He thought about it for a second, "something came up." "...Right." Kira came back, "listen Zuzu your bed is 10 times more comfy than the couch so go wash your blankets." Deku laughed and got up. When Deku was out of sight Kira ran up to me.

He looked a mix of scared, worried, panicked, and anger. He tossed me some bottle. "He's doing fucking heroine bakugo." He whispered yelled. I looked at the bottle and it was half gone. Just like that I got pissed again.

"He needs help-!" He was cut of by Deku yelling from his room. "Kira how many pillows do you want?" Deku called out from his room. "Uh t-two!" He yelled back trying to mask his emotions. "Fucking hide the shit away from him." "Right, hey Zuzu I forgot my phone in the car I'll be back okay?" "Okay!" A few seconds later Deku came back and plopped on the couch.

"You can sleep in my bed with him if you want." "...I'll pass." I notice him staring at me out of the corner on my eye. "What do you want Deku." "I'm back!" Kira came barging back in.

Half an hour later Deku and I slept in the living room. We were both on one couch. Both the couches were facing each other. "Kacchan..." I sigh and open my eyes looking at the ceiling. "What Deku." "Have you ever stopped loving me?" Of course I haven't you dumb fuck. There's been times were I sometimes wish I never met him but I never stopped loving him.

"Go to bed Deku."

I woke up to Kira making breakfast. I looked over at Deku to see him peacefully sleeping. I forgot about how he can sleep through a fucking tornado. "Morning blasty." Blasty? He grabbed two pans and walked up to Deku. He started banging the pans together.

Deku jumped up. "What the hell!?" "Your a deep sleeper." "So why didn't you just let me sleep!?" Kira shrugged his shoulders.

He scratched his head and looked around. "Oh...good morning Kacchan." He mumbled, "...right." I still can't get the thought of him doing fucking heroine. Since when and how long!?

Deku laid back down facing the other way putting the blankets over his head. Kira started making loud noises on purpose again.

Deku flailed around and threw his blanket. "Fine! I'm up!"

x-x-x-x

Deku kept being antsy. He talked non stop and really fast. He was cleaning while Kira and I stared at him. He would clean one thing than clean something else then re clean the first thing he cleaned.

His phone started to ring. He stared at the caller I.D "Okay! So... I have to go. Stay here, do whatever, I guess I'll be back." He slipped his shoes and a hoodie on and left.

Kira and I both got up knowing we had the same idea in mind. We're following him.

We follow him to this cafe place. We sat in the car and watched him through the huge windows. He sat down with some guy who looked like he was in his 40's maybe early 50's. He doesn't look like some random guy. He looks like a rich well kept guy.

His dad? "Is that-." "There's no way that's his dad." Deku smiles and acts friendly towards the guy. They talked for a little after that. When all of a sudden the guy hands Deku a white envelope.

It definitely wasn't a letter or something, "what the hell is he doing for that kind of money?" They get up and get in some car. It was a all black suv.

"What the fuck..." Kira starts the car and we tail his car.

They stop at this mansion, what the hell is he doing? They get up and Deku laughed and something the guy said. We get out of the car. "Zuzu!" We run up to the two. "Are these your friends?" Deku tilted his head.

"What are you guys doing?" "Zuzu what are you doing with some random guy!?" He smiled at Kira and hugged him. I saw Kira tense. They pulled away and both smiled at each other. "Katsuki. Let's go. Now." "The fuck, why?" "Now!" I give Deku and the guy one last look.

When we get in the car Kira laid his head on the steering wheel. "What the fuck was that about!?" "...when he hugged me his grip on me was...painful. he-...he's never done something like that to me. He told me to mind my business. For once he actually scared me....that's not my Zuzu I know."

The whole car ride it was silent. Both of us with our own thoughts.