Occurrence

Chapter 15: Middle School- Year 3

Two updates in one day? Yes. Why? Because it's a way to distract from the shitty situation that the world is currently in. Keep calm and don't buy all the loo roll. Izuku's a bit OOC in the latter half of this chapter. 

The break between my 2nd and 3rd year was spent training, studying, swimming with Kyoka and crying about Kacchan. The last day of school echoed around my head constantly throughout the entire break. Kacchan accusing me of betraying him and then listening to Akashi of all people. I doubt Kacchan knew what Akashi did to Kyoka, if he did then I'm fairly certain Akashi would have been in the hospital. It just hurt me to know that Kacchan seemingly trusted an abusing scumbag over a friend he'd had since he was a child. Kyoka comforted me and reassured me that Kacchan would come to his senses once he realised Akashi was lying, but I had my doubts.

The first two months of school were a living nightmare for me. Kacchan didn't actually do anything to me, he just gave me the cold shoulder. Which, somehow, hurt me even more than any screaming, yelling or abuse could. I was tempted, once or twice, to start a fight with him, just to get even an ounce of attention from him. Thinking back on it now, it resembled the behaviour of a child who wanted their parent's attention. Well, that was a weird analogy. Not the point. The point is, my life felt colourless and dull without Kacchan by my side. We hadn't been as close since starting middle school, but we'd still been on good terms. I missed his anger and explosive temper. Every day I hoped and dreamed that Kacchan would return back to me and apologise, but he never did.

"Thanks, Kyoka. I'll see you tomorrow!" I yelled down the road. Kyoka beamed back at me and waved before she began to trot down the pavement towards her house/ parent's music studio. When Kyoka, Kacchan and I had still been really close, I would go to Kyoka's house nearly every day after school so that we could play music together. The nostalgic memories of Kacchan hitting the drums at rapid speed, Kyoka strumming the base carefully with a gentle smile on her face and my fingers coming away from the neck of my guitar with red lines on them brought a tear to my eye. I wished fervently that we could go back to those days. I shook my head slightly to focus back into real life before I slowly began to meander towards Dagobah beach.

I expected to be alone when I arrived, even though I had finished clearing the beach a while before and people occasionally took a stroll on the sand, people didn't really frequent the beach at the times which I trained. What I didn't expect to see was Kacchan blasting huge explosions every which way. My peppy step faltered upon seeing the ruby eyed demon. I hadn't seen him properly since the previous day; upon seeing him, my eyes watered and my throat constricted. I had hoped that if I turned around fast enough and high tailed it out if there, he wouldn't notice I was there. But Lady Fortuna wasn't on my side that day, or any other day it seemed.  

"Deku!" Kacchan growled venomously. I flinched. Hard. He didn't call me 'Deku' very often, but when he did, it shattered me. "H-hi Kacchan. I'm sorry about this. I'll leave if you want." I whispered, already beginning to scurry away. It shames me deeply that I was ever scared of Kacchan. He may be a tiny bit of a bully, but only because he is shit at communicating his emotions. My cowardly retreat was stopped by Katsuki's strong voice speaking. "Stop right there, Izuku. I... Tell me what's actually happening. Akashi told me you were talking shit but if you were then Kyoka wouldn't be hanging out with you. Plus they broke up, Akashi and Kyoka-chan I mean. You're not one to shit talk, Izuku, so tell me what's going on." Kacchan said, his eyes never once left mine. His gaze was predatory, but in it, I could see a yearning to understand. "No, Kacchan. I'd never be mean to you, especially behind your back. Akashi is just mad because I caught him abusing Kyok-"I tried to cut myself off but everything just spewed from my mouth like a broken tap. Even from 100m away I could see Kacchan's vermillion eyes widen and then darken dangerously. I knew I had said too much. "Wait!" I shouted, but it was too late, Kacchan had rocketed away, leaving a dented beach in his wake.