I legit forgot I hadn't updated this to the recent chapters... So there'll be like 3 more updates coming and then y'all will be on the same page as ao3

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(Bakugou's P.O.V)

If it wasn't already clear, I know shit about how to comfort someone, or how to talk about problems. I am a master of keeping everything in and then releasing it all onto villain fucks. So I was majorly out of my comfort zone when Shoto started bawling on my shoulder, but I toughed it out and sat in silence while he tried to get a grip.

If there was one good thing that came out of this it would be the fact that we didn't sleep the day away. The light from the morning sun was shining into my room and I could hear the bustling outdoors from where I sat.

"Hey, you okay now, fuckface?" I asked, hoping that he'd take the hint to stop crying on me.

"Yeah, thanks." He replied as he wiped his face off with his shirt. "You have anything you want to do today?"

"Hmm." Thinking for a few seconds, I racked my brain for any reminder if need to go outside, but I found none, "I don't think so, why is there something you wanna fucking do?" Standing up I made my way to my drawers and pulled out a random shirt.

"No, well not really." He answered as I threw my shirt off into a corner of my room. Shoto was being awfully quiet, but who knows, maybe he was actually using his mind for once and thinking. I pulled my clean shirt on, yanking it over my head to see Shoto just sitting there. Totally zoned out.

"You alive over there, dumbass?" I called, waving my hand in front of his face.

He jumped in his seat, then slowly met my eyes, "Yes?"

"You zoned out dipshit. What the hell, is not the first time you've seen me without a shirt, hell you've seen all the boys in our class without their shirt, you should be used to it." I claimed as I threw him his uniform that the hag tossed into the wash the other day, "Anyways, c'mon, I can't deal with all this. So we're going to walk around, maybe beat up a few people behind alleyways for fun, and then you are going to spill whatever made you drench my shoulder in your stupid tears. Okay?"

He changed shirts slowly as he replied, "I guess, also I know that I should be used to you changing, but it's just, I guess it just feels different now. I can't explain it."

"Alright, whatever, keep your secrets. But let's go already." He moved like molasses, I was so ready to just grab him and drag him down the stairs. But, I didn't.

Grabbing my stuff from my room, he followed me out as we waddled downstairs to get our shoes and any other thing that seemed important. Luckily, the hag and the old man weren't awake yet, so there was nothing slowing us down, or causing an everlasting headache.

We slipped our shoes on, then quietly stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind us - praying that the hag still didn't have superhuman hearing - then locked it shut.

We strolled, not going anywhere in particular, just doing our own fuckass thing. Although I would notice his sorry ass glancing at my swaying hands, if he's too chicken to try and hold them (even though I keep threatening to break his) then I'm not gonna mention it, once he grows a set maybe I'll stop threatening him... maybe.

There wasn't much nearby that we didn't already do, it's not the most exciting part of town. But, we continued walking, in boring, unchanging silence. 'Ugh. Fuck this!'

"Hey, Shoto. Could ya now tell me what the living hell was going on? I'd love a good reason for why I ended up on the floor."

I watched as he searched around, looking for something, "I don't want to talk about it." He went back to walking in silence, but like hell, I'm gonna let that slide. Nu-uh, not in a million years.

Instead, I grabbed his wrist tight and lead him to the nearest bench. (Which, lucky for him, there was one just down the street). I pushed him onto the seat and sat with my legs on him, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to run away. "I am going to ask one more time, then I'm going to force it out of you. What the hell was going on this morning?"

He fought to remove my legs, but I'm too strong for that. "I don't want to tell you." He forced out, assuming that that would be a good enough answer for me, and it would be if I didn't care so fucking much.

"I don't care. I thought one of the things people do when they're together is lean on the other. I don't care how fucking weak you think you are, I just want to know what the fuck is going on in your head!" He stopped his fighting as I continued, "The Shitty Nerd, and my group of idiots are always complaining about how 'expressing your feelings is healthy' and 'manly' and all that shit. Personally, I think it's a waste of time, but that's because I have my own, if marginally illegal, way of sorting through my crap. You, however, don't. So we are not moving from this spot until you spill everything, and then I kick you for thinking such stupid, trivial things. Okay? Okay." I finished with finality.

He resigned with a sigh of defeat, letting his posture relax, resting back on the bench, he started. "It's stupid, I know that, but I had this nightmare/horrible future possibility. No matter what I did it was never enough. I watched you die multiple times, but I was too downtrodden to even do anything. I'm not used to any of this, so I don't know what to expect from it.

"Like, what if you get taken? How am I going to live with myself if you die, when I should be right by your side protecting you?

"And what would my father do or say. He has the power to do anything, he could probably get you kicked out of U.A. or even thrown in prison for any manner he deemed right. He could hurt you worse than anyone, I don't want that.

"What if I can't protect you, what if I'm just not the right person. I don't know how to handle people, I don't even know how to hang around my friends without making everything awkward. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"For starters," I said, "stop your whining." Removing my legs I shuffled closer to him.

"Secondly, no one can beat me, steal me, kill me - anything - because I'll burn their asses before they even have a chance. I can protect my own ass, that's part of what being a hero freaking is. So don't give me none of this 'ohhh but what if you can't protect me' shit. You're strong as hell, I'm strong as hell, if anything they'll be using any other classmate as hostages because if they even studied basic chemistry they should know that my quirk is extremely volatile and susceptible to extreme heat. They'll be turned into villain-barbecue if we even dare combine our quirks on them."

Finally, he began to smile and look alive. "Lastly, I already know your awkward as all fuck, and yet I still agreed to go out with you, so what does that say for me? It says, 'I don't fucking care' got it? Next time, if you even think I'm not strong enough to cover my own ass, then I will push you out the window and hope you can fly." I stood up and grabbed his hand, gently pulling him up too.

Kicking him in the shin, I grinned at him, hoping that he at least listened to what I was spouting (because I am never doing that again). Keeping ahold of his hand I laughed as he groaned in pain, asking why I kicked him, to which I responded with the fact that I said I'd do it before this spiel began. That shut him up.

We continued our walk, this time hands clasped together, and without a murky cloud overhead.

"You know, you'd actually be a really good therapist - if you stopped cursing, and calling people idiots and all that, but still."

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I do anything of the sort. I'm a special, one of a kind, type of therapist. One that beats you into thinking better."

"Yeah, that's true."

We made our way to a busier part of town, with shops and people and almost anything you could think of. Todoroki's phone buzzed in his pocket, I watched as he pulled it out and examined it. He typed something, then pocketed it again. We continued to walk around.

"Who the Fuck was that?" I questioned for no real reason.

"Oh, it was Midoriya. He wanted to know if I had any plans for the last few days before we go back to school."

"And…?"

"I said I didn't, then asked if he wanted to meet up."

I screeched to a halt, glaring at him, "You invited the fucking nerd? No, I am not dealing with his whiny ass, so you are going to tell him that something came up and you died. Got it?"

"Sorry, but no. You can deal with him for an hour, at least. Or else I will be going home, and you'll have to deal with that. Now come on, I said I'd meet him on the street corner in a few minutes."

"Nooooo." I complained while he took to dragging me across the street. Like hell I'm gonna deal with this, the second I see that bastard I am going to punch his lights out. As All Might as my witness, it shall be done.