are the files you asked for," Deku handed out the folder, heaving. His curly locks were drenched in sweat, the light was glistening on his sun-kissed skin. He really was a sight to behold (adding to one of the reasons why he was so well-liked).

Amajiki blushed, turning away. Hado giggled, hitting the tall gloomy guy's back with such strength he jumped a little in surprise.

"Thanks, Deku-kun," Togata-senpai grinned brightly at him as he accepted the file, like the sunshine that he is. "And I told you, just Mirio is fine."

Like the sunshine Kacchan was.

"Excuse me," Kacchan forced his way into the conversation. "who gave you the right to call him, 'Deku'?"

"Kacchan," Izuku frowned.

"Kacchan, there you are!" Togata greeted. "I--"

"Who gave you the right to call me that?!"

"Is it alright for you to act all high and mighty we just got your ass handed at you in the class game a while ago?" Hado teased, sticking her tongue out like a child.

"Hado-san, I think that's not appropriate for a lady to say that…" Amajiki's sweat dropped profusely.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," before Kacchan could do anything more aggressive, Deku pulled him by the wrist. "It's just a stupidass class game, and it doesn't have any academic bearings, you stop being high and mighty!"

Earlier this morning, the Big Three were invited to their class by their professor, and they had an impromptu trivia game just for the sake of why the fuck not. The class was divided into clusters and he ended up grouped with the three. There really weren't any grades involved but the mere notion of crushing the Big Three in what they do best send Kacchan's blood into a frenzy so he was far too enthusiastic about the competition.

The Big Three Izuku won in a landslide, no one could ever keep up with them. It was too stupid of Kacchan to think he could defeat the university's official representatives to international academic competitions.

The professor told them that this experience should teach the class to humble themselves, if they thought they're great students, always remember that there's always room for improvement since there are people who are always going to be better than you.

But as expected, that wasn't the reaction elicited from Kacchan upon his defeat.

"Speaking of class games," Mirio shifted his attention to Deku, patting him gently on the head. "You were amazing, Deku-kun! Our group wouldn't have won if it weren't for your help!"

Deku rubbed the back of his head, smiling droopily. Kacchan kicked him in the shin. Deku winced.

The trio, which was labeled as 'The Big Three' due to their academic prowess, bid their farewells and left.

As soon as their backs disappeared from view, Kacchan faced him, an authoritative hand on his hips with a matching sneer on his face.

"Why are you giving me that look?" Deku rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one who should be pissed off because you just embarrassed me in front of--"

"The threesome?"

"The big three, you idiot!" He aggressively ruffled his hair in annoyance.

"Hey, it's obvious they do threesomes." Kacchan shrugged. Suddenly, his scarlet eyes darkened as he pursed his lips. "You might not know they might invite you to an orgy later on--"

"What is wrong with you?" Deku demanded, his hands balled into a fist. "Why do you need to be so aggressive towards my friends?"

"I wouldn't be if smiley face and wannabe Sasuke kept their hands to themselves."

"What's with the odd nicknames?! And second, they weren't even touching me so what the hell are you blabbering about?"

"Oh, they will be," Kacchan said sinisterly. "When they invite you to their orgies--"

"Why do you keep insisting on that?!"

"You're the only one who isn't aware of their rituals, and they're supposed to be your 'friends'."

"What, I--" Deku groaned in exasperation, shaking his head. "Shouldn't you be minding your own business instead? Like, I don't know, your GPA?"

Kacchan raised an eyebrow, looking greatly offended. "That's red herring."

"Your academic results are wavering lately, Kacchan." He continued even if, in fact, he really was committing red herring. "They're not--"

"Oh, are you being all 'high and mighty'"--Kacchan spoke a few octaves higher in a lame attempt of imitating Hado's voice-- "with me just because your team won in that game—"

"Not just that," He interrupted. "I saw your recent test results, Kacchan. They're… I know you could've done better if you studied--"

"I am studying--"

"No, you aren't. Instead of studying at night, which you used to do before, I've been seeing you leaving the dorm to hang out with Shigaraki-san, the same person you told me to stay away from--"

"Oh wow, I'm sorry, mom." Kacchan rolled his eyes. "I promise not to--"

"Don't patronize me!" Deku huffed. "Don't think that I didn't notice that you're coming back home late and drunk--"

"What is it to you?" Kacchan placed his hand on his hips.

There was a tense silence between them.

Deku felt his eyes sting a little. Why was it okay for Kacchan forbid him from making friends with decent people? But when it's his turn to reprimand him that his grades were suffering because of the company he's hanging out with, Kacchan dare brought up the 'what is it to you' card.

"I'm your best friend," Forest green eyes moistened, his voice quivering in sadness and disappointment. "Of course, it affects me because I'm worried about--"

Kacchan looked genuinely surprised at the sight of Deku crying because of him. He clicked his tongue and abruptly turned his heels to walk away.

"Kacchan, I'm still talking to you!" Deku was full-blown sobbing now as he trailed after him.

Later that night, Kacchan left at 8 and returned to their dorm at almost 5 in the morning. He arrived smelling like vodka, menthol, and drugs.