"He knew my name. He remembered my name. Is that bad? Did I just ruin the whole plan? He doesn't seem agitated. That must be a good thing, right? Maybe he doesn't know! It was only a name after all, right? Nothing is wrong! He's not fighting! He's just looking at me strangely. Oh no, am I muttering again? Darn it I'm muttering again! Shut up already stupid! It's only Kacchan, the hottest guy you know, brainwashed enough to actually date you! Ugh... Wait he can probably hear all this! Is he freaking out? No he's not freaking out. He's just blushing. Why is he blushing? Pull it together, Izuku!" I straighten my tie and feign confidence, looking down at him in the chair. Gosh he was so hot like this, tied up at my submission- nope. No lewd thoughts right now. There's an objective. Tell him the plan. Get him to smash you later. "Dang I'm surprisingly lucid right now. I don't feel like myself. Is it because he's here? And not his usual self? Wait I feel like middle school. That's the last time I was truly sane. Don't tell me him being out of it forced me to be the stable one? Focus!"
He looked up at me with big red eyes, softer than his usual grump persona. The way he always looks at me. He was still blushing and tilted his head to the side. Like a puppy. Gosh this was a bad idea.
"Do you always mutter? I couldn't make out what you were saying, but it must've been important." I managed to control the blush trying to take over my face as my imagination has its way with Kacchan, and regained most of my composure.
"Yes, actually. It was important. I'm supposed to give you the rundown of the plan. I was just... Prepping my thoughts. Ahem." I looked away and fiddled with the glove straps. "Do you remember a school named UA?"
He thought for a moment, before shaking his head no. That's a relief. "Well, you were enrolled for an undercover mission. The heroes truly believe you were supposed to be a hero. So, we are going to attack their school and you will be leading the charge. We want the students to know that even their best 'student' realized that heroes are nothing but a front. A legal way to kill those who don't fit the mold. It's disgusting, that societal expectations have made its way into the very law. So let's tear down those invisible walls. We've written you a speech to declare when the heroes and students are at our mercy, so they all know the truth. Sound good, Kacchan?"
He seemed to be lost in thought, processing the newfound information. I fidget with my glove straps as he stays silent.
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I stay silent as I think about the plan he's just told me. I was an undercover UA student? I guess that makes sense. So my purpose in this was to make the heroes hurt.
I understand my part in the plan, but something just feels... Off. Like this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing, that this isn't me. But it has to be, right? Something felt fuzzy. Something in the back of my skull. Like an itch you can't quite reach, but it's a memory. I see... Him. The boy in front of me. The green eyes... But they're wrong. They're hollow. They're hurt. Something whispers it's my fault...
The memory slips away before I can see anything else. It slips under the surface again, a veil of my own brain keeping me from my own thoughts. I can't even remember what I wqs thinking about before. All I know is that I'm supposed to help him. The guy with green eyes. Deku.
"Yeah, that all sounds good. I can do that." I say simply. "Um, would you mind untying me from the chair? It's kinda hurting my wrists." I say as I wiggle my hands, both tied behind me on the chair. He walks over before stopping. His face darkens and he looks away, his fingers adjusting the leather gloves on his slender hands.
"I'm terribly sorry, Kacchan, but I can't. Not right now." With that he walks out. I frown, my thoughts muddling again. Why couyhe untie me? Aren't I supposed to be just like him? Did he not like me? For some reason, the moment I thought that, a wave of emotions hit me. Some saying he was right to hate me, others begging he love me say and night. Some in-between.
I wish I could remember my history with him. Then maybe I'd actually know if he likes me or not. Even if we aren't friends, we should at least be able to work well together due to being in the same villain ring... Right?
Something about this whole thing just felt off. Just felt different. All I know is that the boy with green eyes is important to me.