Two Oblivious Guys In A Tree

"It all started when he was listening to Parents. . ." Gaara was seriously thinking about killing her, but if he did, Deku'd think he was a monster.

He was, but that's not the point.

"But while watching Haikyuu was where we knew." Temari smiled. "We wouldn't have come to that conclusion if he didn't clearly state he was in love with Nishinoya."

Gaara felt his face go red and he put his face in his hands, deliberately radiating death.

Deku and Temari paid it no mind.

"Nishinoya may be a fluffy ball of energy," Deku began, "but he has a weird obsession with Asahi."

Gaara moved his finger out of the way of his eye and looked at Deku.

"I prefer Tsukki." Deku grinned. "Guys like me have a thing for cans of salt."

Gaara grinned.

"You're like Yams," he said.

Deku nodded.

Temari coughed.

"So-sorry!" Deku yelped, looking intensely at Temari.

"Anyways, Kankuro and I only started betting when he drew a picture of drarry when he was seven-"

Gaara put his face beck into his hands.

He only looked to watch Deku chuckle cutely.

He put back his face after Deku shut up.

"One time though, when he was eight, he said in his sleep, yes he killed some people that's not really the point-"

"TEMARI!"

"Sorry, Gaara-kun! He said in his sleep something along the lines of, fuck math, and then it's canon that I'm supposed to date a rock, but screw that."

Gaara groaned.

Deku smiled.

"Do you know why it's called canon?" he asked Gaara.

"Uhm- why?"

"Because it ruins ships."

Deku grinned. Gaara smiled slightly.

Only slightly, though.

Deku frowned, suddenly.

"He generally avoids cursing- around me at least-" Deku said. Gaara raised his nonexistent eyebrows. "-and then he says 'f-fuck' in his sleep-" Temari chuckled.

"Yeah Kankuro is pretty against cursing, other than in extreme situations, yes he cursed when you were about to die Green Boi shut up, I think anyways, to be honest I'm not sure." She thought for a moment. "No, I cursed and he didn't tell at me. That's what I was thinking of."

Temari smirked.

"We add another dollar to the bet every year."

Deku smiled, walked over to Temari, and whispered something in her ear.

Gaara narrowed his eyes.

Temari grinned, saying, "I'll take you up on that bet."

Deku nodded and sat back down next to Gaara.

"You idiots," the redhead said.

That was almost 400 words so Imma just make this random scenes since I don't know what to do at this point :D

"I've killed like, thirty people," Gaara said after Temari explained his gayness to Deku.

Deku smiled at the ceiling, arms propping up his head, laying on Gaara's bed.

"Guess I know three people my age who tried or succeeded in killing someone."

"Three?" Gaara asked.

Deku blushed.

"My friend Iida tried to kill the person who hurt his brother." Deku grinned. "Guess you could say Tensei. . . couldn't stand it."

Deku cackled. Gaara was confused.

"What do you mean?"

Deku paled.

"Oh, erm- the guy paralyzed Tensei from the waist down."

Gaara frowned.

"Sorry," Deku said. "That was distasteful."

Gaara nodded.

"I feel like I should stand up for him, but my fridge isn't running either, so I guess it's a joint issue."

Deku snickered, and Gaara smiled. Deku didn't see it.

He didn't quite know if that was good or bad.

"Who were the other two?" Gaara asked.

"You," Deku said, "and Kacchan."

"Who did he try to kill?"

Izuku wanted to lie, so badly.

He couldn't lie.

Those sea foam green eyes bore unintentionally into his soul.

"Me," he blurted.

Crap.

"He was your childhood friend with the complex?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Aah."

Izuku noticed the contemplation, the confusion, in his eyes.

"How?" Gaara asked suddenly.

Izuku was unprepared for that.

"He told me to- uhm- jump off a roof," he said, embarrassed.

It was more sad than embarrassing, but he still felt his face grow warm.

"That's cruel," said Gaara.

"Yeah," Izuku said, thinking about his first meeting with All Might. His dreams were crushed, but it's fine.

Not like it mattered too much. He got a quirk out of it, right?

Izuku chuckled nervously.

"He did get some character development, though."

"When did it happen? The roof thing."

"When we were fourteen- around this time last year, actually."

Gaara's mouth fell into a snarl.

"Nothing can change a person so fast."

"Trauma can," Deku said.

Gaara looked at him.

"What?"

"Crap, uhm-" Deku was clearly trying to make up a lie.

"You don't have to talk about it," Gaara tried to say nicely. "If you don't want."

"Oh, ah- thanks."

"Yeah."

Gaara yawned, and felt a tear streak from his eye. He wiped it away.

"Darn, I'm sad, but I'm not that sad."

He looked at his hand, raised above his head.

Deku looked at him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Gaara felt himself smile a bit, his eyes clear and unclouded, wide and happy. "Yeah, I- I think so."

Gaara looked at Izuku.

"THAT'S SO SAD BUT SO CUTE WAAAAAAAA!" Izuku screamed, eyes literally blasting tears like a fire hydrant.

"Deku what are you-"

Izuku wrapped his arms around Gaara's neck and pulled him in, still screaming.

Gaara felt Deku hug him.

Needless to say, it was his first type of human contact in around twelve years, other than literally that morning. Though, he could barely remember that morning, so it didn't count.

He simply sat there, dumbstruck, as the green haired fire hydrant child hugged him, willingly.

Screaming, sure, but still.

It was his first non-Temari hug. (Again, other than that morning. We're disregarding that, remember?)

It felt nice.

He slowly moved his hand so it was on Deku's back, and then the other one.

Hugged Green Boi closer.

The boy in particular quit screaming, wiped his eyes, and seemed to smile, tucking his head into the crook of Gaara's neck.

The redhead was squeezing the life out of Deku, finally feeling the warmth of friendship.

He only cried a little bit.

Hate to break it to you Gaara but that's a bit more than friendship you're feeling. ONTO THE NEXT SCENE!

Deku was asleep.

Gaara was not asleep, for obvious reasons.

And he was scared.

Scared he'd fall asleep again and hurt Deku.

If he did, he'd snap.

He'd try to hurt everyone around him, or run away, or do something.

Something to make himself be. . . not a burden.

Deku doesn't deserve anything that happens or has happened to him. Gaara, after exactly one day of knowing him, knew it.

Deku was kind.

Just like Gaara used to be.

Deku is the kind of person to hand someone a ball that they dropped, and let it slide off his back if they ran away from him because he has all the friends he needs because if his kindness.

He's the kind of person who, if he accidentally hurt someone, would apologise profusely and give them medicine and stuff, and if they shut the door in his face, he'd shrug and set the bag down, walking away to his loyal friends.

It was probably unrealistic and unreasonable, because nobody would be able to let that slide off their back.

Can knives slide off your back?

No.

Neither can that, so.

Deku was muttering in his sleep, and upon closer inspection, it was something along the lines of, "if I could kill you, I would, but it's frowned upon in all fifty states."

Lyrics from Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off.

"Why does he even know that song-?" Gaara murmured, poking his arm in a kind of weird manner.

"Huh. . . Oh, hi Senpai," said Deku.

"Don't call me that. Do you know the song Wolf In Sheep's Clothing?"

"No. . . Why?"

Gaara blinked.

"Are there people you'd like to murder?"

"Yeah, why?"

Gaara blinked again.

"Because you said the words, if I could kill you I would but it's frowned upon in all fifty states."

Deku smiled slightly.

"Sorry, I was dreaming about Kacchan."

"Quick question. . ." Gaara began. "Do you actually want him dead?"

Deku thought for a moment.

"No, I- I don't think I do." Gaara raised his lack of eyebrows for an explanation.

"He's a piece of trash, sure, but he still has a life, family and friends that look up to him and love him and think he's the world-" he paused. "The selfish wants or needs of a person doesn't give anyone permission to destroy any of that."

Gaara felt his heart soften to the contemplative boy.

"If by some mysterious circumstances he were to die, though, I'd only cry for a day and be done with it."

Gaara's face broke into a smile.

"That sounds right."

Deku smirked.

Gaara froze when he realized his hand was reaching out toward Deku.

"Gaara-kun, what are you-"

The redhead felt Deku's fluffy green hair under his fingertips.

Deku turned seventeen shades of red.

"GAARA-KUN WHAT ARE YOU-"

"You're kind of cute," he said. "Like a bunny."

Gaara's face was tinted pink.

Deku fainted.

"Oh-"

That one paragraph was the deepest thing I've ever written and probably ever will write. You have witnessed history, my friend. Now go, be productive. Yes reading this counts as productive considering I find writing it to be productive as well.

Izuku sat up quickly, his face pink. He was unsure why.

"Are you okay?" Gaara asked.

His mouth went dry and the moisture went to his hands, and they started sweating.

"I- um- you- I- we- that was- uhm- r-rock m-m-music?"

Gaara stared at him.

"Are you dying?"

Izuku checked the pulse on his neck.

It was going way too fast to be normal.

"Probably," he said.

"Can I-?"

"Ahm- yeah. Sure."

Gaara placed his pointer and middle finger on the side of Izuku's neck.

It felt sparky.

"It seems to be going faster. . . You're sweating."

Izuku wiped his forehead. It was a bit damp.

"Oh- it- it's probably nothing- I'll be fine-" He did a nervous laugh, irrationally aware of his contact with his uhm-

Friend.

Gaara's face fell slightly.

"Frick," he said.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Izuku.

"N-no."

He took his hand back, his pretty eyes wide.

"G-Gaara-kun- what are you-"

"Friiick-" the redhead said, dragging out the "rick."

Izuku was confused, but then his eyes widened in realization.

"Gaara-kun what are you cursing- not that that counts as cursing I just don't know what to call it- about?"

Gaara stared at his hand.

Izuku looked at the hand he was looking at.

"Is there something wrong with your hand?"

Gaara shook his head, red hair kind of floating outwards in an adorable way-

"OH MY GOD SHUT THE HECK UP!" Izuku screamed, slapping himself in the face.

"DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" screamed Gaara.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"WHY NOT!?"

"BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT!"

Temari walked into the bedroom, her eyes narrowed.

"I'm not going to have to owe twenty dollars am I?" she asked.

"NO MISS!" both Deku and Gaara screamed.

Temari rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Mkay. Imma go watch Dragon Ball and turn on music to full volume, just in case."

Izuku fell onto the floor from the bed.

Gaara reached out to catch him, and failed.

"Yeah," said Temari. "You do your thing."

Just learned how to do line breaks :3