Part 1 of 2

We were in the middle of a fight when a villain cackled, one that hadn't shown their quirk yet. Fuck, that never bodes well. "Nice to meet you, have you met you?" He giggled in my ear. 

"What the fuck?" I blurted out while setting off an explosion. 

"Too late! Have fun, wannabe hero!" There was a swirling orange smoke and he ran off while I couldn't see him. 

"Bakubro don't go that way!" I froze and looked up, forcing myself to look around but I didn't see anything dangerous. I turn around to snap at Kirishima only to freeze. 

Standing in front of me coughing was someone that looked like me wearing some kind of leather armor. "The fuck Shitty Hair? How much did you feed him? The heat in the forge, the fuck? The smoke is orange? This fucking shit is in my eyes now! I'm going to fucking kill you when I get out of here!" That was my voice. Fuck, that was my voice! 

The leather clad me was coughing and cursing while rubbing at his eyes while walking in what looked like a zigzag line but I know that stance. He is walking using his memory of the last area he was in so he must have been somewhere he was very familiar with. 

"Shitty Hair, get your fucking ass over here with the holy water, at this rate I'm going to go blind and then who is going to be making the saddles, huh? You're sure as fuck not touching King Explosion Murder or I will destroy Red's saddle. Don't fucking test me!" He was going on and on, cursing Kirishima's thing that he called Red and telling him how he doesn't deserve the beastie and I'm so fucking confused. 

"Who in the fuck are you doppelganger?" I demanded and he froze hearing my voice. 

He finally managed to open his eyes and see me. "Don't go calling people that kind of fucking curse dip shit! Are you trying to curse me? Everyone knows doppelgangers die alone!" He paused when he actually saw me and roared into the sky. 

"Who in the fuck are you? Where is King Explosion Murder? Why isn't he answering my fucking call? Dynamight is still too young, wait, usually she answers by now too. WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY DRAGONS?" He demanded stomping towards me ready to fight and well fuck it, it's been a shitty day so far. 

"Want to go, look alike wannabe?" I demanded and suddenly there was a flash of green and I couldn't help rolling my eyes. 

"Sorry Sensei, it took longer than I thought to hand over the last villain. They almost got away during the handoff. Whoa! Kacchan? Wait, two Kacchans?" Deku started muttering about the differences between us, which was little too none other than our clothing and other shit I would rather not think about but my voice said something I never expected to hear out loud. 

"Beautiful, eyes greener than a forest dragon's scales, hair as vibrant and alive as an underwater forest and kissed by the sun your skin all but glows in radiance," the leather clad me took Deku's gloved hand and gently pulled the material off before bowing and kissing the back of his hand. "I'm Bakugo, Katsuki the great blacksmith and dragon tamer at your service." 

"Umm, Kacchan? Please tell me you're just kidding around? Please?" Deku's eyes were wide and he couldn't look away from the other me which was pissing me off. 

"There is no way in hell I would say sappy shit like that!" I roared but he no longer cared to even look at me and only kept his eyes on Deku. 

"Poor fellow, I guess it's true what they say about doppelgangers then, they all die alone eventually," my jaw dropped, not knowing what to say to that. He on the other hand seemed to have an idea. 

"Let me borrow your forge, I must make a sword for you!" He looked around but saw we were out in the open. "A forge? Sometime today?" 

"You said something about being a blacksmith didn't you? But I don't think-," Kaminari started to answer but Aizawa Sensei cut him off. 

"There is one at the school, if you can get it to work you may use it," he motioned for him to follow but he didn't let Deku go. 

"So Mr. Beautiful, are you going to tell me your name? I'll need to know what to write into the depths of the sword's soul," he smiled at the still uncomfortable Deku. 

"Kacchan, you're worrying me. Please act like your normal self. I'm begging you," Deku was practically begging but he let the fucker pull him with him. 

"Is that a nickname? Just for me? Already, you're so cute. Usually where I come from we need to be a lot closer before we get nicknames from people. 

"Deku that isn't me," I ground out, trying to hold my rage in but it was getting harder the longer I saw Deku's scarred hands in the other guy's. 

"But-," there was a lot said by the other me and I could feel my face going red, the longer he talked from his flirting, it was terrible. 

"Your eyes are like malachite lakes in constant motion, each facet a beautiful shade and yet incomplete without the next. The shades of jade that your hair so brilliantly out shines, is a raw beauty that makes even the blacksmith in me hesitate to take a chisel to it. Instead I only wish to take a soft cloth and polish it and treasure it always," he kept going on and on and Deku was a bright red. "Are you a spirit of the forest? Your beauty is too surreal to actually be that of a normal mortal man," this fucker really won't stop, I've tried yelling and screaming to get him to shut the fuck up but at this point he seems to have completely tuned me out. 

I could hear Kaminari and Sero trying to hold in their laughter and the girls, Mina included, were all but squealing at the fucking pickup lines he was using on Deku. 

"Bro! I didn't know you were gay!" Kirishima nearly shouted in my ear. 

"Why the fuck do you need to know that? Huh? Got a problem with it?" I demanded and instead he hugged me. 

"Bro you're so manly! I should have known you were so strong and-," 

"Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair!" Both the imposter and I yelled at him and he froze for a second not knowing how to respond. 

"Dynamight, enough. The other Bakugo is actually pleasant to be around even if it is cringy," Aizawa Sensei sent me a glare that I just matched. 

"You're not the one watching yourself make a fool out of yourself," I hissed but again I was ignored. 

"My dear, sweet, beautiful spirit, won't you tell me your name?" He tried again and Deku actually answered him this time. "Even your name is as beautiful and pleasant to the ears as a song. Your name means green valley correct? Your parents must have known that your heart was vast while you brought light and life around you," how in the hell can he say that with a straight face!?! 

"Please let me make you a sword, a blade like no other, my greatest work for the greatest beauty, Izuku," he tried again, crooning Deku's first name and setting my heart like a time bomb, even when Deku didn't respond. 

"I'm sure that you say that a lot, are you a fucking player or some shit," I bristled but surprisingly he answered. 

"No, the heart of a blacksmith is like that of a dragon, forever armored, hard to bear until softened by the flames of the one meant for their forever. These words only belong to the angel I speak to," he actually tilted Deku's chin up and towards him. "The angel with the richest forest and seas within their eyes could calm the raging fires in mine?" The way he spoke so seriously, even while saying something so sappy. My face feels like it's on fire. 

"You want to make me a sword? Wh-," Deku started but the other me was kissing his knuckles again, making him stop mid sentence. 

"The finest of which I have or ever will make. The blade of my heart, will you please let me?" He asked while looking into Deku's eyes while standing far too fucking close for comfort. 

"I guess that would be alright, if you really want to," Deku answered, his face must be redder than mine but he was also smiling, hard. 

"I won't let you regret it, this I swear," he kissed Deku's knuckles again and when he turned and saw the "forge" in the basement of the school, since when have we had this here? He let out a small sigh seeing it before asking where the fuel was. 

"You don't have dragons here, correct? How do your blacksmiths keep the fire hot? Can you even get a fire hot enough for elven metals?" Powerloader was in the room, probably called by Aizawa Sensei and he answered quickly while the other me nodded and after a few seconds he asked questions that didn't make any sense to me at all but eventually he turned back to Deku. 

"My Izuku, could you please sit here? It will take a while for the blade to be finished but I'm afraid that I will need you here to complete the blade correctly," I crossed my arms, scowling and found a seat to get comfortable, already knowing that Deku would agree even though he still needs a shower and like hell I'm leaving him here alone. 

I grumbled but watched as the other me locked the door and after the heat was almost unbearable he took off his shirt and started hammering at a bar of red hot metal that he seemed to pull out of his pocket… 

Do I want to know why? Wait, wasn't he cursing Shitty Hair about the forge when he first showed up? Was he actively working before he was brought here? 

I watched but I only saw myself pounding away at the metal, nothing at all interesting but Deku had his eyes glued to him, making me frown and study the other me again. I really don't see it. What is so interesting-, is he checking him out? HE IS! 

I turned my focus back to Deku who remained clueless while his eyes slid up and down my body and I unconsciously crossed my arms before turning my eyes back to the other me. I don't really see a difference in our bodies but then I noticed it. The other me had winked at Deku and gave him a smirk! I turned back to Deku who caught the gestures and his face was turning red again. 

Deku doesn't know the first thing about this fucking extra! So why in the fuck is he letting himself get carried away like this? I grumbled under my breath about it being too fucking hot in here and by the end of it I couldn't stand it anymore and pulled my top off to wipe at my face. I happened to see Deku turn at the motion just to stare openly at me while my face was covered. 

Is the reason he is letting this other guy drag him to match his pace because of me? Like I said we look basically the same. The only difference was where a few scars were placed but as far as muscle and definition goes we are pretty much identical. I put my top down next to me, thankful that Aizawa Sensei had taken my gauntlets before leaving the room. Other than the three of us there was Powerloader but he just watched, remaining silent but it seemed like all of his attention was focused on what the other me was doing with the forge and not what he was doing to Deku. 

"Alright, that's what I'm fucking talking about," the other me snapped my attention back to him before he reached into his pocket and sprinkled some kind of sparkly dust up and down both sides of the blade that for some reason was slightly blue in color before he blew on it. How the fuck would that help anything? 

"Izuku? Could I get your help for a second?" I furrowed my brow not liking how he said Deku's first name. I watched as Deku hopped up and all but ran to him. "Can I just get a drop or so of your blood? This will finish the bonding process so that no one but you can use the blade," he explained. I saw Deku prick himself and watched as a few drops fell on the blade and suddenly the blue was a deep dark green that suited him far too much. 

"And as the smithy, my blood," the other me muttered but I sat up straight, not liking the prickling feeling on the back of my neck. I saw the blade glow red for a second before returning to the green from earlier and then growing darker to match his hair instead. "And now the hardest part," he smirked at my Deku like it was a shared secret. "The grip and guard," I mean that makes sense but why do I still feel so uneasy? "You can sit back down if you like, I won't need to turn the heat up again so you can sit closer if you want, you can watch everything as close as you want," he smiled and I really wanted to punch him.

HE FUCKING KNOWS THAT DEKU WAS CHECKING HIM OUT! 

"Accident prone nerds must sit at least 3 meters away from the fucking fire," I grumbled while pulling him away. I don't even know when I got out of my seat just that one moment I was in it and the next I was pulling Deku by his hood away from the fucker. I dropped him on the floor by my seat and just stood there until he seemed to get the message and let out a sigh before getting up and sitting in the seat. 

I glared at the fucker that was spouting cringy ass pickup lines at Deku only a short while ago, but he looks like he won somehow making me look back at Deku. He was watching the bastard with big eyes and a small smile… Is it really because of my body that he keeps staring? I'm shirtless now too but ever since I put my shirt down he had avoided looking at me at all. 

"Bakugo, I need to talk to you. Midoriya will be just fine with the other you and Powerloader, he added as if it weren't obvious as to which one of us he was talking to. I grumbled but left the basement to find Aizawa Sensei standing with his arms crossed. What the fuck happened now? 

"You like him, Midoriya?" He added as if his name was actually necessary after all the shit the other me word vomited earlier. I averted my eyes not willing to look at him but also silent because I couldn't confirm it and I sure as fuck couldn't deny it. 

"I'm a little surprised considering how much you hated him during your first year," I glared at my teacher but looked away again, gritting my teeth. I already fucking know that! Why else would I have kept my fucking mouth shut all this time? I sure as fuck don't deserve him, not by a long shot but… But… 

"I need you to think about this carefully. His mother died last month in the accident," I could feel myself going pale at the thought of Aunty. The grief I feel just remembering her, the sight of just Deku's hair could turn me from just fine to a mess in moments. "His father abandoned him for some reason when he was young," I'll kill the fucker if I ever meet him again. He can keep his ass in America far away from us. "And then there's All Might." I swallowed my spit on that one. He died shortly before Aunty, fighting and being our hero, one last time. 

"Bakugo, every time the other you talks about taking him away and giving him a good life, Midoriya's eyes have gone to you and only you. You are the only thing keeping him here, the only attachment he has and after the things I've found out about your past I will never understand why," okay that hurt but I deserved it and so much more. "If you don't reach out to him, I think he'll take his hand." And that ladies and gentlemen was the sound of my heart shattering. The thought that I would never see Deku again. 

My shoulders slumped in defeat, "What the fuck am I supposed to do? He looks like me and sounds like me but if he never had Deku in his life then that means that he never did what I did to him. Do you think I deserve him? Be honest Sensei," I hissed at the end but I already knew the answer. 

"No," I fell against the wall behind me at the small word. "But you're still the only reason he is still here. If I were you I would think twice about what you do next. I can't force him to stay, it won't help any, but I think he would if it came from you." 

I turned back to the door and went back downstairs to find Deku sitting up close and personal with the other me who was showing him something on the handle he crafted, far from the fire. 

"Now it's time to decide how to decorate it, of course too many jewels would be a waste but the right ones can give that little added kick during a fight," the other me chuckled, leaning closer to my Deku until his sweaty shoulder was pressed against him. I saw how Deku blushed but I also saw how he didn't pull away. 

"Jewels can add power?" He asked and my counterpart chuckled. 

"Only the right kinds. Let's see what I have on me, I have a few actually; a blood dragon's ruby, they are carved from the eyes of a fire dragon, a sea serpent's heart, it looks a lot like a sapphire but if you look closely, there it is."

"Did I just see?" 

"That's right, you saw the heart of the ocean, the far north for this one, once these are used their color changes to a deep green, not nearly as awe inspiring as your eyes though," he chuckled and leaned closer again, this time his nose actually touched Deku's who blushed crimson again. 

"Most of the special jewels change to an appropriate color for the wielder but that's what sets the sea serpent's heart apart though, no matter who the wielder is they will always turn that deep dark green," I saw him whispering into Deku's ear now and it was taking everything I had not to set off my quirk, killing the fucker. "I have some others too if you want to see them but I think these two would suit you best."

"Umm, what do you mean they match the wielder? I don't understand," Deku coughed, clearing his throat but he didn't pull away either. I could feel my nails digging into my palms and I can almost feel that I'll be bleeding soon if they don't get away from each other. 

"The magic from their cores, remember how I asked for a few drops of your blood? After both the blade and the handle are blessed by the sun and moon I'll put them together and they will forever become one. Just like," he paused before reaching up and brushing Deku's hair out of his eyes before finishing. "Just like us, if you marry me." He leaned closer but Deku wasn't pulling away. 

I cleared my throat, making sure they both knew I was here and Deku jumped at the interruption, putting plenty of distance between the two of them. The other me frowned while sending a glare my way but I just smiled at him. Deku is still mine, at least for now. 

"Kacchan! Right, sorry. Kacchan just, I mean the other you or rather-," 

"Your lover? Husband? Mate?" My counterpart supplied additional words that seemed to break Deku who couldn't think straight anymore. 

"I get it, you can't keep your fucking legs closed and you want Deku to fuck you up. Here's the thing you fucker, Deku isn't like that. If he let anyone close it would be someone that he would want to spend the rest of his life with and considering he only "met" you late last night. You shouldn't get your hopes up," I smiled at him while he looked at me with pure hate. 

"My kind doesn't either, pipsqueak. We mate for life and once the bond is established there is no way to break it," he started to look happy again but I wasn't. 

"So you imprison them so they can never leave your sorry asses? How is that a good thing?" 

"The fuck is the matter with you? It's to keep each other safe, dumbass! So long as I live, my mate will not grow old like the rest of his kind. If I die then the magic would be severed but otherwise his life would be long and blessed! Could you do that for him? Could you keep him alive when all you seem to be able to do is pick fights with everyone and make him flinch? What about the future? Could you give him a child? Your only a human man for fucks sake!" He started berating me but now it's my turn. 

"The hell is the matter with you? We are heroes in training! We are going to graduate and go out into the world to save people and that means putting our lives on the line! And yeah, we might not have magic but this is the age of quirks so if I really needed to I could give my lover a family, if that's what he wanted," I shouted back at him but neither of us were backing down and it wasn't until Deku slumped to the ground that we looked away from each other. Deku had passed out from the heat (I think?) And I quickly picked him up and carried him out of the overly hot basement. 

"Fucking dumbass, didn't even put out the fucking fire," I cursed colorfully on my way to Recovery Girl's office, ignoring Aizawa Sensei altogether as I walked by him.  

It wasn't long before the fucker arrived, his top back on again thanks to Powerloader showing him the way. "Traitor," I grumbled but the pro hero only let out a sigh before leaving again. 

"There really are two of you," Recovery Girl commented before checking first him then me for injuries, finding none. "Young Midoriya was just a little too hot and dehydrated. He'll be fine after some rest and fluids," she announced but then turned away from us and went back to her desk. 

I can't believe I said all that in front of Deku! If he didn't know how I felt before he sure as fuck does now. It's all thanks to this dumbass. If it weren't for him I could have gotten the roses and tiger lilies on time this morning and given them to him while asking him to join me at the cafe he liked so much. But no, nothing can ever just be easy! 

"Oi fucker, you keep saying humans as if you aren't one. What the fuck are you of you're not human?" I side eyed him and I heard Recovery Girl stop typing. Guess no one but me figured that out. 

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a high elf, the most powerful of them all," he smirked at me as if I should be impressed. 

"So you make toys for Santa? Good for you I guess," I shrugged knowing full well that wasn't what he meant but instead of getting mad he looked puzzled. 

"I do make toys, it's a part of my job as a blacksmith but who is this Santa you speak of?" He looked so serious but I couldn't help laughing out loud. 

"Kacchan?" Deku asked sleepily and I held a glass of water with a straw between my fingers for him. 

"Welcome back to the land of the living, make sure to get your frequent life or death mileage card stamped before departure," I announced like an airline attendant and he actually giggled before opening his eyes to see both of us. 

"That wasn't a dream? There really are two of you!?" He started to panic. 

"Don't worry dear Izuku, I shall not hurt you," my counterpart said while brushing a hand along his face. "As my potential mate it is my job to spoil you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will," he grinned. 

"Back off ya giant leprechaun," I glared at him but he shot me a dirty look. 

"Leprechauns are dirty, lowly creatures that couldn't tell you the difference between a date and kidnapping. Do not compare me to such bastard creatures," he swore, it looks like there is a lot of bad blood between them. Good. 

"Sounds about right, you keep talking about taking Deku with you and asking him to marry you but have you even once asked if he would want to go? Sounds to me like another reason for Deku to stay here and not go with you," I smirked back but he simply glared for a minute before giving me a smirk. 

"I see, you want to win his heart as well," I would have choked if I had anything in my mouth at all but it was too late, Deku was looking at me starstruck. "I won't lose to a lookalike with no manners," he is actually fucking challenging me, I'm going to end him! 

"Get over yourself! Not all of us require tricks to, to-," I froze, to what exactly? 

"Tricks? How in the fuck were you raised that you think showing affection is a trick? That's just sad," is my face going to be permanently red after this? I can't seem to get rid of this fucking blush. "Izuku deserves to be showered with praise and love and I plan to do exactly that. If he will let me." That look of complete devotion is killing me and it's on my face. MY FUCKING FACE! But I can't say those things. I don't get to. 

Instead of getting worked up a thought popped into my head and I smiled at him, calming down. "But you only mate once, and it's forever isn't it? What if Deku isn't a virgin? Will that change how you look at him?" 

"KACCHAN!" Deku nearly screamed in his embarrassment but I just grinned. 

"He is human so it's expected that he would have had a partner from before and it wouldn't change how I feel about him," he said stubbornly but I could see the discomfort in his eyes. 

"I have not! Kacchan don't go telling people things they will misunderstand!" Deku was frantically hitting me in the chest but he wasn't using his quirk so I just took it. Recovery Girl however sighed before handing me a box and shooing us out of her office. I don't need to look to know what's in the box. I don't know if I should be grateful or upset and honestly it seems like a mix of the two so for now I'll pretend not to know. 

"Kacchan, where are we going?" Deku asked when I dragged him into the elevator with the other me in tow. I was only holding his wrist and thankfully I wasn't actually dragging him, no he was simply following me wherever I led but whenever I looked back I saw the light pink dusting his cheeks while he looked at my hand. He normally takes the stairs since his room is only on the second floor but from the looks of it he would happily follow me forever so long as I didn't let him go. 

"Where the fuck else? My room, you're not allowed to be alone with this STRANGER," I hissed the last word making sure the other me was well aware that I was talking about him. 

"Maybe but just from dealing with you the last few hours it's pretty easy to see that Izuku is far more comfortable in MY company than yours," he sneered and I really just wanted to punch him. The rest of the ride up was silent and I grabbed Deku by his arm again and led him to my room ignoring Kirishima who was asking what was going on and started asking questions to the other me who just ignored him but Deku answered what he could while I unlocked my door. I pulled Deku in and tried to stop the other me from entering. 

"Inviting yourself in are you?" I blocked him and he huffed. 

"Your teacher said to keep me with you, so that means where you go I go. Or at least where Izuku goes I'll go," he turned a smile towards my nerd again. Fucking extra ass bitch. 

"Keep your fucking distance," I grumbled. If Aizawa Sensei's wants me to try and keep Deku here then why am I forced to babysit the fucking clone? Just why? 

I took Deku to my bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking him inside. "Take a shower I'll keep the extra out here," I called out. 

"But Kacchan I don't have any clean clothes here!" He tried to argue but I rolled my eyes. 

"Just wear mine, it's not a big deal," I answered, pulling my closet door open and pulling out some of my looser clothes. Thankfully he isn't that much bigger than me. His broad shoulders and thick strong thighs were the biggest worry but I have some black sweat pants that should fit just fine and he is always "borrowing" my hoody and more than once I've seen him wearing one of my shirts on laundry day. I swear he does it on purpose but I've never seen him take them or return them. 

I knocked on the door and he opened it to take the clothes from me with a small thank you. The other me however… 

I grabbed his leather arm guard thing and started pulling him out of my room. 

"Where the fuck are you taking me?" He demanded, yanking his arm free. 

"Let Deku take a fucking shower in peace! There is a common bathroom you can take a bath in. I can't have you stinking up my room, I already grabbed clothes, go!" I yanked again and this time he moved his fucking feet and I locked my door before leading him downstairs. I had to actually run the bath for him, he didn't have a clue on how to work the faucet and I'm still grumbling when my phone rings.  

Deku: Kacchan? Where are you two? 

Kacchan: He stinks so he is taking a bath downstairs. Do you need him? 

I waited, unsure if what I was currently feeling was dread or loss but I waited anyway. 

Deku: You've never trusted me alone in your room before. 

Kacchan: So? You help yourself any other time though? 

Deku: I'm sorry. 

Kacchan: What the fuck are you sorry for? 

Deku: Doesn't it upset you? 

Kacchan: If I cared I would have changed the locks and called Auntie a long time ago. 

Deku: … Does that mean that I'm welcome here? 

Kacchan: Do you want to be? 

Deku: More than anything in the world. 

Kacchan: Grab your shit and stay then. My hag and old man would never let you go if they could get you. 

Deku: What about you? 

Kacchan: What do you want with me? 

Deku: … I don't know. 

Kacchan: Then tell me when you do. 

I let out a sigh, but I also had a small smile. He doesn't know but he also wants to be welcome in my room? Yeah, I'm sure. I chuckle to myself feeling some tension leave my body. 

I still have a chance. 

"Oi, how the fuck do I put these on?" The other man demanded, almost ripping the shirt in his hands and I grimaced. Now if only I could get rid of the dead weight. 

***

"Midobabe! I heard you have a sweetheart now!" Ashido practically screamed in the middle of the common area in her excitement but Deku looked uncomfortable while she chatted away like she was crazy. The other me had managed to slide up right next to him and did the kissing the back of his hand thing again which only set Ashido off more. Can he really not see how much Deku hates this? 

"Back off," I growled, knocking his hand away and stepping between him and Deku. 

"It's only manners to greet the one I've professed to," he smirked back at me, why does it seem like he won somehow? How? In what way does he think he is actually better than me? 

"So touching people without permission is considered good manners where you're from, Asshat?" I crossed my arms and waited but he glared back at me. 

"I've seen people here shaking hands and this custom is not foreign here either," he wasn't backing down. 

"Does it look like Deku is comfortable with it?" I raised an eyebrow and it's only now that the fucker seems to realize that Deku was actively hiding behind me, standing close. 

"Have I made you uncomfortable?" His expression changed drastically and I feel like I just got whiplash just from seeing it. 

"It surprised me," I could hear Deku start muttering to himself but when he unconsciously grabbed the back of my shirt I couldn't help how it made me feel. For one thing I obviously won this round but more importantly Deku was relying on me. 

"Deku~!" And the feeling just deflated. Fucking Round Face, Floaty Bitch, the gold digger. Even Deku knows that the only reason she wants to be a hero is money but has he realized yet that she has been trying to play him too? She keeps trying to force herself, a poor girl from a poor family, in the middle of so many well off families. 

First there is Iida, Glasses, he comes from a family of pro heroes and they all make good money. His vocabulary gave him away early too. Then there is Todoroki, Icyhot, the fact he hates his old man only makes it easier for her. If she can get Endeavor to hate her then he will marry her just to piss him off. Try and tell me I'm wrong. You can't because I'm right. 

Then there is the fact that she is always being so bubbly and buddy buddy with Ponytail. The fact she comes from one of the richest families in Japan means nothing next to the fact that her quirk literally lets her make anything. She would have been a target even without her family. Then there was the one time she tried to cozy up to me. I almost didn't notice if not for her clinging to Ashido. My hag all but sniffed her out. It's not a sin to be poor but it is one to be greedy. 

"Remember Katsuki. Don't ever let anyone take advantage of you," she practically drilled it into me and I'm thankful for it. I told Ashido to never bring anyone outside of our group again. Self proclaimed Baku squad or not they earned my trust and Uraraka hasn't. She must have figured out that I was onto her because she is the first to bad mouth me for any reason but back to the present. 

We sat down and thanks to it being Ponytail's day to cook we were being treated to a hot pot with a lot of ingredients. Of course the fucker actually needed help with a few things but otherwise he did pretty well. He was confused by the sodas when he took a drink though. 

"What kind of spirit is this? I don't feel any of the burn from alcohol?" He shouted, almost throwing his cup in surprise. 

"Because they're not any dumbass," I snapped back at him. 

"How old are you that you aren't drinking any spirits with your meal? Are you a fucking child?" He snapped right back at me. 

"Just because we are at the dorms does not mean we are not at school, dumbass. There is no drinking at school!" 

"And why not? Are you not capable of being rational after a couple drinks? You humans are ridiculous in the extreme! You can't drink but you can die for your country, right?" He wasn't going to stop any time soon and several blushed at his words while Iida was about to have a fucking heart attack. 

" Leprechaun, you need to get your shit together. We aren't in your world nor do we abide by your rules and the fact that we are human is a hell of a lot better than chasing fucking rainbows all day!" 

"I'm warning you human, do not call me a leprechaun again," he hissed and I don't even know where he pulled the knife from, only that it was at my throat now. "I am a high elf, we are a proud race that has led the war between the fairies and the rest of the collective for the past several millennia. I will not tolerate being called something so low as the bottom feeder that isn't even capable of logical thought." 

"Look in the fucking mirror, you pulled a weapon on a human for nothing more but words and the fact that we aren't drinking alcohol. How are you supposed to be taken, Asshole?" I hissed, forcing myself not to back down even with the cold steel against my neck. 

"Stop!" Deku screamed, pulling the other me away and finally the knife fell away from my neck. I coughed a little now that the pressure was gone but I didn't break eye contact. Our classmates were generally frozen in shock and the fact that Deku was the only one that responded didn't bode well for their futures as pros but once they snapped out of it I heard and felt them take defensive positions but they were all ignored by the other me who was still seething. 

"Now that I think about it. How old are you ELF? You keep talking like I'm a child so how old are you and are you a pedophile chasing after Deku?" I saw his face going red at my question. 

"The hell is the matter with you? I'm only 206 and 200 is the legal age to start looking for a mate, you barbarian!" His face was crimson from his embarrassment but now everyone was looking at him in shocked confusion again. 

"It appears that you're unaware that the students in the room are 17-18 years old, including Midoriya," Aizawa said, clearing his throat and the other man turned to look at him confused. 

"The legal age is 13 though isn't it? For you humans so we would be roughly the same in terms of-," he had already put his knife away but an explosion went off in my hand in my shocked relief. 

"You fucking dumbass!" I laughed out loud now clutching my sides to try and keep myself together and now it was his turn to look at me confused and wary. 

It was Deku that answered though, no one else could get the words out. "Actually the legal age in Japan is 17 while consent is 16," his face was so red that he had to look away. "But," he hesitated and looked at Aizawa Sensei's who just raised an eyebrow curiously. "We usually try to wait until we are married after we graduate from highschool, which is 18 to 19." 

"Huh, so it's different from the humans in my world. He took a minute to think about it before grabbing me and pulling me out of the room. 

"The fuck is the matter with you now?!" I demanded but then the door slammed and he started pulling my clothes off to compare our bodies. Which was interesting, I would have exploded if not for the silvery marks on his skin that I found out were tattoos to show his age and rank although I couldn't make sense of them he seemed content before putting his clothes back on again. 

"So your customs are different but your biology is the same. I can work with that," he smirked before getting uncomfortable close to Deku again. "Your customs are closer to that of the elves than the humans," he grinned while seeming to be even more comfortable than before. 

"Where did you take Bakugo?" Sero asked and I could feel my face all but catching on fire. 

"I was comparing our biology. It wouldn't have done us any good if you turned out to be children still," he answered as if it was the most logical thing in the world. 

"Pedophile," I grumbled but he just shrugged. 

"By your standards of time sure but our biology and rate of maturity is the same. When I was 20 years old I would have been around the height of your knees and still having trouble pronouncing some words," he shrugged which prompted more questions but he just went back to trying to feed Deku from the hot pot and ignoring us. Deku on the other hand was super curious and the other me just answered while smiling regardless of how personal the question got. 

"So what age do elves usually get married?" Deku asked in the middle of chewing. 

"Like I said, the legal age is 200 but usually it's between 300-500. The only time we mate early is when we find our destined mate, but in the end we usually mate whenever we find them so that they don't die before we come of age. There is an old legend where someone found their mate when they were only 30 and marked them so that the moment they were 200 they could be with them," he chuckled when a lock of Deku's hair drifted into his face and tucked it behind his ear again. 

"Mark? Is that different from mating?" Deku asked, far too curious for his own good. 

"It's basically the wedding ceremony without consummating. It would be weird for such a young child to even know what sex is let alone actually be able to do it," he chuckled. How can he talk like this as if it were nothing at all. "It would depend on the profession they were born into and what their clan would use for the marking. Like a Baker would bake something or a carpenter would build something." 

"You're born into your job?" Deku asked, far more curious about that than the fact that they had weird mating mark things. 

"Mhm," he hummed, playing with his hair now. I could see that Deku was done eating and from the looks of it so did the other me. "A king is a king after all," he hummed while smiling. 

My eye twitched at his indifference. I am really hating this fucker. "So you're not all that great. A blacksmith is a blacksmith after all," I grumbled and he looked confused but only nodded. Why aren't my insults actually doing any good tonight? Just why? 

We were all sent to bed and when he tried to follow Deku I yanked him back. "Oh fuck no. Get this through your fucking head. Stay the fuck away from Deku." 

"Why? It's time to sleep and where else would I go other than with him?" He looked so confused I just wanted to explode. 

"Because you are NOT married to him. Deku is allowed to sleep comfortably without worrying about if he is going to be groped in the middle of the night," I hissed, trying to keep myself calm but I know that I'm failing. This fucker really doesn't give up! 

"I would never! I-," he froze and I saw his eyes behind me and I turned to see Deku holding a blanket and acting nervous. 

"Kacchan, would it be okay if I… I don't want to be alone right now," his voice was quiet and I couldn't help softening my eyes at the sight. 

"Yeah. Thinking of her?" I asked him gently and he nodded slowly before avoiding my gaze, letting me know how close he was to crying. 

"Come on then. The extra can sleep on the futon," I whispered and he nodded again but followed anyway. 

"Her? I never thought that a woman-," I punched him. I couldn't take it anymore and Auntie isn't just some woman. 

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," I seethed and even with some of our classmates nearby not one of them said anything. Not even fucking Iida. They all know that Deku is alone now and they all know what the woman meant to not just Deku but me too. I almost killed Kirishima when he tried to make fun of Deku to somehow make me feel better. I guess I was really a fucking shit show for him to even try but still. Aizawa Sensei had to use his quirk and someone else had to pry me off of him but no one missed the tears running down my face that day. Somehow that made Kirishima like me even more than before. I don't understand him at all. 

"Dude, I know you're not from around here and all that but Midoriya's mom isn't someone you can talk about like that," Kiri told him, not meeting his gaze. 

"His mother? I should meet her then-!" He started again but this time Kiri blocked my punch. 

"Bro, he doesn't know! Just go with Midobro and we'll talk to him," he yelled to get my attention and I glared at the fucker before letting out a growl of frustration and spun around and gently guided Deku to the elevator and away from the fucker. 

*** 

We were laying on my bed, Deku's face buried in my chest while he cried softly. The fucker really didn't know when to shut the fuck up! Deku was curled up as small as he could in my arms and when I heard him sniffing trying to stop his tears I turned just enough to grab some wet wipes for him to clean his face with. 

"I'm sorry Kacchan. I should be," but he couldn't finish the thought and I just pulled him in closer. 

"I miss her too. Some days seeing you is too hard, you look so much like her. While others I can't get enough of the sight. It's the only thing keeping me sane," I whispered and he slowly nodded. 

"I broke my bathroom mirror last week. I couldn't. I just couldn't," he whispered before snuggling in again. I just hushed him, letting him know that I understand because I do. It's a real curse to look so much like one parent. If it was my hag… I wouldn't put it past myself to scar my face or to find a mask. Something, anything, just so that I wouldn't see it anymore. 

The fucker had already entered but he didn't try to get into my bed. He found the futon on the floor made up for him and he kept quiet while Deku sniffled in my arms. I can't even feel good about it either. Not about this. 

***

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to Deku trying to crawl out of bed. "Did I wake you? I was just trying to go to the bathroom, I'm sorry," he smiled and I can only guess how puffy his face is. 

"It's fine," I mumbled before turning and helping him over me. "Be careful not to trip on the fucker and come back soon," I muttered still sleepy. I could hear him in the bathroom and when he came back I just held the covers up for him to climb in with me. He had gotten cold during the short time he was out of bed but I didn't complain and only pulled him closer. "Get some sleep Nerd," ended up yawning at the end but that didn't seem to matter. Not to him. He curled into me and I could finally relax again. 

*** 

Another day came and went and the fucker still insisted that he was in love with Deku. I blew up at him several times but never like when Auntie was mentioned. He wasn't dumb enough to bring her up again. Deku was cuddled in my arms again and half asleep when I heard him say something that shook my world. "I love you," it was so innocent and pure but I held him close. 

"I love you too," I kissed his forehead and the fact that he relaxed in my arms hearing the small words told me that he had been stressing out from it for a while now. Silly Deku. I know that the elf heard us just fine but he stayed silent. 

A couple hours passed by but I couldn't sleep. Why do I keep thinking about the elf? Deku mumbled something in his sleep that I couldn't make out while tossing and turning until he was pressed up against me again. 

"Silly Deku, it's time to sleep," I whispered only for him to groan in his sleep. I felt his hand grip my shirt tightly before relaxing again. 

"Kacchan… Mine…" He mumbled and I smiled at the thought. 

"All yours," I agreed and kissed his forehead again, this time though he seemed to actually settle down to sleep, his breathing deep and even. 

"Saying something like that would mean you're married where I'm from," the elf whispered, almost giving me a heart attack with how close he was. 

"The fuck do you want now?" I growled, trying not to raise my voice and wake Deku. 

"I don't understand your relationship at all. One minute you're fighting and avoiding each other like you're the plague but then in the next you're at each other's sides as if you were never apart in the first place. I don't understand," he grumbled some but seeing my own red eyes looking at Deku so tenderly was a little off putting. 

"We have a complicated past, I wish we didn't," I answered, not seeing the harm that it could possibly do by being honest. I mean he is basically me, isn't he? 

"It's obvious that you care for each other but how could you ever look at someone you love with that much hurt in your eyes?" He asked turning his focus from Deku to me. 

"What?" I asked him confused. I mean Deku I would understand but me? Hurt?

"There are times when you look at him that all I see is pain in your eyes, there is affection of course but even when you haven't been fighting I see hurt. To make it more confusing it's always there. Why? How? What happened?" 

I don't have an answer to that. I mean I know that something in my heart aches whenever I look at him but I just figured it was guilt. Could that be what he's talking about? I decided to be blunt and just ask. 

"No, I mean maybe a little but it's more like he's hurt you than you are hurting him. You really don't know?" He asked curiously. I don't know when he started running his fingers through Deku's hair but Deku seemed to like it so I didn't stop him. I don't deserve that after all. 

"Maybe it's because he looks so much like Auntie, I mean his mother. She died so suddenly, neither of us really had time to prepare for it and we haven't really had a chance to grieve since then either," I whispered, my heart wrenching just thinking about her. "There really isn't another woman in the world like her, my parents have been miserable and I had to throw a fucking fit when they wouldn't leave Deku alone. It was like they were trying to force him to take her place in their lives and it was only hurting him. It was hurting him so much," I didn't mean to squeeze, I really didn't but Deku hummed, almost purring in response before snuggling into my chest again. 

"Deku is one of a kind, perfect in every way and the idea of him leaving me behind just hurts but," I paused and I could tell that the other me was holding his breath waiting for what I would say next. "If he wants to leave I wouldn't force him to stay. I couldn't, I don't have the right. Not after our past." Why do words have to hurt so fucking much? All the fucking time? Just why? 

"What would you do if he chose to stay? With you?" I chuckled at the thought but I wasn't smiling. 

"I'll never deserve that," I answered. 

"So you would punish him for your mistakes?" 

"What? No! How would I do that?" I looked at him confused and he groaned as if he couldn't believe that I didn't know. 

"He is in love with you. The only reason I have a chance is because you and I are the same," he stated bluntly. 

"Then why are you trying to take him away?" I growled, more than irritated with everything. 

"Because I love him. I want to give him the world, cherish him, protect him, show him everything. I want to see his eyes light up in the early morning dawn, to see him bubble in his excitement, I want to see the joy that I could bring him if he decided to say yes," he answered and if it wasn't for the fact that Deku was sound asleep I would think he were talking out of his ass. I don't deserve that kind of happiness. 

"Are we the same?" I asked instead, not sure how I should take that. 

"We are, not even twins are the same as we are. My magic is drawn to you in the way that it's like I've stretched out my arm. Our past is different but we are the same," he answered as if he found it curious. 

"Then if I wanted to… Give Deku before he leaves, you wouldn't hold it against him?" I asked and his eyes snapped back up to me. 

"You think he'll leave?" 

"I've hurt him far more than should ever be allowed," I don't want to explain and he seems to understand that. 

"You want to give him your virginity, humans are so particular about their first time even if they don't seem to care about what happens afterwards," he sighed. 

"No, no one else will ever be able to touch me. I want to give him my first and only," I breathe the words, hoping that Deku was still sleeping peacefully. 

"That's a heavy burden," he spoke slowly. 

"It's the only proof that I can give him that I truly love him. But if you're ever an ass to him, if you ever hurt him so much that he wants to run away," I threatened my voice, taking a sharp turn in my rage. The thought of Deku hurting was too much to bear. "He will always have a home here, kids included since we are the same," I glared at him. I'm not above taking everything if it means Deku's happiness. He nodded slowly, understanding what I meant. I refuse to let his so-called mating bond imprison him, Deku will never be trapped. Not by him, not by anyone. 

"Then all that's left is for Izuku to choose," he answered and the way his eyes softened looking at the man I loved hurt. He is allowed to actually do that. I don't have the right. 

"Get under the covers," I grumbled and he looked surprised but he didn't question it. Instead he climbed into my bed and gently cuddled Deku's back, Deku hummed, seeming to enjoy being surrounded by both of our affection. 

I hope he can be happy. 

*** 

I woke up to Deku squeaking in surprise. I looked around to see the other me still pressed up against him in his sleep but he wasn't doing anything to actually get mad over. 

"You okay?" I asked groggy, not understanding his surprise. 

"I swear I didn't invite him into your bed, Kacchan I wouldn't. I mean-," he froze. I couldn't help myself. His flustered cuteness was too much for me and the way he melted against me at the soft contact of our lips coming together. 

"My first kiss," I whispered and his eyes seemed to dazzle at the simple sentence. I leaned forward but this time I just waited, the tip of my nose gently rubbing against his. 

"I want," he started but stopped talking. He waited but when I didn't pull away and instead seemed to cuddle closer he closed the few centimeters between us with a kiss of his own. The kisses were soft and light but at the same time not. Each one was so full of meaning that I just lost myself in his arms. 

"You want me to go," he whispered, pulling away and I saw the tears in his eyes before I even opened my eyes again. 

"I want you to be happy," I answered, not hiding it. I could hear his heart breaking from here but he didn't let the tears fall. 

"Then there is a price only you can pay," he whispered and he had my full attention. "I want something precious from you but in order to get it I have to give you something precious too." His words were slow but meaningful. I didn't interrupt him. "You wouldn't accept something like that so first you need to somehow pay for it," I tilted my head confused. What is he getting at? 

"I want my first time with you. I want to make love to you," he whispered and I felt him pressing himself against me, I felt the heat rising to my face. "But first your mouth has caused me so much pain," a bucket of cold water seemed to douse me. Right, I don't deserve that kind of-. "So now I want it to cause me pleasure," my thoughts came to a halt at that. What? 

"How?" I asked, is there something that I could actually do? 

"First tell me how much you love me, even if it's a lie," he pulled my face closer. Oh, he is steeling his heart against me. "Second I want to feel your kisses in my soul," he whispered and how in the fuck does that sound so erotic? "And third, I want you to swallow my cum. I want you to let me fill you so that no matter how much time passes a part of me will always be inside of you. A part of you." 

Fuck, erotic doesn't even seem to cover it! I kissed him. This is what he wants! This is what he needs. So I'll give it to him. "I love you," I whispered the secrets inside my heart. About how he was my reason for breathing how only he will have a place in my heart, no matter how much time passes. I saw the other me wake up but he didn't interfere, I kissed Deku with all of my love; his lips, his cheeks, his chin and nose, everywhere I could reach I was littering him with kisses. My soul felt free even as my hands gently touched him, rubbing him, caressing him in all the ways I've ever dreamed of. 

He pulled his shirt off and my kisses slowly moved from his ears that I whispered the words I've guarded for so long and down his neck. He seemed to guide me, his fingers brushing through my hair as I made my way down his body. The gentle mew like moans from his throat was too adorable and whenever I returned to kiss the lips that made them. It's only now that I realized just how hard I am. The rest of our clothes were removed and the feel of his skin against mine was almost too much. 

My kisses didn't end and when he stretched as I kissed just below his navel my focus was brought even further down. His large cock was at full mast but when I looked up I only saw that his head was already thrown back as he stretched into my kisses, his body straining for him to keep in control. I took a deep breath and kissed a little further down, just above where his belt line would have been. 

"Yes," he crooned, my eyes went back up to find his arm frozen in mid air, preventing himself from reaching any further down, his hand just short of my head. I kissed again. "So close," he mumbled, as if he were trying to hold back still. 

I went further, just above the small mass of green curls waiting and I heard him gasp out a yes. I kissed his tip and his body went rigid, my kisses slid up and down his length. His hips rocked forward and somehow his dick was in my mouth, how he timed it so it would be right as I was taking a deep breath I'll never know but now isn't the time to think about that. His cock throbbed in my mouth. His excitement got the better of him and he grabbed handfuls of my hair. He was gentle, all things considered, the thrust into my mouth were soft but only because he was holding back so much. 

I opened my mouth as far as I could and took as much of him in as I could. I could feel drool escaping me but that only seemed to turn him on more. "Ah!" He cried out, not able to stay silent anymore. His cries of bliss filled my ears and even when I felt how he was throbbing, how his muscles squeezed and retracted I didn't pull away. I swallowed. 

"Not enough," he panted from below me, his hands gently massaging my scalp while I licked, cleaned and swallowed around him. "So good, again. Don't stop," he whispered and I bobbed my head for him. It wasn't long before I felt him start to throb again. I didn't pull away, loving the sounds coming from him. It was the fourth time before I felt him pull my hair and he rolled us over so that his legs on either side of my head while he sat above me, his cock could have choked me with how he thrusted into my mouth. I gagged but even with my eyes watering he only thrusted again, too far out of his mind with pleasure to really notice. He came and this time he is panting above me. I cleaned him up as best as I could, his slightly limp but still hard cock was pulled away from me, the string of cum connecting him to my mouth snapped and I could see him getting hard again. How? Just how? 

"Yes, that mouth can cause so much pleasure," he moaned, he climbed off of me only to settle himself between my legs but when his face was above mine he didn't even hesitate to kiss me. His tongue diving in, determined to taste every corner and it's not until he is pulling my legs around his waist that I remember what else he wanted. He wants so much more than just a blow job. 

He didn't warn me. His excitement had been too much for him and he had pushed in when I was too focused on his delicious kisses. I arched back, trying to take him, the wet from my saliva wasn't enough but he let me adjust around him, my body squeezing around him until I felt him shudder in response. 

He didn't wait anymore. He pulled me in for a kiss and then his hips started to rock in and out. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, if anything it was like he had used lube inside and it made all the difference. My body spasmed, my cries were only interrupted by his tongue invading my mouth. 

"I want to cum," he moaned but he only slammed harder into me. I could have sworn that he had cum a handful of times by now but he never actually stopped for long. I feel drained, my cum trailing between us like a sticky warm lube until a few seconds later when I was crying out in bliss. 

I can't keep doing this, it feels so good but at the same time… 

"Let me help," I heard my voice and suddenly more weight was above me. 

"Kacchan?" Deku whined and suddenly he seemed to be even bigger than before. Did he grow? How? I cried out in my near stuper, and when he pulled out I was sure that it wasn't my imagination. I opened my eyes to find Deku in a deep open mouthed kiss with me. I couldn't move, it was too much. I felt him throb in me again. The noises escaping me didn't have a right to be called words. 

"Do you want to fill him? Do you want to put a baby here," I felt a hand on my lower abdomen and I saw Deku's glazed over eyes as he nodded in answer. "It's okay to cum as much as you want," my voice answered even though I couldn't use it at all. I felt Deku slam in suddenly and he cried out in his relief and I would have been screaming if I had a voice left at all. All the other times I could have sworn that he came were nothing compared to this, the rush had left me gasping for air and when I opened my eyes, I saw my own face looking back at me while Deku was still catching his breath. 

"It's okay, he isn't quite done yet. You can take it, at least tonight," he encouraged before turning Deku's face so that he could kiss him and after only seconds of what looked like a dream I felt Deku start to pull out. I would have panicked, the thought of him never touching me again was too much but then he thrusted in again. 

"I told you he wasn't done yet. He let me inside of him to complete the bond so until I finish he won't want to stop. Once I do fill him he will take over though. I don't have a desire to top him and just from watching you lose your mind over and over again I am more than willing to let him do that to me forever," he chuckled, his voice was strained, I'm sure there was some magic bullshit keeping all of this going but I don't care. All I care about is satisfying the man I love so very much. 

"He's going to cum again and again, I hope you can take it," my voice warned and as if on cue Deku cried out and my body spasmed under him. I don't care what time it is or how long we've been here. Deku wants me, I'm his. 

*** 

I woke up feeling broken. Deku had done exactly what the other me had said he would. He filled me until he couldn't take it anymore and he had cum. Deku pulled out of me and I watched him attack the other me. The way he screamed his bliss should have been upsetting but my body was still humming in pleasure and somehow it didn't hurt to see him with him. Maybe it's because we really are the same. Deku had passed out between us, still firmly pushed inside of the other me even now after who knows how long I had slept for but I couldn't stay away. 

I climbed over him and without thinking I pushed inside, waking them both up. The other me however didn't get mad, instead he was crying for Deku to go deeper and suddenly we were all moving together. Was this how it was when I was on the receiving end? Each thrust had Deku squeezing around me, pulling me closer, milking me for more until I couldn't take it anymore and I came, this time filling him. The feel of him stiffening and the way the other me cried out let me know that we all finished and after catching my breath I pulled out. 

"What the hell did I just do?" I gasped, why did I do that? Wasn't I supposed to let him go after the mating bond was done? Why did it feel like I had no control at all just now? 

"I guess that proves that we really are the same. If we weren't there is no way Izuku's body would have let you in. Who knows maybe after we leave your life will be extended a bit thanks to this," the other me seemed to be talking more to himself than either of us but somehow I'm okay with this. 

"Does that mean that I'll be bonded with Deku the rest of my life too?" I asked, almost hopeful. I know that I don't deserve him but I can't help wanting him and if all I get is this small connection to him then I think I can go on living even after he is gone. 

"That's right, although I don't know how much your life would actually be extended since you're not MY mate. Take care of yourself and who knows, you might even keep most of your youth," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I don't care about that, not really. I've seen what "youth" had done for my mother and sure it looks nice but without Deku it doesn't really matter. 

"Kacchan is mine," Deku mumbled in his sleepy exhausted state, his arms somehow wrapping around both of us and I chuckled at his cuteness. 

I love him so much. 

*** 

It's been a couple days and the other me was holding the sword out to Deku. Deku looked at me and I gave him a sad smile. He turned back to the other me and accepted the weapon. There was a bright flash surprising everyone and the other me smiled so big it hurt to look at. 

"My mate," he crooned before kissing Deku and another bright light flashed and they were gone. Simply gone, not even an indent in the grass from where they used to be and there was a sharp pain in my chest. I clutched at my chest gasping before I fell over and right before I passed out I saw our classmates and teachers running over but I don't understand why it matters. 

Deku is gone. There is no way I could mistake this emptiness for anything else. He is no longer in this world. 

I am alone.

***TO BE CONTINUED***