●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|8| Didn't Expect You To Love Me Anyways

As the class packed up their belongings, Ashido turned to Midoriya. "Hey, not to be a party pooper or anything, but what's with your face-" the pink alien-like girl was cut off by a glare from Katsuki and a quick excuse.

"The nerd's a clumsy idiot and fell onto a desk. Banged his cheek on it. Can we go now? I swear I lose brain cells every minute I talk to you." The blonde remarked, grabbing Izuku's elbow and dragging him out the classroom without another word. Izuku smiled and let the boy drag him wherever, not minding that the blonde was in complete control. The two exited the building and walked down the street, side by side. Katsuki stuffed his hands into his pockets, while Izuku might as well have been skipping like a child.

"Izuku. Where do you live? Well, what I mean is where does the old lady live?" Katsuki turned to the greenette, who titled his head in confusion at his words.

"Why do you need to know that, Kacchan?" The taller male rolled his eyes and looked at the smaller imploringly.

"Because, Izuku. What if you get hurt badly, and I need to come get you? I don't trust that woman." Izuku smiled and stepped over to the edge of the sidewalk, balancing on the curb as he went.

"I doubt it'll come to that, Kacchan. And... you know you can still call me Deku, right? I'll admit, it's really nice to hear you call me Izuku, but it's okay if you still want to call me Deku." The freckled teen playfully wobbled on the curb as Katsuki gave a not-really-real glare.

"Tell me Izuku... does everyone else call you Deku?" Izuku looked at the blonde, confused.

"Well duh. It's my nickname, and hero name." Katsuki smirked. Izuku was truly confused as to what the other was doing, but that didn't mean he didn't want to jump up and down every time the blonde called him Izuku.

"Exactly. We've known each other since diapers, and I came up with the name Deku, but now everyone calls you that. So, I'm going to call you Izuku, because no one else does. Deal with it, nerd." Happiness bloomed in Izuku's eyes as he bounded over to Katsuki, completely disregarding  his game.

"Does this mean I get to call you Katsuki?"

"Hell no, nerd! It's weird to hear you say that!"

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Five months. So far, Izuku had been living with Siomachi for five months, and nothing was getting better at that house. Siomachi had started to make him 'earn his stay' by having him give her a portion of the money he made (like, half of it) and cook dinner regularly. Something new he learned after the first time he had really screwed up; the woman had a short fuse. One little slip up was all it took to set her off, and the anger was more often than not directed to her grandson.

Izuku had gotten a lot better at applying makeup and hiding bruises.

But outside of the house, it was so much better than before. He and Katsuki were steadily becoming like they were when they were kids, getting closer each day as Izuku slowly told Katsuki the entire story of what had really happened. Katsuki had made a point to stop calling him Deku, and had defended him multiple times when Izuku was confronted with uncomfortable questions. Almost every day, he walked Izuku to his residence, cracking jokes and holding up conversations to distract him from the current problems. While it had been awkward at first, the two not knowing how to interact with the other, they soon became best friends again after a month or two. Which greatly confused the rest of the class.