Chapter Summary: Katsuki visits Kirishima in the hospital. There is also some bloodshed.
Chapter 12: Unbreaking the Unbreakable
Kirishima is immediately airlifted to the hospital due to the severity of his injuries.
While waiting for the paramedics, Recovery Girl attends to Kirishima although her Quirk's reliance on a patient's life energy limits how much treatment she can provide. The traumatic injury Kirishima had sustained meant the amount of life energy required to heal him would have certainly killed him. Regardless, Recovery Girl does what she could as the first responder on the scene.
The concern among the teachers and students for Kirishima's wellbeing is palpable. Sero and Todoroki appear stunned, Mina, Midoriya and Denki openly sob, Jirou and one of the support teachers attend to Koda who has collapsed from the sight of so much blood. Most of the other students simply watch anxiously; some of them had previously tried to assist but Aizawa had sternly rebuked them for distracting Recovery Girl when she was trying to work.
Throughout the proceedings Katsuki remains confined, though it seems that Aizawa does not hold Katsuki's outburst against him. He continues to strain against Aizawa's capture weapon until the helicopter disappears into the distance. He's only released when Aizawa deems that he has calmed down enough to no longer be a danger to others or himself. The moment Aizawa dismisses him, Katsuki runs towards the main gate, quickly dialing a number on his phone as he goes. Nobody tries to stop him even though he's leaving campus in the middle of a school day without permission.
His journey to the local hospital passes in a blur. Upon arrival he panics when the hospital reception insists they have no record for Ejirou Kirishima. This along with the amount of blood Kirishima left behind at UA alludes to an unspeakable conclusion.
Mercifully, Katsuki eventually discovers the reason the hospital in Musutafu doesn't have Kirishima registered. Apparently the first responders instantly decided to transport Kirishima to a different prefecture with renowned acute care specialists due to his critical condition.
Desperate to get to the hospital where Kirishima is actually located as soon as possible, Katsuki immediately arranges for a taxi. Picking up on his stress, the driver does not attempt to engage him in conversation. In fact he only speaks to confirm the destination on departure and the price upon arrival. When Katsuki has calmed down enough to review the cost of the ride, he is going to find himself supremely grateful that he has access to his father's credit card for emergencies. However, now in this moment, his concern for Kirishima overrides his ability to comprehend the exorbitant cost. Katsuki sprints inside only to learn he still can't see Kirishima. Despondent, Katsuki slumps in a waiting room chair, trying to ignore how disinfectant invades his nostrils alongside the signature stuffy scent that hospitals are known for. However, the strongest scent is that of fear. The way it leaks from everyone's pores overwhelms the waiting room. Though difficult, Katsuki resists the urge to let out a few miniature explosions to deal with his anxiety, instead settling for incessantly bouncing his leg as he sits. With patience he didn't know he possessed, Katsuki waits for hours while the surgeons tirelessly work to save his friend.
At some point Kirishima's parents arrive. Time has lost all meaning so he couldn't say if they appeared minutes or hours after he did. Katsuki recognises that Kirishima's parents will be the ones given the most up-to-date information about Kirishima's condition yet he's still reluctant to go over to them. Ignoring his inner turmoil he awkwardly announces his presence and sits next to them. He's unable to meet their eyes, terrified that they'll somehow see that he's to blame for Kirishima's suffering. That they thank him for being such a good friend to Kirishima makes him feel like a fraud.
Several more hours pass before they are informed that Kirishima is out of intensive surgery in an induced coma. By all accounts the surgery went well. It is good news and almost in unison Kirishima's parents breathe a loud sigh of relief. Katsuki's signature scowl belies that he is also relieved, it is just that the heavy weight of his guilt prevents him from expressing it externally. Luckily, Kirishima's parents don't interpret his subdued reaction negatively as they are already accustomed to their son's surly bestfriend.
It therefore isn't surprising when Kirishima's mother insists that Katsuki join them when they see Kirishima for the first time. Katsuki blanches and then quickly declines.
It's my fault he's here. I don't deserve to see him.
Katsuki politely tells them they should go in first given they're his immediate family. The assisting nurse overhears, gives Katsuki the side-eyes and starts to inform them that only family members are currently cleared to visit Kirishima.
"Katsuki is family and he better be allowed in to see our son even if we aren't here," Kirishima's mother angrily retorts.
Upon hearing this a lump sticks in Katsuki's throat and he tries not to get too over-emotional. He still lets the Kirishimas have some time with their son first before he joins them. When Katsuki finally sees Kirishima, lying in bed, covered in bandages and surrounded by hospital machinery, it is all he can do to prevent his legs from buckling beneath him.
Later, Kirishima's parents are kind enough to allow him to spend a moment alone with their son. The steady beep of Kirishima's heart rate monitor is comforting, in a way the consistent audible bouts of pressurized air from the ventilator isn't. Chewing his lip in distress, Katsuki hesitantly brushes a calloused hand through Kirishima's hair. Now that he knows the other dyes it, he can see that his roots are starting to come through.
"Why do I have to be the one awake while you're still goddamn asleep?"
Then with less bite, "I'm sorry," he whispers, thoroughly distraught.
Rhythmic beeps from the heart rate monitor is Kirishima's only response.
.
.
Katsuki and Kirishima's parents keep a bedside vigil all night. The next day Katsuki skips class again, dedicated to permanently staying by Kirishima's side until he wakes up. He only leaves to go to the bathroom and occasionally to give Kirishima's parents privacy. Mostly they all just sit together watching the rise and fall of Kirishima's chest.
The continued kindness from Kirishima's parents makes Katsuki feel so awful that he curls on the floor and howls in anguish when they leave.
He's found by one of the nurses assigned to Kirishima's ward. The man's gentle reassurances wash over him as he allows himself to be led to a bathroom so he can clean himself up. For once he can't even find it in himself to care that a stranger is pitying him. What use is pride when the person you love might die?
Katuki's stares at himself in the mirror.
He's strong. Unbreakable. This won't break him.
The glass in front of him fractures and warm blood drips down onto the tiled floor.
It can't.
On the third day Kirishima is cleared for visitors beyond blood relatives. It therefore doesn't surprise Katsuki when his classmates arrive towards the end of the day. Unlike him, he imagines they must have completed most of their journey by train, however, they filter into the room in groups of three or four so they must have used a taxi to get from the train station. Each time the nurse on duty enters the room she appears increasingly more frazzled, clearly unhappy with the number of visitors her patient has. Soon almost the entirety of his class has traipsed through the door. Katsuki clenches his fists so hard he leaves four perfect crescent shaped indents on his palms when he spots messy green hair among the fray.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Katsuki snarls.
He's so angry he's shaking.
"Bakugou…It was an accident." Mina whispers.
Katsuki makes a rude sound while keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Midoriya.
"Kacchan…I feel...I just need to see Kirishima's alright. I feel so terrible, I never meant to - to hurt him."
"Deku feels awful about what happened! He could barely sleep last night," Round Face chimes in.
Midoriya is outright sobbing and Round Face is rubbing circles on his back. Comforting him. Any respect he'd ever had for her quickly evaporates.
"Leave."
Their standoff is interrupted by the nurse from earlier.
"Look, I know you are all worried about your friend but we do have a policy limiting visiting hours for non-family members."
"We're sorry –" Iida begins
"Please! We want to be here when he wakes up," Mina cries.
The nurse looks unmoved.
"Are you family?" She asks as she looks Mina up and down very deliberately.
"Obviously! What are you trying to say?" Mina asks sharply. She tilts her head to the side as one of her hands finds her hips.
"We have a policy," the nurse repeats through gritted teeth.
The two women glare at each other, one angry and the other clearly overworked. Katsuki smirks, Mina rarely backs down from an argument and she can be quite terrifying when she tries.
"Ma'am" Midoriya pipes up, taking a small step between the women. "We're sorry, I know we shouldn't be here but this is my fault and we really are like family to Kirishima."
He sniffles as plump tears begin to roll down Midoriya's face. The nurse exhales heavily through her nose, her expression suggesting that she is starting to regret even coming into the room.
"You can have another 30 minutes," she finally allows.
Katuki snorts softly. The nurse may have been moved by Midoriya's little display but Katsuki certainly isn't. He makes sure to watch Midoriya like a hawk the entire visit and blatantly prevents Midoriya from getting within touching distance of their comatose classmate. Unnoticed by either of them, Iida observes their tense interactions curiously.
.
.
Eventually Katsuki is forced to return to school. He discovers that Aizawa hasn't marked his week-long absence as non-attendance, which is quite generous he supposes. If the reason for his absence wasn't Kirishima's hospitalization he might even care.
He tells himself going to classes will be more helpful to Kirishima than sitting by his bedside and hopes maybe he will actually start to believe it if he tells himself enough. For the past week Katsuki has dutifully taken notes on Kirishima's behalf. They are much more robust than notes he'd usually make for himself as he includes many additional explanations about concepts he already understands purely for Kirishima's benefit.
When Momo offers to review the coursework he missed with him, his pride initially leads him to react scornfully. It is a testament to how well she knows him that she doesn't take offense and later asks him again but this time frames it in a way that suggests it is so Katsuki can add the material the notes he's been taking on Kirishima's behalf. It is only a few days later, when Kirishima's prognosis has improved and his mind is a little clearer that he realises what she did. He thinks that deep down he knew at the time too, which is probably why he'd felt the need to say a begrudging "thanks Ponytail". If helping Kirishima was truly all it was about she could have very easily reviewed the missed lessons with Kirishima directly when he returned. At one time he would have assumed Momo's desire to help was because she pitied him but now he's matured he just feels appreciative that Momo seems so invested in his success with no expectation of anything in return. Katsuki supposes one benefit of being blackmailed by a psycho is that he appreciates the little things people do, even those that are completely normal. Speaking of -
Midoriya has been significantly nicer to him during Kirishima's recovery. He never tries to prevent Katsuki from making his daily after class hospital visits even if that means Katsuki is around less for their 'extracurricular activities'.
Furthermore, unless Katsuki directly mentioned Kirishima's injuries, Midoriya hadn't been overly cruel in bed. On Katsuki's first night back in the doors, he had been too exhausted for a confrontation so he consciously avoided mentioning Midoriya's culpability in causing Kirishima's injuries. That night Midoriya had been downright tolerable. There had been no head-games, no sadistic sex-games and no breaking into Katsuki's bedroom at night. Though Midoriya was consciously changing his treatment of Katsuki based on whether the other openly blamed him for Kirishima's condition, Katsuki himself hadn't noticed the correlation. From Katsuki's perspective, Midoriya loved to wrong-foot him and had often behaved as if they were 'romantic lovers' in the past so to him Midoriya's 'sweet' behaviour on the night he returned was more of the same. Merely an attempt to disorient and confuse him.
Each subsequent day Katsuki confronts Midoriya. He does it in public. He does it in private. Neither give him the results he is looking for.
In private at least, it goes the same way every time. At first Midoriya assures him it wasn't intentional. If Katsuki doesn't let it go he's threatened with blackmail and if that still doesn't get him to let it go, Midoriya transforms Katsuki's harsh accusing words into unintelligible whimpers and screams.
And yet.
And yet Katsuki just can't stop picking at the scab.
He. Just. Can't. Stop. Picking.
It's not that he takes delight in the process of scratching over a mesh of dried blood cells so he can shove his finger into a wound. It is simply a means to an end. He'll endure the pain of removing the scab so he can scrape out the infection underneath.
His delight is Kirishima and his actions are to prevent him from being taken away.
It is almost poetic that their latest conversation is taking place in Kirishima's room.
Katsuki had taken to sleeping in Kirishima's bed while he was gone. He'd swiped Kirishima's key after his first night back after realising how restless he was sleeping in his own dorm, knowing Kirishima was fighting for his life miles away. As usual, after brushing his teeth, Katsuki had returned to Kirishima's room, only to find Midoriya waiting for him. The first thing Katsuki had noticed were those god-awful signature red sneakers on Kirishima's untidy desk. As his gaze had moved upwards he'd been horrified to see Deku sprawled out on his back on the desk, a book held above him. His mouth moved silently as he read and he made Katsuki wait a good several seconds after he'd come in before acknowledging him. Katsuki had secretly pondered whether Midoriya knew he'd come here for a few hours most nights, but hadn't thought much about it considering the other had never brought it up or come to find him in Kirishima's room. Until now.
The two boys stare each other down. A chainsaw couldn't cut the tension in the room.
"You hurt him to punish me, didn't you?" Katsuki stubbornly sneers.
"Kacchan, I know you are worried about Kirishima, we all are but you sound paranoid right now." Midoriya's expression gentles slightly. "We already spoke about this, remember? Are you still not sleeping well? Chronic sleep deprivation can lead to paranoia and delusions you know. Studies show that good sleep is related to a broad range of necessary human functions. I'm sure you know this given how early you prefer to go to bed - "
"Motherfucker! Stop trying to make me sound insane! Just admit that you hurt him. Admit it!" Katsuki yells.
"I know I did and I feel awful but it wasn't on purpose," Midoriya stresses.
Katsuki takes a step back and frowns.
"I don't believe you. You hurt me all the time."
When Midoriya's face crumples in response to his words, Katsuki's frown deepens.
"It was an accident. I swear I didn't hurt Kirishima intentionally. I wouldn't. You know what it's like when you first get an extremely powerful Quirk you can't control. One For All used to break my bones when I first started using it, remember? Black Whip doesn't hurt me when I lose control but it hurts others."
Midoriya's voice sounds so sweet, so sincere. Katsuki feels his confidence wavering. Technically he didn't actually see what happened, only the aftermath. There were three teachers and a roomful of students present, so surely somebody would have noticed if something untoward had actually occurred. He scrutinizes Midoriya, who as usual is far too close for comfort. It isn't beyond the realm of possibility that Kirishima getting hurt was just a coincidence. Midoriya had no say in the pairings that day and the point of the exercise was to fight their opponents in a way that 'surprised' them. Even knowing how violent Midoriya can be, Katsuki must admit after seeing Kirishima's wounds he himself was pretty fucking surprised by the brutality of Midoriya's attack. Additionally, Midoriya really has no reason to punish him, he's been so good for him recently. He's carried out Midoriya's every demand. He's even done things that Midoriya hasn't asked for such as warding off his friends' suspicion and concern, which out of the two of them, clearly only benefits Midoriya. There is a lot of evidence supporting Midoriya's claim and virtually none supporting his and yet -
"As if I'd believe that," Katsuki angrily mutters.
"I'll make it up to you," Midoriya whispers. He caresses Katsuki's jaw. "Let me."
"Fuck you," Katsuki snaps, roughly grabbing Midoriya's wrist.
Midoriya smirks. He doesn't resist Katsuki's grip, instead he digs his nails into the soft flesh of Katsuki's face harder. Next he leans forward and leaves a trail kisses on the side of Katsuki's face where his thumb is pressing. With his unrestrained hand, Midoriya rubs Katsuki's crotch, alternating between light brushes and firm pressure that makes Katsuki's eyes cross and his hips jerk. It feels good. Too good. With a choked gasp Katsuki releases Midoriya's hand unbidden. He shudders when Midoriya slowly licks the side of his face.
"Forgive me yet?" Midoriya asks.
Katsuki grits his teeth. "Never," he grinds out angrily.
Midoriya kisses him then, with sharp teeth and a firm tongue. He ignores Katsuki's lack of participation and chuckles when he feels resistance. Green lightning flares along Midoriya's arms as Katsuki is stripped with almost surgical precision and forcefully pushed down on the bed.
"Don't look at me like that Kacchan," Midoriya chides. Fully clothed, he straddles Katsuki's naked body. The friction from his jeans is incredibly stimulating and Katsuki has to actively restrain himself from rutting up. When Katsuki speaks again, though arousal colours his tone, his disdain for the other boy is still readily apparent.
"I hate you for what you did to Kirishima."
Smack. The sound echoes in Katsuki's dorm room. His left cheek smarts. Midoriya seems to be verging on irate.
"I already told you it was an accident," Midoriya snaps.
Katsuki glares back at him.
"What do you care what I think anyway? I'm here, aren't I? So just do whatever the fuck you're gonna do to me and get it over with."
Midoriya grinds down experimentally, causing Katsuki to moan loudly.
"I am going to just do whatever the fuck I want to do to you. But first I want you to say that I didn't intentionally hurt Kirishima and also that you forgive me," Midoriya hisses as he slowly rolls his hips again and again. "And mean it."
By this point both their eyes are black with desire but only one set of eyes is also consumed with pain. Midoriya's sardonic smile overflows with barely concealed threats. "Careful. You know I always know when you lie," Midoriya murmurs.
Katsuki screws his eyes shut. He can't do it. He can't.
As Katsuki squirms underneath him, Midoriya reaches down and holds both of Katsuki's eyes open. He waits for Katsuki to realise the futility of his resistance. Eyes stinging, Katsuki lets out an aggravated groan. It became a rather pitiful whine as Midoriya pushed his hips back against Katsuki's length.
"Fucking stop," Katsuki groans.
"I'll release you from this," Midoriya promises.
The implication makes Katsuki shudder. Blood is pounding between his legs and the heat emanating from his body is a sharp contrast to the cool cage that has been restricting him for the past five weeks. Ever since that day Midoriya had threatened to "share" him with Kirishima. His dick is bright red and weeping. As much as he hates the thing he's never gone this long without getting off.
Katsuki feels ashamed at how quickly he crumbles.
"O-Okay."
"You forgive me?"
"Uh-y-yeah."
"Say it properly," Midoriya tells him.
As he speaks Midoriya opens Katsuki's miniature cock cage using his thumbprint. A miniature cage. Just like him. When Midoriya first presented to him he took a perverse kind of joy in explaining how it was one-of-a-kind because cages that small weren't available for commercial purchase. He'd thought nothing could make him feel worse than listening to Midoriya geek out over the advances in technology that allowed such tiny items to be made. But even weeks later, a fresh attack of humiliation courses through Katsuki's veins every time he feels it shift under his clothes.
After releasing the lock on the cage, Midoriya doesn't completely remove it. Instead he pushes it to the side and lightly presses down with his middle finger, allowing his fingernail to dig into the head of Katsuki's cock. It is unclear to both of them whether the strangled gurgle Katsuki lets out in response is an expression of pleasure or pain. Katsuki writhes and trembles. His conditioning has become so entrenched it doesn't even occur to him that as Midoriya has released the lock there is nothing stopping him from removing the cage on his own and getting himself off. Instead he finds himself letting his legs splay open, desperation clouding his judgement as he outright begs. A voice above him echoes as if he's hearing it from underwater.
"Kacchan."
"God!" Katsuki groans, frustrated. "Fuck! I forgive you Izuku. Just, please. Fucking please."
Air rushes into his lungs the instant the cage is removed. He arches, shakes and yells as he comes in heavy spurts. Black dots dance in his vision as he comes down from what may be the longest, most powerful orgasm he's ever had. Panting heavily, he licks his lips and is shocked when he tastes himself there.
He's the definition of pathetic.
He hates himself.
.
.
Kirishima is awake next time Katsuki visits.
He's facing the door, away from the rays of sunlight coming through the single hung window. The corners of Kirishima's crimson eyes are strained with pain yet upon recognising Katsuki he smiles softly.
"Baku," Kirishima croaks.
Adoration shines from Kirishima's eyes. Instantly, it makes Katsuki uneasy and he can't stop himself from immediately glancing around the room. Of course they are as alone as when he entered. Katsuki takes one of the seats by Kirishima's bed, noticing what changes there are in the room since he was here this morning. The plethora of flowers and gifts on the side tables serve as a physical manifestation of Kirishima's popularity. Katsuki wonders which, if any, are from his friend's metal quirked fuck buddy. The competitive part of him wishes he'd brought a gift too. Something to prove that he was the closest to Kirishima.
Katsuki is roused from his thoughts by a small groan, instantly his full attention is captured by Kirishima who is shifting minutely in obvious discomfort. His throat clicks audibly as he swallows and he turns to Katsuki with a hopeful expression. "Water?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure."
Katsuki stumbles over himself to pour water from the jug into a plastic cup, knocking one of the many 'Get Well Soon!' bears over in the process. Cupping a hand below Kirishima's chin to catch any water that escapes, Katsuki tips the cool liquid past Kirishima's cracked lips. He can feel Kirishima's fluttering pulse where his hand rests against Kirishima's throat. Two full cups are emptied before Kirishima's thirst seems to be quenched. As he watches, the tip of Kirishima's tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip. Even though he isn't the one having to bare his throat and rely on somebody else for a drink, showing this level of care makes Katsuki feel oddly vulnerable and it merges unpleasantly with the heavy burden of culpability he has for Kirishima's hospitalization. Katsuki does his best to hide his discomfort as he carefully places the cup down next to a gift basket containing various sweets and cakes. What a foolish gift. He doesn't know for sure but it seems reasonable to assume that the doctors have probably restricted what food Kirishima is allowed to eat while in treatment, given the nature of injuries. Bet that one is from Metal-Quirk Katsuki thinks disparagingly.
"Thank you," Kirishima wheezes. "You - " a hacking cough forces him to pause. "…just missed my parents," he gasps out, eyes watering.
Katsuki winces at the grating sound Kirishima makes when he clears his throat again. It sounds painful, like Kirishima's throat has been rubbed raw with sandpaper.
"It's good to see you," Kirishima says.
"You too but don't talk. You sound like hell."
"Baku - "
"Fuck I said don't talk!" Katsuki snaps.
Kirishima knows him too well to think Katsuki's anger is directed at him. He stops and gestures once again for the water. This time Katsuki stops him at one cup, concerned that drinking too much water could also have a negative impact.
"If…I need to be quiet," Kirishima says. "Then maybe you could?"
Katsuki looks at him blankly. Katsuki has never been the type of person to talk just to talk and he has no idea what he could possibly tell Kirishima about that would be worth listening to. The first topics that come to mind are plainly inappropriate. He's not going to talk about how close he came to losing his best friend because Midoriya almost killed him. He can't tell Kirishima about how he's being blackmailed either. Those two things are all that has consumed Katsuki as of late, that other things even exist in the world currently feels more like an intellectual understanding than his lived experience.
It takes an embarrassingly long time for Katsuki to parse through his thoughts and settle on an appropriate topic. Sighing, Katsuki begins to recount the escapades from the past few days since he returned to school. He omits anything to do with Midoriya and adds embellishments so he doesn't have to admit that most of his spare time this week was spent either at Kirishima's bedside or alone crying. He transitions into telling Kirishima about the work he missed when he runs out of social affairs to catch Kirishima up on.
"I made you some notes. Honestly you should probably be grateful you missed class because my notes are far better than your usual shitty ones. If you need any help I'll tutor you though and I'm sure the senseis will be understanding and meet you one and one too. While you were in a coma I'd read to you after class so although you think you weren't conscious maybe when you go over it, it will feel easier. Like deja vu or some shit. Anyway, you didn't miss any exams or big assignments though. Just normal homework. Our English class has just been a review session for the past week and a half so you literally didn't miss anything. I made you some notes on practical training too so you can see what we did, but there is no way to really catch up on that until you heal. You'll just have to work twice as hard in your free time."
When he runs out of things to say about school, Katsuki trails off into silence. He's been talking for a long time and the sun has started to go down, diminishing the light in the room. The sickly hue of Kirishima's skin is still apparent though, even in the low evening light.
Kirishima is still smiling like an idiot and has been smiling the entire time, which motivates Katsuki to keep talking, even though his mouth is getting dry and he feels a bit silly, talking essentially to himself. Katsuki begins recounting his last climbing trip and is startled when Kirishima interjects.
"Mountain climbing sounds so manly! Will you take me sometime?" Kirishima's voice sounds much stronger than it sounded two hours ago but it is still incredibly hoarse.
Katsuki snorts. "I need you to hurry up and get better first, OK?"
Once again, they sit in companionable silence. Suddenly a bout of courage leads Katsuki to take Kirishima's hand and squeeze.
"…calmer these…" Kirishima mumbles.
"Huh?"
"You seem calmer these days."
"Huh."
"I know why too."
"Yeah? Why's that?" Katsuki asks, his desire to get Kirishima to rest his voice momentarily forgotten.
When Kirishima speaks his voice is moderately slurred, the words rushed and the pauses frequent.
"Earlier…in the semester. When things were a bit weird between us. You were going through something. At the time I guess I was upset you weren't opening up to me, but now we're OK again…I'm just glad that you had him to support you."
"What?" Katsuki is completely lost. "Had who?"
"Midoriya. Obviously." At Katsuki's shocked look, Kirishima licks his cracked lips and continues. "I know something has changed between you guys recently, you seem closer and you seem kinda almost…I don't want to say "mellowed out" because you never needed that…but you seem more content. Like he helped you through whatever you were going through. He's a good influence and a good guy. I'm thankful for that."
Katsuki is rendered temporarily speechless. "What the fucking hell? How can you say that! He's the reason you are in here, he's the one who almost god-damn killed you!" Katsuki
Kirishima sighs, "It was an accident. You know how it is. No different to if Dark Shadow had gone berserk."
"In that example it wouldn't be intentional," Katsuki snarls.
Kirishima frowns. "Tell me you aren't blaming Midoriya for this."
It was at that moment that Katsuki understands how dangerous Midoriya truly is. That somebody as socially intelligent as Kirishima could still view Midoriya in a good light after being hospitalised by him was disturbing.
I'm not going to allow this to happen to anybody else.
The sun is low in the sky when Katsuki finally emerges from the hospital building. He pulls his jacket tighter around him and shoves his hands in the pockets. He's shaking and it isn't from the cold.
This has gone too far.
.
.
Author's notes: Please let me know what you thought of the latest chapter! Bad news: IDK how many of you noticed but the website was down for a bit so I couldn't post as soon as this chapter was ready. Good news: That means I was able to start working on the next chapter, so you should have a shorter timeframe until the next update. Yay!
Also if you are enjoying this fic PLEASE, PLEASE go and read my latest My Hero Academia one-shot!
It can be found at:
archive of our own.[organic] (forwardslash)works(forwardslash)34000324
This site does strange things when you try and post links so please
1. Remove all the spaces
2. Where i have written (forwardslash) type "/"
3. Remove the "[]" and use the first three letters from the word "organic"
If you write this directly in your address bar it should work!
It is "mystery" for the reader to solve what the trope is because depending on what you think it is, what is happening can be interpreted in different ways! I would LOVE if you would consider leaving a review/comment for me on that story with your interpretations! I am planning to add an explanation chapter too but I was really hoping to hear a few people's thoughts and interpretations before I do so. I'm really proud of that fic so it would mean SO MUCH to me if you would get involved. Thank you!