The entire ride back to his place, Katsuki kept quiet. He didn't even bitch when Shouto started to talk and ramble on about everything going on in the club. Staring out the window, he had to wonder why his perfect weekend had gotten ruined. For a small moment, happiness had embraced him, and he took it willingly.

His cheek throbbed as did his lip. He knew his face was probably a sight, but he didn't care. He wanted so badly to crawl into a tub and just forget all of this.

Maybe it was what he deserved- maybe it was the fates finally reigning down on him. His mother knew what he did, and she warned him it would turn out badly. Katsuki remembers when his mother found out- his head hurt for hours after she had finished smacking the hell out of him. In the end they were both as hard headed as the other, and decided was best to never speak on it again, or tell his Pops.

He just wanted someone to talk too- and he longed to hear Midoriya's voice, but knew if he heard it right now, he would completely break down.

Shouto continued to ramble on, and he just stared out the window. He saw the pack of cigarettes Shouto had in the car- not the type he liked, but his pack had gotten crushed. Reaching for them, he grabbed on and lit it. It stung his lip and he felt how damn swollen his lips where. Each puff pulling at his mouth- hurting all the more.

As they arrived at his place, Katsuki went to move from the car, groaning as it hurt. Shouto quickly got out, helping him. Katsuki hated it- but dammit, he was in pain. Leaning on Shouto, they made his way into his building and up to his flat.

"You can leave now," Katsuki said, opening his door.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Shouto said, moving in with him, turning on lights that only made his head hurt.

"Just fuck off! You and your entire family," Katsuki groaned, clutching his center once more and leaning against the wall.

A sigh and Shouto ignored him, moving down the hallway and a moment later he heard the bath running. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to just be alone, but it seemed like that asshole wasn't leaving.

It was slow going, but he made his way down the hall. He knew a hot bath and some pain pills would help. Stepping into his bathroom, he saw Shouto wetting a cloth at the sink then gesturing for him to sit.

Looking in the mirror, Katsuki fought back a tear. His eye was swollen and turning colors, and his lips were swollen. He had dirt all over him and looked a damn mess. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he sighed and slumped a bit.

"Look up," Shouto said.

He had no idea why he listened, but he just sat there, allowing Shouto to gently clean his face. It stung and he wanted nothing more than to drive his fist through Shouto's chest.

"Fucking hate you and your family," he growled.

"I know," Shouto said, then ran his hand down his sore cheek. "Just stop pissing off dad, and it all goes back to normal."

"What the fuck is even normal?" he asked.

"You knew better than to date some outsider," Shouto said.

"He doesn't care what I do!" Katsuki exclaimed.

"They always say that at first," Shouto said quietly.

"Just fuck off so I can clean up!" Katsuki yelled, pushing Shouto's hand away then standing up. It hurt and his sides were screaming at him as he tried to lift his shirt over his head. Gasping and groaning, he had to stop.

"Stop," Shouto said, moving over and helping him. Katsuki growled, but did appreciate the help.

"Now fucking leave so I can strip!"

"You act as if we haven't been naked around each other… a lot," Shouto smirked.

Katsuki tried to glare at him, but his face hurt too much. Shouto raised his hands in surrender and left out the bathroom.

Kicking out his pants, he slowly sank into the warm bath. He felt every muscle in his body as he soak, then leaned his head back.

"Here, drink," Shouto said, obviously not leaving him be.

Reaching for the glass, it was vodka and Katsuki took a long drink from it. Moving around, Shouto gathered some salts and added to the water and then leaned on the counter- just staring at him, holding the bottle of vodka and taking his own sips from it.

"What?" Katsuki asked, drinking from his glass more.

"Is he really worth it?" Shouto asked.

"Not like it fucking matters," Katsuki said, sinking further into the water so is covered up to his chin. The one thing he loved about his flat was the enormous bathroom and bath it had. He could complete submerge himself.

"True…" Shouto said, "but you can focus more on work now."

"Fuck all of this," Katsuki groaned, holding his glass out for more. Shouto poured some in then took a swig for himself. "It is like you and your family hate the idea of anyone being happy."

"More so that father hates anyone he can't control," Shouto replied, then took a long swig.

Shouto had never spoken more truer words.

It was lonely that night without Katsuki with him. Midoriya had climbed into bed, and checked his phone one last time. He was fully expecting a few texts, even a call from Katsuki- but his phone had been dead silent. Usually they texted back and forth til Midoriya fell asleep. Midoriya told himself it was because Katsuki had told him he had an early meeting the next morning, so maybe he went to bed early.

A sigh and he rested his head on the pillow Katsuki had used. He didn't know why it bothered him, but he had gotten so use to those text and phone calls- was weird not having them.

Before he closed his eyes- he sent a good night text and made sure to check his phone one last time before falling asleep- mildly concerned he had received nothing back. Katsuki always texted back.

The next morning as his alarm went off- Midoriya saw his text was read, but no reply. He figured Katsuki was getting ready for his meeting and even still, he was all smiles. Looking in the mirror, he had to wonder if anyone would notice anything different in him, or if he was just imagining it all.

There were marks on his body, and as Midoriya looked in the mirror, he allowed his fingertips to graze over them, remembering how he got them, imagining how Katsuki's mouth had worked over him so many times that weekend.

One last check of his phone, and Midoriya sent another text before heading off to work. His coffee in hand and a slight skip to his step. Even the clouds in the sky could not damper his mood at all.

The moment he got in, he saw Kirishima sitting on his desk, glaring at him.

"Can't contact anyone for days, huh?" Kirishima asked.

"Katsuki stayed over," Midoriya said, with a knowing smirk. "All weekend."

"Well hell! Then all is forgiven!" Kirishima laughed, playfully punching his shoulder. "So… how was it?"

A sigh and Midoriya melted into his chair. Thinking back to just how good the weekend was- he knew that smile was plastered on his face once more.

"Man… you got it bad," Kirishima said.

"It was an amazing weekend," Midoriya sighed.

"Ohmygod! Did you…?" Kirishima was asking.

All Midoriya had to do was nod and Kirishima was laughing again. "Is it that noticeable?" he asked.

"You have the biggest, dopiest grin on your damn face!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"And you better get back to your desk before our boss writes you up!" Iida said, coming through and nudging Kirishima.

"Dude! Midoriya got laid!" Kirishima whispered.

"Yes, yes, and so did I," Iida sighed.

"You're married through," Kirishima pointed out.

"As are you, and this is not a topic for the workplace," Iida said.

"Good morning, Iida!" Midoriya said, a song in his voice and smile ever growing on his face.

"Good morning, Izuku," Iida said, "Wipe that smile off your face."

Midoriya giggled as Kirishima and Iida both left his desk. Getting his computer started, Midoriya checked his phone- still nothing.

He was cornered before he could even make it to the elevator to head down to the lunch room.

"So… tell me all about it!" Kirishima said.

"You don't need details!" Midoriya squealed.

"With a fine boyfriend such as yours… yes I do!" Kirishima said.

"I'm gonna tell Tetsutetsu!" Midoriya laughed.

A shrug and Kirishima kept on. "Oh he knows Katsuki is fine as hell!"

Midoriya checked his phone again, still nothing from Katsuki- making the smile temporarily leave his face.

"What?" Kirishima asked, seeing Midoriya stare at his phone. "Bad news?"

"More like, no news," Midoriya said. "Haven't heard from Katsuki since he left my flat yesterday."

"Obsessed much?" Kaminari asked, joining them as they stepped off the elevator.

"Usually he has texted a few times by now," Midoriya said.

"That might be true, but he might also be busy," Kirishima said.

That was at least what Midoriya was hoping.

"So, tell us what happened!" Kaminari said as they made their way to their table and settled in.

"Seriously! Did you tell everyone?" Midoriya asked Kirishima.

"Just our closest friends!" Kirishima said.

"Tell everyone what?" Mineta asked, joining them at the table.

"Midoriya got laid this weekend!" Kaminari said.

"About damn time," Mineta added.

"Hey!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Can we have one lunch without sex talk?" Iida asked.

"No!" Kirishima, Kaminari and Mineta said at the same time.

Midoriya just checked his phone once more before starting his lunch.

By the end of the work day, the good mood that had surrounded Midoriya was blanketed with worry. Katsuki still hadn't texted him, and it was odd. The last couple messages he sent had not been read either. A heavy sigh and Midoriya made his way back home. Maybe it was too much to think that after the weekend they had, that Katsuki would be texting- well, like they normally did.

Yet, there was complete silence.

Somehow he found himself on the train that led to Katsuki's place. Something was bothering him, and he had to wonder what the hell was going on. Normally, a day without a text would mean nothing, but he thought he knew Katsuki.

Midoriya found himself outside Katsuki's building and then he was in the hallway, at Katsuki's door. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and thought how silly he was being. Maybe he should go home, and wait to see if Katsuki reached out to him.

Turning on his heel, he heard Katsuki's door open, and a voice call out. "I'll go grab us some dinner!"

"Don't get that shitty soba again!" Katsuki called back.

Midoriya stood there frozen- seeing Shouto leave out Katsuki's flat. Their eyes locked and Midoriya was willing his feet to move. Why was Shouto at Katsuki's flat? Was this why Katsuki had not returned his text?

Shouto closed the door and smirked over at him. "Well hello," Shouto said, stepping up to him.

"I was… well… concerned," Midoriya stammered, then looked at his phone.

"Concerned?" Shouto asked.

"I ugh… well," Midoriya continued to stammer, holding his phone.

"Kacchan has been… busy," Shouto said, reaching out to touch the side of Midoriya's face. "Told you he likes to drop guys once he has fucked them."

Midoriya shook his head and felt tears burning in his eyes. It wasn't true! I couldn't be! There is no way anyone can have the weekend they had and just…

Or was it?

"No!" Midoriya shouted, even surprising himself.

Shouto shrugged. "You know, it only hurts more the longer you are with him."

Shaking his head, Midoriya just stood there, then the door opened and sure enough, Katsuki stepped out- a hoodie on covering his face and Midoriya longed to see his face, his expression. "What's all this damn noise?" but Katsuki stopped the moment he saw Midoriya standing in the hallway.

"I um… I texted you," Midoriya mumbled.

"I know," Katsuki said.

"Oh…" Midoriya whispered.

"Go home, Midoriya," Katsuki said, spinning on his heel and stepping back into his flat.

The tightness in his throat seemed too much- it burned and he could barely swallow. A hand on his shoulder and Shouto was leading him out.

"One of these days… people will listen to me," Shouto said.

The moment Katsuki stepped back into his flat, he leaned against the wall and took a shaking breath. He wanted nothing more that to wrap his arms around Midoriya and hold him tightly- but he knew in doing that, especially with Shouto around- would be the wrong thing to do. Pulling the hood of his sweatshirt tighter over his head- he felt himself breathing heavy and quickly.

Grabbing his phone, he saw the text Midoriya had sent, everything inside of him eating away not to answer. Midoriya was too good for him anyway. He had no idea why he kidded himself thinking it could be different.

It was that moment Katsuki allowed himself to cry. Huddled against the wall, tears falling down his face, stinging the cuts and bruises he allowed the hood over his head to hide.

He had to get this over with- he needed to protect Midoriya and his own damn family. Clutching his phone, he opened up the text stream and texted Midoriya back.

I think it is time we end this.

That was all he sent, and even as he hit send- his vision blurred from tears, a tear even falling on the screen. Seeing the text bubble pop up for a reply, he quickly blocked the number.

He couldn't live with the hurt he knew he was giving Midoriya right now.

Midoriya barely held it together as he took the train to his friend's house. The moment he walked up to the building, Kirishima was outside waiting for him, hugging him as Midoriya sobbed into his shoulder.

He had no idea how he made it up to their flat, but Tetsutetsu was also hugging him as they all sat on the couch. Midoriya couldn't even talk- just sob and scream.

"I'm gonna make some tea," Tetsutetsu said, kissing Kirishima before leaving them on the couch.

Midoriya's face was smushed into Kirishima's chest, sobbing like a damn baby. It hurt so fucking bad and he had never experienced this kind of pain before. He felt as if someone was squeezing his heart and slowly ripping it from his chest. Grabbing Kirishima's shirt, he screamed into his chest- not able to take this.

It hurt too bad.

"Midoriya," Kirishima cooed, rubbing his back and holding him tightly. "I need you to calm down some."

He couldn't talk though. All he could think of was the cold, sad eyes of Katsuki sending him away- blurred with memories of a wonderful weekend.

"I decided maybe wine was better," Tetsutetsu came, taking Midoriya from Kirishima's arms and hugging him. Holding out the glass, Tetsutetsu offered it to Midoriya, watching him drink it down. "Don't worry, you're staying here tonight, with us."

Kirishima looked lovingly over at his husband, watching as he helped calm his friend and mouthed " I love you ," to him. Midoriya was still sobbing, but slowly calming down a bit. They all curled on the couch in what Kirishima would later call a 'cuddle pile' and just held Midoriya as he went through fits of sobs.

He didn't go to work the next day. Midoriya woke up in the center of Kirishima's and Tetsutetsu's bed, his head aching and his throat raw. He knew he drank a lot, and he knew he sobbed even more. His friends didn't want him to be alone, and hugged him as he cried himself to sleep. Sitting up, he saw the bed was empty and heard rattling in the kitchen.

Slowly walking down the hallway, he saw Kirishima pouring coffee and smiled over at him. "Want some?" he asked.

"Yes, please," Midoriya said, sitting at the table, holding his head in his hands.

He felt numb today- even with his head throbbing. Kirishima set a cup down in front of him, then rubbed his shoulder. "How are you feeling today?"

All he could do was shake his head- this was the shittiest he had ever been. "Shouldn't you be at work?" he asked.

"Not when my friend has a broken heart," Kirishima said, "Though Tetsutetsu said he will try to stop by at lunch to check on you."

Midoriya quietly sobbed, his friends were too good. Even in his somber mood, there was something about knowing he had his friends to support him that helped.

"Want me to make some breakfast?" Kirishima asked.

"Not hungry," Midoriya mumbled.

"Well… then you better eat lunch then," Kirishima said.

Midoriya just sat there, staring into the cup in front of him. It was one of those that had a skull on it- saying 'Death before Decaf!' on it. It was the type of cup that Kirishima would call manly and Tetsutetsu would shake his head at.

A sob escaped him without him knowing. He didn't know he had been silently crying as he sat staring at a fucking coffee mug. Kirishima was next to him immediately, arms wrapped around him, comforting him. "Let's go in the living room," Kirishima suggested, pulling Midoriya with him as they settled in.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess," Midoriya said, wiping his eyes with his hands- feeling how puffy they were from all the crying.

"It's ok," Kirishima said, "Let's put on an action movie."

Midoriya nodded and curled into the cushions on the couch. Anything to distract him from what his heart was feeling.

Even as the movie blared around him, he could feel this ache deep inside. Even at times it was hard to breathe and he wondered how people did this. Do they just go around allowing their hearts to be broken? Why would anyone want to feel this way?

When one movie was done, Kirishima just put on another. It was around noon that Tetsutetsu showed up, some bags of food and demanding that Midoriya eat something. He sat and picked at his food- listening as Kirishima and Tetsutetsu chatted back and forth.

Their relationship always seemed so easy- though Midoriya knew they had had a rough patch at one point. It was couples like this, who worked through their issues and didn't give up that always gave Midoriya hope.

"I gotta be heading back," Tetsutetsu said, kissing Kirishima and then hugging Midoriya. "You are welcome to stay as long as you need too."

Midoriya nodded, but told himself he would go home tonight. He couldn't keep imposing on his friends like this. Especially being as pathetic as he was at this moment. He spent the afternoon with Kirishima- watching bad movies and trying his hardest not to cry.

It was all a blur to him. The minutes kept going by, and his heart only ached more. He wanted to go back to Katsuki's place- demand more answers. He had texted Katsuki asking him what happen, and why- only to get no response.

He felt there was something more the more he thought about it. It was so out of character for Katsuki to just be this way towards him. Maybe in another universe or setting, but not here.

Bidding his farewell, Midoriya slowly walked home. The sky was cloudy and rain threaten to fall. He figured it only matched his mood.

There was still something in the back of his mind that something was not right. Even with his heart aching, he had to wonder if this was what denial was.

His flat was lonely and dark. He had barely been in ten minutes when a knock was at his door. There was the smallest hope it was Katsuki on the other side- but when he opened it, he saw Kaminari and Mineta- holding pizza boxes and beer.

"We were told not to leave you alone too long," Kaminari said.

"And we were told not to tell him that!" Mineta hissed.

"Oh, right," Kaminari said.

Midoriya wanted to smile, he did have amazing friends. Letting them in, they all sat on his couch as he retold the story of what happened. Mineta kept giving him a side eye at the story and finally bursted out. "Something is off!"

"That is what I've been thinking all day," Midoriya said.

"Well I don't even know the dude… but still!" Mineta exclaimed.

"I mean… maybe he is what that Shouto said he was," Kaminari said, shrugging his shoulders. "Isn't that what hookers do?"

"No you idiot!" Mineta spit out.

"Oh…" Kaminari mumbled.

Midoriya let his thoughts run away with him once more. Were Shouto and Katsuki an item? Had they been one before? Was Shouto still pining after Katsuki? So many unanswered questions. It was odd the way Shouto showed up at the movies, then he was seen casually leaving out Katsuki's place. Something was off somewhere, he just didn't know where .

"Seriously… something isn't making sense," Mineta said, "Ok… go over it one more time… and don't leave out the juice bits from the weekend!"

"Pervert!" Kaminari giggled.

"Hey! I'm actually using this for my case!" Mineta said.

"You just want sex details," Kaminari pointed out.

"Well duh!" Mineta said, then looked back to Midoriya. "But seriously, start from the weekend… to now."

Midoriya took a deep breath, and started to explain the weekend… again. He could see Mineta was thinking hard during it all, and didn't even comment much on the sex part. At one point, Mineta even got up, his hand under his chin in deep thought as Midoriya retold the story. Stopping for a moment, his hand leaving his chin and running through his gaudy purple mohawk, Mineta turned to Midoriya. "Ok… so you said the movies… Shouto told you what?"

"That Katsuki drops guys after he fucks them…" Midoriya mumbled.

"But… even you said that Katsuki was making you wait, right?" Mineta asked.

"Well, yeah."

"Plus… you said he didn't fuck you… you fucked him," Mineta went on, though there was nothing playful in his voice, as Mineta was deep in thought.

Kaminari stayed in a state of confusion, looking between Mineta and Midoriya as they went back and forth.

"Something isn't adding up," Mineta said.

"Dude! Don't be getting his hopes up!" Kaminari whined.

A sigh and Midoriya sat back, the pizza heavy on his stomach and his mind going back numb. Retelling the story- it was almost as if he wasn't talking about himself anymore, but more so just a story.

Mineta kept pacing, then taking his beer and drinking it down. Something was off- Katsuki did not seem like the type of guy that would play Midoriya like this.

Katsuki went with Shouto to the club that afternoon. Walking into Enji's office, the pungent cigar smoke violating his lungs almost made him choke.

"Ah, Kacchan! My boy!" Enji said, moving forward and wrapping his arms around him, making Katsuki want to rip the man's organs from his body.

"What?" Katsuki said, shaking from Enji's embrace and glaring at him.

A hand tightly took his jaw, making him wince as he was still bruised. "Listen you little shit, I have you set for Thursday night into the weekend! You will be my main fucking exhibit!" Enji hissed, spit flying from his mouth onto Katsuki's face.

"Was that all?" Katsuki asked, emotionless.

Enji let go of his face and stepped back, looking Katsuki up and down. All the fight had left Katsuki- he had given into his own damn fate.

"You'll spend an hour each night in the box-then two hours working the room," Enji said.

Katsuki nodded his head and turned his head- he couldn't fucking look at Enji.

"I'll be posting it on the website tonight, it is by reservation only," Enji said.

Katsuki felt his body go numb. He hated this fucking club and he hated his life at the moment. All he could do was hold onto the memories he had of brief happiness with Midoriya.

"Fine," Katsuki said.

"Make sure you get here early," Enji said. "Shouto has some good concealer he can use on your face." Of course having a father such as Enji would mean Shouto was an expert at hiding the bruises on his face.

A nod and Katsuki just stood there- watching as Enji moved back to his chair, leaning back and puffing his cigar more.

"It's good having you back, Kacchan."

It was best not to answer- he had nothing to say anyway. Not like he had a say in his life anymore. He would move through the motions, and just wait this all out. One day he would outgrow this- and his family and Midoriya would be safe.

Shouto came in, putting his arm around Katsuki, kissing him before leading him out. Katsuki had turned off his emotions and just moved through the motions now. What was the point?

He remembered asking Midoriya if anyone was ever truly happy, and for a moment he had been. What a silly notion.

Shouto pressed him to the wall in the hallway- kissing him deeply and grinding steadily against his leg. Katsuki half ass kissed back, his hands on instinct moving to Shouto's waist- only noticing how it wasn't as small and lean as Midoriya's was.

Small moans in his ear and they sounded so wrong. He loved the way Midoriya whined and chanted his name.

"Kacchan…" Shouto said, "Let's go back to my place…"

Mineta was still pacing, even after Midoriya finished his story. Kaminari grabbed another piece of pizza, chewing noisily next to him.

"Mineta… come on, just eat," Midoriya sighed. It was no use. He had to face the facts that he just was broken up with. This shit happen everyday and right now- he was tired of thinking about it.

They all ate quietly then Mineta's phone chimed.

"Oh! An email from my favorite club!" Mineta exclaimed, then his hands started to shake as he sat there, reading the words on his screen.

"What is it?" Kaminari asked. "Don't tell me that Yaoyorozu stripper you have been lusting over is performing!?"

"Fuck…" Mineta whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"What?" Kaminari and Midoriya both asked.

Mineta stood back up, pacing and staring at his phone. "Get me your laptop!" Mineta demanded

Not even thinking, Midoriya quickly got his laptop, letting Mineta type and then he turned the screen to them all.

There is was- Club Endeavor- Special Guest on Thursday Night- Kacchan!

Midoriya just stared at the screen. He thought Katsuki was changing agencies, and he knew Katsuki hated working the club. But sure enough, he was posted on the other club's site.

"He said he was changing over to another agency," Midoriya whispered.

"I told you something was off!" Mineta exclaimed.

"I don't get it," Kaminari said.

"Shit!" Mineta said, looking back at the screen, then to Midoriya. "He is gonna be in the box."