Bakugo has been racking his brain for the past week about how to confront his mother about the horrible acts she did with Izuku. He isn't sure how to address them, but he knows that the conversation has to happen. Especially if he is going to get any closure for his friend...
'Friend huh? I haven't called him that since we were children, and even then I never really saw him as a friend but more of someone how tagged along. As well as the conversation with his mother, I also needed to talk to Ururaka about our relationship... We haven't really spoken to each other since Izuku got out of the hospital...'
As i walked into the dorm, Ururaka was sitting on the couch, watching some of the other students play a board game. She noticed me looking at her and he nodded, gesturing for her to follow him. She hesitated for a moment, before nodding back and getting up. She followed me down the hallway, out of earshot. I turned to talk to her, "We need to talk about some stuff..." She shook her head in agreement. "It's been nearly a month since Izuku got out of the hospital, and ever since it feels like you have been avoiding me." I reached out and grabbed her hand, felling the pads on her fingers for her quirk. "I want you to know that I didn't start dating you out of spite for Izuku... I really do care for you, Ochako. And I want you to know that I understand if you don't want to be with me because we were the cause of his accident." She began to tremble slightly, her eyes watering.
*Ochako's POV*
'I'm glad the he said it, because I do feel guilty. Guilty for lying to him for so long, and for not being able to tell him that I love Bakugo. And I still love him, but I still love Deku too. And I don't know if I want to be with Bakugo anymore... I want my Izu back.'
My thoughts were interrupted by Bakugo coughing, getting my attention. "You still love him, don't you?" My looked away from him, answering his question. When I looked at him, I saw a look that I had only seen on him once before. When he learned that Izuku had tried to kill himself, he was genuinely sad. And there it was again. The look of pain and agony. I shook my head. "Izuku doesn't love me, and I don't want to put him through that same situation by trying to be with him and still loving you." I leaned forward and kissed him, and he froze for a moment before pulling me close and kissing me back.
'I am sorry Bakugo... But I want my Izu back.'
*Time skip*
*Izuku's POV*
I was currently engaged in a heated make out session with Momo when a knock rang through my room. I started to get up, but Momo pushed me back down saying that she would get it. She quickly buttoned her shirt back up and opened the door. I looked past her to see Ochako. And she wasn't happy. "Hey Momo. Can I talk to Izuku for a second? Alone." I could see Momo flinch for a moment, and quickly regained her composure. "Anything you want to say to Izuku you can say to me as well." Ochako went stiff for a moment, no doubt in frustration because of Momo's comment. The room was quiet for a moment, before her voice rung out. "He is mine..." My eyes grew wife as her words hit me. And then, she continued, "He belongs to me. Not to some bitch that could never understand him... But with me, the one who showed him that it is okay to love." She pushed past a shocked Momo and entered the room. "I even went and spoke to Bakugo's mother. She helped enlighten me on My Izu... As she slowly walked towards the bed, she uttered a single word. "Red."
'And instantly I was back at that place, the burning sensation of nails being scraped against my chest, as well as the unimaginable pleasure coming from being balls deep in Mitsuki. Her pants and moans drove me over the edge. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed her-'
I was pulled back to reality with a deafening slap. I looked up to see that Momo had hit Ochako square in the face. I saw Ochako raise her fist and in an instant, i had moved across the room and in the way of her strike. She hit me right in the jaw, and she immediately jumped back. She was horrified and quickly exited the room. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet. Momo grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't hungry like her usual ones, but slow and passionate. She wanted me to feel this one. She pulled back, and looked deep into my eyes, "She had no right to say that word to you. She knew what it would do to you..." I whispered, "I never told her my keyword." 'It must have been Mitsuki... But why would she tell her at, and what else does she know?'