Chapter 16
Izuku met crimson eyes as Bakugo and Todoroki entered the room. Their prescence filling the small backstage room with warmth as they sat beside the forest haired man. Another show, another moment to catch their breath afterwards and relish their hard work. They built their band from nothing, and finally word was spreading nationwide rather than locally. Social media had blazed at the performance of the greenite, their name gaining traction as fueled fans fell in love all over again with the duo. The music was doing better than ever, though as they sat with the quiet man they pondered their interpersonal issues.
A hand snaking to grip Midoriya's, he smiled briefly at the blonde who began speaking.
"You've been too quiet tonight damn it. Talk." The forward man pushed.
"I think maybe I'm just, th-thinking about a-a lot Kacchan." He rubbed the back of his head and pulled his hand away, curling them into his sweatshirt pockets.
Todoroki sat at his side, opposite Bakugo as the emerald spoke. Listening intently as his elbow propped on the couch.
"Y-You know, why I'm so," He paused.
"You." The blonde chimed with a huff.
"N-No. W-What it s-stems from.." He couldn't force the words out any other way.
"Y-You K-Kacchan."
His body trembled at his own words as he felt his eyes burn.
Why would you try to ruin this.
Always a damn Deku.
A shaking emerald brought his hands to his face, feeling the words push at his insides. He didn't know if he could handle this aching feeling, the constant vomit waiting to erupt.
Useless, you can't do anything right!
The tears spilling onto his shirt as they drained from his chin.
"I-I just always h-hear," A deep breath as the smaller rubbed his hands together nervously.
He flinched when Todoroki tried to soothe him with a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Y-Your voice, w-when you used t-to call me horrible names. W-When y-you'd push me, when yo-" He choked a sob as firm arms engulfed him.
"Damn it nerd, I get it." The hands held his sweatshirt for dear life.
Slowly, Todoroki leaned into the hug. Feeling saddened by the statements. He had seen these actions in school, briefly, he had no idea how deeply it could affect the sensitive boy at the time. Though he was no stranger to trauma.
Midoriya's cries muffled against the taller man's chest as he sobbed. His heart felt like it was imploding on itself, realizing where his sense of self started to crack. Where the nightmares stemmed, where his bad habits stemmed, he was held by the seed. The man who had planted himself harshly into his life, and damn him for trying to forget the past and start something new with Izuku. They had bad blood, and only until Bakugo could suck the tainted liquid out of their relationship could they mend their friendship, truly. Midoriya wanted words, his wailing demanded it. He balled his hands as he pulled back and pushed at the blonde.
"Y-You have a lot to apologize f-for Kacchan! I w-waited s-so long!" The poison seeping through him as everything they've been through accumulated in his mind. His eyes puffy as he blinked at the softening blonde.
Was.. Was Kacchan really crying?
"Goddamn it Izuku!" Arms shaking as he hung his head in shame. "How the hell was I supposed to know all of this shit was my fault! How the fuck did you expect me to fix it while all you did was bottle it up!"
His ruby eyes gleaming as he glared at Midoriya, angry that his boyfriend hadn't said anything when they got together, when they moved in together, when they performed together, when they fucking tied him to the bed. When was he going to tell Bakugo he had something to fix.
He shook as tears fell from his face, though his scowl spoke of his own turmoil. Didn't he see, see how fucking hard he was trying to right the wrong. Why now.
"How long were you going to blame me before you told me how you felt! Y'think this is something you fucking tell someone before they're inside you, damn it." The venom stung the smaller man. The blonde couldn't stop as he cried himself.
"You just fucking take it upon yourself to drink it away and expect me to find out that way?" He grit his teeth as he wiped his face on his sleeve.
"K-Kacchan I-" He felt a soft hand on his shoulder as Todoroki tried to soothe him with warmth.
"Do not bring that into this, Katsuki. You know you two have a past before the incident." A calm voice rang out.
Their eyes watching the blonde physically explode, his hands crackling with anger. He was trembling.
"What the fuck! The 'incident' is what you're going to refer to this as, this fucking Deku pinning his own shitty behavior on me!" The blonde screamed as he stood.
The fangs sank into Midoriya's heart as the blonde turned his back to them. Emerald eyes trembled with hurt.
"Y'know I'm not fucking perfect, but that's not my fault you goddamn alcoholic. I didn't fucking put any bottle to your lips, all I ever did was try to fix what I did so goddamn wrong to you, Izuku." He slammed the door as he made his way out, out of the hallway, out of the building.
Todoroki sighed, scooping the crying mess into his lap as he felt a tinge of emotion at the spat. He stroked the shaking man, he kissed his head.
"Izu, you know Katsuki handles confrontation differently. He wasn't prepared to face the result of his actions no matter who they had affected. You did the right thing telling him, and you're at no fault for his behavior." The monotone voice reassured.
All Midoriya could see was how much he hurt Bakugo. He buried his face, his tears, his sorrow into the chest that held him.
What the fuck just happened.
Bakugo wiped his face silently as he continued to walk, pulling out his phone. Still seething with his inner demons prowling, he could see the worried green eyes plastered into his brain. Haunting him as he stared at the bright light in his hand.
He called Kirishima first.
'Yo Bakubro! ' The outgoing voice answered.
"Shitty hair I'm gonna come crash with you, is that cool?" He tried not to sound like he bad been screaming and crying.
'Anytime my man.' The phone call growing solemn.
They didn't chat, Bakugo just wanted to be away from this feeling. This accusation. This truth he couldn't take.
As a warm blanket wrapped around him, emerald eyes looked up to meet the mismatched pair. He pulled the blanket tighter, it's comfort growing when he felt a shift next to him. The scarred man held him gently, squeezing the man in the pile of fabric.
The only sound they could hear was the cars passing by outside occasionally, or the ticking of the clock. Midoriya had finally calmed down, save for needing to be held or wrapped in a blanket. He was thankful for Todoroki, but he was worried about Bakugo. His eyes searching out of the window as he laid down in his bundle of protection, head in the dual user's lap.
He watched the window for a while, waiting for the fiesty blonde to pop into view.
A ringing from the bedroom drove his pillow to stand and fetch it, answering the phone call while he laid staring. Patiently waiting for something he had no words to describe.
Through the hallway Midoriya could make out a deep voice as his boyfriend talked. Mentioning Bakugo once and the emerald sat up, his blanket loosening around him when a blank face began to approach the room once more. The other sat back on the couch before he let out a sigh.
"He's okay, Izu. He is with Kirishima." The voice sounded almost.. sad.
"When will he b-be home?" The light glinting off of his eyes as he looked at Todoroki.
The dual user shook his head as if to answer his question, but pulled the smaller man into his arms as he carried him down the hall.
"S-Shoto," His eyes failing again. "W-When will he be home?" He felt the warm liquid on his face once more.
"Shh, little one. Let's rest now." The older man cooed before laying him down, lying down right next to him as he wrapped an arm around the shaking abdomen.
It would've broken Izuku's heart for the dual user to tell him what he heard spat from the drunken blonde behind Kirishima's voice. The friend trying to console a troubled time bomb before finally letting Todoroki know he would talk some sense into the dumbass.
Kirishima opened the door to his home, inviting the blonde inside. They didn't talk a lot on the phone, or at all actually.
"Yo, so.. What did you do?" He grinned.
The blonde pulled a few bottles out of the black convenience bag he was carrying, setting things down before he poured two shots and slid one over to the crimson haired man.
"Fucking lost my fucking temper and made him cry." He threw the shot back.
"Which him?" The other poured a couple more shots after he took his own.
"You damn know which one. You ever seen icyhot cry?" He smirked, clinking his short glass against the crimson's and chugging once more.
"I feel ya," He took another down as he set the glass down and leaned against the countertop with his elbows. "You gonna go back tomorrow with some flowers?" He grinned at his old friend.
The blonde held his smirk, pouring another shot.
"I'm gonna take this next one and think about it." Tipping his glass back and down, he sighed.
The crimson man attempted to slow him down, but once he realized he couldn't he settled for staying mostly sober while his friend continued to rile himself up.
It was about three hours later when he found the blonde vomiting again, head swirling as he hung in the porcelain ring. Spouting about Midoriya being too sensitive and how it wasn't even his faultbecause that was when they were kids. Words that Kirishima couldn't fit into the storyline as he saw the drunken emotion spilling out.
Two entire bottles down before he finally called Todoroki, desperate to find some way to help the blonde.
'Hello? ' The familiar tone answered.
"Hey Todoroki, Bakugo's here with me." He sighed as he heard the blonde stumble into the living room once more.
' Just keep him safe for tonight, please.' The softened voice asked.
"Stupid ass picking a fight with me, never fucking learning." The slurring worsening with each word.
"Yeah, he'll be down soon. I'll try to-" He turned as the blonde shouted louder.
His arms gripping the wall as he wobbled in place, the blonde continued yelling.
"N' tell that little fucker to go to hell!" He wasn't done.
"Fuck you Deku we're all through!" He shouted as he neared the phone.
Kirishima shoved him away as he heard a sigh from the phone.
'I'll keep Izuku calm tonight. When Bakugo wakes up, I want you to talk to him.' The line quieted.
"Yeah, I'll try to." He looked at the blonde muttering as he fell down after a stumble.
'Thank you, Kirishima.' He sighed once more as the line clicked dead.
The crimson man wondered if the blonde would really throw everything away because he couldn't man up and face his problems.
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