"Shouto, what are you doing here?" Izuku exclaimed, completely bypassing the fact that there was currently a sword at Katsuki's throat.
"You know this fucker Deku," Katsuki asked. He figured that if Izuku was ignoring his peril then he might as well follow suite, while staying incredibly still. Izuku's lips turned down for a second at the tone in which Katsuki spoke his nickname.
"He was, or I guess is, my friend, I think."
"You think?" Katsuki screeched. "Could you call him off then?" Izuku seemed to notice the sword for the first time.
"Shouto, why are you threatening Kacchan." He gasped.
"K-Kacchan?" Shouto spluttered, pulling back and almost dropping his sword in the process.
"Fine," Izuku rolled his eyes. "Why are you threatening Katsuki Bakugou, Demon King extraordinaire."
"I'm saving you?" Shouto said, sounding far more unsure than anything else.
"And what part of this situation makes you think I need saving?" Izuku asked, one hand on his hip.
Shouto give him a downtrodden look that almost, almost made him feel bad. Only almost though, Izuku was already annoyed about the moment being interrupted before he realised that it was somebody trying to save him. It's like everybody thought he was some sort of damsel in distress. God it made him made.
Shouto waved his sword in the vague direction of the rest of the castle, pausing on the weapons and the skulls of random mythical beasts that decorated the walls of the throne room. Izuku raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"The Demon King and-and you know like-uh-other things," he paused and took a deep breath. "Your father sa-" he tried to continue only to be cut of by Izuku's rising rage.
"So what your saying is that my father sent you."
"Well not exac-" Shouto spluttered, unable to get a word in edgeways.
"He did though didn't he. He sent you to come and kill Katsuki, carry me straight back to him like some fucking helpless loser so that he can lock me back in my goddamn tower until you marry me against my will." Izuku spat the words as though they tasted disgusting in his mouth, voice raising in volume with every word until he was yelling.
"No-no I don-" Shoto protested.
Angry tears began to stream down his face and his voice was almost a whisper when he spoke next.
"You knew, you know how I feel about this Shou. I thought you were my fucking friend but all this time you were just like the rest of them."
With that he turned and ran out of the room, leaving two shocked men behind him.
—
Katsuki really didn't know how to feel. Emotions entered his brain like lightning and left just as quick, leaving him desperately trying to patch together some sort of coherent thought or action that wasn't to immediately collapse in on himself.
"I" He started and stopped, realising that he had nothing to say. No reaction could sum up what he'd just seen, the emotion in Izuku's voice as he practically screamed at the two toned man standing next to him.
"You." Katsuki fumed, giving up on sorting through his thoughts and allowing anger to creep through the cracks in his carefully constructed defence.
"What the hell was that!?" He seethed, turning on Shouto with explosions crackling dangerously in his palms. He strode forward and in seconds was almost on top of Shouto with a fist of his shirt in his hand.
Shouto's face remained blank and washed out. His eyes were faded and lacked life and his body was limp in Katsuki's grip.
"Answer me you fucking bastard," he yelled almost directly into Shouto's ear.
Still their was no reaction.
Screaming in frustration, Katsuki threw Shouto against the wall and watched him crumble to the floor in a pile of limbs.
"Fine, fucking be like that," he snarled before turning and storming after Izuku.
—
Izuku didn't pay any attention to where he was going, he could have turned five corners or fifty for all he knew. He wanted to kick and scream and slam his fist into the ground. He wanted to challenge God and at the same time to lie curled in a ball in the corner of his room.
He wanted to run forever.