Everyone thinks Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya is this innocent little cinnamon roll. But what happens when he gets a call in the middle of class?
Warning:
Swearing
Smut
Gayness
Gore
Abuse
Self-harm
Alcohol
Smoking
I was heading to the tattoo parlor (I think that's what it's called, Idk) for a new piercing, when I saw someone with familiar fluffy green hair head into it with five other people. They all looked a little sketchy, but who do you expect to go into a fucking tattoo parlor?
I walk in, and sure enough, there he is, the shitty cinnamon roll of UA, in a fucking tattoo parlor. Wearing a fucking crop top, booty shorts, and lace up heels.
I tap him on the shoulder and wait for him to turn around. Sure enough, he knows he's in deep shit when he sees who it is.
"H-hey, Kacchan," Deku says.
I cross my arms. "What the fuck are you doing in fucking tattoo parlor wearing that?"
Deku seemed to give up on something. He takes a deep breathe and looks me in the eyes.
Izuku's POV:
"I am getting some tattoos and piercings. And I like dressing like this. You got a fucking problem with that?" I say, crossing my arms.
Bakugou semantic be slightly shocked at me cussing and actually talking back to him. "N-no. I was curious, that's all. But why the fuck are you getting tattoos and piercings? It doesn't seem like you."
I smirk. "Oh, Katsuki~. You know nothing about me."
With that, I turn on my heel and walk towards my friends who are still looking through stuff. I decide on 3 tattoos. I will do the piercings later.
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This one is on my side.
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This one is placed on my collarbone.
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