𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

notice me senpai

♡dekubaku
♡bakugou is in class 2-a and deku is in class 3-a :)
♡nostalgic moment
♡srry this is late. had a... really, really hard time writing this ;-; (this is a Valentine's Day special if ya'll didn't know :)))
♡also... meats and pie-

The first time I had saw him, was during the first day of introducing ourselves at UA.

His name was Izuku Midoriya. I like to call him Deku, since.. well... he looks like a Deku.

But anways, when I first took a first glance at him, I had felt something that I never felt before. Something that everyone says feels weird. As if I had butterflies in my stomach.

A crush.

I didn't like the way it felt. It felt... weird. I wanted it to go away. But it wouldn't go away as long as I have him on my mind and when he's 2 feet away from me. Sometimes, it doesn't even have to be 2 feet away.

He smells so good.

He looks so good.

I just... want him all to myself...

Why won't you notice me, Senpai?

♥

He's in Class 3-A.

He's a year older than me. 17 and 18 is alright, right?

Right...

I shake my head, checking on what Deku (well... not his name but who gives two fucks?) with my binoculars. Tank top with shorts. Was he training or is that something he wears on the daily? I wonder. Ugh, fucking hell.

This was so stupid.

But... then... this feeling... why won't it go away? Make it go away...

I don't want to feel this way anymore...

♥

I need a picture of him. I thought one day in class. I need a picture of Deku. Why though? I don't need a picture of him. I don't need a picture of him. I don't, I remind myself. It's bad enough I have an obsession with the damn nerd. I don't want to take it too far...

But then again... I do want to see his face everyday. Not with binoculars and around corners with the feeling him or his friends might see me...

Ugh, picture it is I guess.

♥

"Hey, Bakubro! Whatcha doin?" Shitty Hair appears behind me and I jump, closing my gallery on my phone, I scowled at the red head. "What is it, Shitty Hair?"

"Valentine's Day is 3 days away. Who are you going for?"

"I dunno.." I mumble, looking back down. Valentine's Day never crossed my mind in a while (it's been 2 years, bitch tf you mean a while).

Shitty Hair smiles. "Weeeell, I was wondering if you weren't busy-"

"Ei, if I have to blast this in your damn face.. no I do not want to go to your fuckin sleepover." I growl.