Kirishima Eijirou liked to think that he was a good friend. He hadn't had many friends in middle school due to him being bullied, but when he'd gotten into U.A., he'd done everything in his power to be the best friend he could be to everyone in his class. (Well, except Mineta. No one liked Mineta, and they had literally thrown a party when the little dude had been expelled and replaced with Shinsou Hitoshi.)

Eijirou liked to think that his friends didn't keep any secrets from him, but he supposed that was just unrealistic. Still, a secret like this was astronomical, and for it to be a secret from two of his friends, both of which he was very close with? He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little betrayed. Logically he knew that they had to have a reason to keep their secrets, but still...

Needless to say, Eijirou was the first one into the dorm building after the lunch bell rang. They had another forty minutes to talk to Midoriya and Bakugou before they would have to go back to class, but Eijirou figured that was plenty of time. He was far from the only one who wanted answers. His girlfriends, Mina and Ochako, Kaminari, Todoroki, Sero and Iida were all right behind him, being integral parts of the Bakusquad and the Dekusquad. Shinsou and Tsu had stayed a bit farther behind with the rest of the group to try and calm down the rumours that were already flying.

Bursting into the common room, the first thing that Kirishima saw was Bakugou and Midoriya sitting on the middle-most couch, their shoulders, arms and thighs touching from how close they were sitting. The both of them looked up, faces grim at the sight of their classmates flooding into the building. They both stood, moving to a vantage point where they could see everyone when they all sat on the three long couches and few arm chairs that surrounded the flat screen television. Everyone stayed silent as they filed in, taking places on the couches, chairs and floor space around where the twin stars stood. Eijirou was no exception, settling onto the couch directly across from the two of them, his girlfriends on either side. Clearly they were expecting something horrible to

be revealed, if the way they both immediately grabbed at either of his arms was any indication. Honestly, Eijirou wasn't expecting anything pleasant, either.

Once everyone was settled in and staring at the two of them, Kirishima realized that someone would have to be the one to break the silence. He cleared his throat, sitting up a bit before speaking. "Well... I think we're all here for the same reason." He tried to crack a half-hearted smile, but nobody reciprocated it. He sighed, reaching to rub at the tense space between his eyes. "Just... what the two of you admitted earlier was really, really disturbing, alright? We all want to know what the fuck that was about."

It wasn't often that Kirishima swore. Nobody in Class 2-A swore as much as Bakugou, and nobody else swore as little as Midoriya, but Kirishima definitely leaned more towards Midoriya's end of the spectrum than his best friends'. The redhead could feel his girlfriends tense at his use of the f-word, but he kept his eyes firmly on his friends.

"Well," Izuku finally said slowly, looking at Katsuki out of the corner of his eye. "It's... it's a bit of a long story, if you're all willing to listen."

"We are," Mina said before anyone else could speak. The rest of them nodded vigorously, a few of them even shifting to get more comfortable in their seats, like they really were preparing for the long haul. Hagakure had curled herself around her boyfriend's tail, Kaminari had laced his fingers tightly with Shinsou's and Todoroki's, who was on his other side. Tokoyami nestled into his arm chair like a bird in its nest, which wasn't exactly a far stretch.

"I guess... it all begins with my father," Izuku sighed. "It was actually Kacchan's father than introduced my mom to him. Our moms were college roommates you see, so we've literally been with each other for our entire lives. Like, seriously, three month old Kacchan was in the waiting room when I was being born."

"Best three months of my life," Katsuki muttered, although the slightly fond look he gave Izuku discounted his words.

"Shut up. Anyway, when I was about three years old, my father started acting... strange. His quirk was Fire Breathing, and sometimes he would randomly leave during the day, only to come back smelling like he'd just basked in his own fire. Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure he was a serial arsonist that the police had tried looking for." Izuku winced, like he was expecting judgement for something his father did. "My mom wanted to believe that he was a good guy, so she always pretended like she didn't know anything was wrong. Because she pretended, I pretended too." Midoriya paused, looking down at his feet. He took a few moments to gather up the courage to say what he said next. "When I was about three and a half, he began... touching me. The way no adult should touch a kid."

Gasps rang throughout the room, but Kirishima could hardly hear them through the blood roaring in his ears. His eyes instinctually flickered to Bakugou, who was looking right back at him with a hard expression, as if daring him to say something to offend Midoriya. Eijirou met his eyes with an equally tough look. Of course he would never say something about what Midoriya had gone through. If anything, it only made Kirishima respect his friend more .

"Midori..." Mina said softly, her grip on his bicep tightening. Izuku ignored her, his voice getting faster and louder as he continued.

"Anyway, um. I started acting weird, because I knew that what he was doing was wrong. But since my mom always pretended like nothing was wrong, I guess some part of me didn't want to say anything to her? That, and my father always warned me not to tell, because it would make my

mom cry." Izuku's voice wavered. "I... I just didn't want to make her cry."

He had to take deep breaths to try and calm himself down, but after the first seven of them, Bakugou apparently got restless and began speaking in Midoriya's place. If the expression on the smaller male's face was anything to go by, then clearly Katsuki had told Izuku that he wouldn't explain anything in the story. It sounded like something Bakugou would do.

"Basically, three year old me was just as fucking smart as present day me. I knew that something was fucking wrong with Deku, because I spent every single day with the prick in some way or another." He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, like his next words physically pained him. "He... he was my best friend."

' He finally admitted it,' Kirishima thought, somewhat gleefully despite the tense situation.

"I guess one day I decided to confront Deku about what the fuck was going on. He'd already been hiding it for a few months by then, so he was about ready to explode by the time I asked him. He told me the truth, that his dad was doing fucking disgusting things to him. Unfortunately for us both, Hisashi- his father- was around to hear him tattle, and decided to bring me in on it."

"I'm gonna throw up," Sero whimpered, but still didn't move from his spot. A few of their peers around him nodded along, sharing his sentiment. Kirishima was vaguely aware of bile sliding up his own throat, but he refused to show any weakness in the face of his friends' obvious bravery. It took a lot for them to admit this to their class, and Eijirou wasn't about to disrespect them by chickening out.

"We were four when he started taking pictures and videos of us to sell online," Midoriya chimed back in, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "They're... they're probably still out there somewhere, honestly."

And wasn't that fucked up? That some creeps all over the world had videos of that nature of some of the best heroes Kirishima knew? And nothing had been done to stop it? It made his stomach churn.

"He started making us have sex with each other," Katsuki spat out, his palms beginning to spark. "He sold those videos too. Probably kept some for himself like the fucking sick freak he is."

"Kacchan," Midoriya said, reaching over to grab one of Katsuki's wrist. The blond wrenched the appendage out of the greenet's hand, shaking it out and forcing himself to stop using his quirk.

"Alright, alright!" The volatile boy sighed. "Anyway. Right before I turned five, I got my quirk. You can guess that fire breath and nitroglycerin don't go well together, so he started being a fucking coward and left us alone."

"Not long after that, he left my mom and I, and we haven't seen him since," Midoriya finished. He finally looked back up shyly, meeting everyone's eyes. "So... that's why we said we had sex when we were four years old. As far as I know, neither of us have done it since." He looked at Katsuki for confirmation.

"Who the fuck would I fuck, Deku?" Katsuki shuddered like the thought repulsed him. The sad thing was, it probably did. All thoughts of sex for these two were muddled and ruined by fear, revulsion and guilt, rather than anything pleasant. Considering the kind of person Bakugou was, Eijirou wouldn't even be surprised if the guy hadn't even jerked off before.

"I'm so terribly sorry that happened to you both," Yaoyorozu said, breaking through the thick

layer of tension between them all. Katsuki turned to sneer at her, but seemed to think better of it as he got a glimpse of the look on the tall girl's face. Yaoyorozu stood up, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"I'm not in any way saying it's the same thing," she began, "but I was also sexually assaulted when I was thirteen years old. So I... I know how the... invasiveness... feels."

"Yaomomo!" Jirou, her girlfriend, looked horrified. Looking around, it was pretty obvious that this was news to them all. Well, all of them except Izuku.

"I know," he said gently. Yaomomo looked shocked.

"How could you possibly know? I've never told anyone before!"

Izuku reached to rub at the back of his neck nervously. "Well... I think I've mentioned before that my quirk developed really late? When we all thought I was quirkless, I kind of considered becoming a sexual assault therapist. I kind of trained myself to look for the signs of a sexual assault survivor, so..."

"Oh yeah, you said that before," Kaminari commented. "The quirk thing, anyway. Hey, when did your quirk develop, dude?" It was obvious the electric blond was trying to change the subject to something a little less personal, and Eijirou couldn't help but be thankful for it. Especially since he'd always been curious about that little fact himself.

"Um..." Midoriya looked at Bakugou, who only shrugged in return. "I kind of... developed it right at the end of the entrance exam?"

"You... you took the entrance exam when you still thought you were quirkless?" Iida squawked, seeming to snap out of his trance at this admission. Midoriya wilted a bit, biting his lower lip. "Midoriya-kun, that is so unbelievably dangerous! Considering you broke both of your legs and your right arm, it's a wonder you didn't end up dead! Those robots could have crushed you-"

"Hey, let's not forget that he saved my life," Ochako declared, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. She glared at a cowed Iida for a moment before she turned to Bakugou and Midoriya. "And... Deku-kun, you already know this, but I was also sexually assaulted when I was fifteen, right before getting into U.A.." She looked at Katsuki as she said it, raising an eyebrow. "It's not the same thing, but I'm not weak for it." ' And neither are you,' was unsaid.

"I didn't say shit," Bakugou said, holding his hands up. Then he frowned, his brow furrowing a bit. "...Fucking... fine. If any of you extras have any questions or some shit, you'd better ask them now, because after this I'm never talking about this ever again ."

It was quiet for a few moments before Asui spoke, raising her hand like they were still in class. "Do you know where you father is? An address perhaps? For purely educational reasons."

Midoriya couldn't help but laugh. "No. All I know is that he's in America."

"That's probably for the better," Todoroki said gravely. "We don't need Iida to attempt to kill someone for the second time."

"Excuse me, did you just say for the second time ?"

"Can I ask something kind of personal?" Shinsou cut in. Bakugou met the purple haired boy's eyes, slowly nodding his assent. "Are you both okay? Both mentally and... physically. You were... you were pretty little back then."

Eijirou hadn't even thought of that. Their tiny bodies probably wouldn't have been able to handle something like that. For the umpteenth time that day, bile rose in his throat like a tidal wave.

"I'm fine," Bakugou said, shrugging. "Am I fucking messed up in the head? Of fucking course I am. There's a fucking reason I'm such a douche bag." They all stared at him with wide eyes, to which he smirked. "What? You thought I didn't know ?"

"I..." Midoriya swallowed hard. "I'm... not alright. Physically speaking."

Bakugou whipped around to stare at him, his mouth open slightly. "What the fuck? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Midoriya bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a few beads of blood, causing Eijirou to wince at the sympathetic pain. "Kacchan... I never told you because I didn't want to make things harder for you to deal with."

"You never told me what , Deku?" Bakugou's voice was hard, but there was an underlying tone of desperation that gave Eijirou the feeling that he should look away; like it was something private, for their eyes only.

"When my dad forced us to..." he swallowed, shaking his head a bit. "It wasn't the only time that I... what I'm trying to say is that he also..."

Even someone as low in class as Mina knew what Midoriya wasn't saying, if her fingernails suddenly digging into his bicep meant anything.

Bakugou's eyes were wide with an emotion Kirishima had never seen on him before; panic, or maybe fear. Whatever it was, it didn't fit on his face, and a pit of dread began to form inside of Eijirou.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me that?" Katsuki wasn't yelling, which almost made it worse. His voice was quiet, his tone shaking a bit with the strain. Midoriya hung his head like he was ashamed, rubbing at his gnarled, scarred right arm shyly.

"Because you were already pulling away from me," the smaller boy admitted. "I didn't... I didn't want you to feel like you had to stay to protect me."

"I was there to protect you," Katsuki snapped, finally returning to his usual demeanor. "The whole reason I was there was to fucking protect you! How the fuck was I supposed to do that if you didn't tell me shit?"

"Because the last time I told you what was happening to me, he brought you in on it!" Midoriya's voice rose to match Katsuki's. Kirishima began to realize that their fight was really something they should discuss in private, and yet he couldn't bring himself to walk away. It was like he was rooted to his spot. "Do you know what he did to me, Kacchan? He fucked me so hard that he broke my tailbone. I had internal bleeding for days because he literally readjusted my organs because I was so little." By this point, Midoriya was crying. It wasn't like his usual tears though; it was silent, almost like an afterthought rather than the focal point. Usually when Midoriya cried, he put all of his focus on trying to stop so that he wouldn't embarrass himself. He obviously didn't care this time.

Bakugou looked sick at his violent description of what happened, and so was the rest of the class. Ochako looked about as green as she did when she exceeded her quirk's weight limit, and Mina had begun trembling a long time ago.

"I can't believe you would keep something like this from me," Bakugou spoke, sounding more like a child than Eijirou had ever heard. It reminded him that in the long run of life, the blond was still a child.

"Yeah? And what was I supposed to do? Come up to you and say 'Oh Kacchan, by the way, right before my dad ran away like the coward he was, he raped me. Please, help me!'" Midoriya shook his head. "I wasn't even five years old, Kacchan, I didn't even know the word for what he was doing. Excuse me for wanting to keep you out of it."

"You're such a fucking martyr," Katsuki growled. "You never care about anyone else, or how your actions could affect them! You just throw yourself in front of danger like a fucking kamikaze!"

"Well gee, I wonder where that developed!"

"You guys," Ochako squeaked, breaking the two of them out of the little bubble they had created. Izuku went pale at the realization that all eighteen of them had just heard everything he and Katsuki had said, his freckles standing out comically against his new pallor. Bakugou didn't seem to care, too fuming mad to acknowledge anyone but Izuku.

Kirishima stood up, shuffling towards his best friend. He hardened his body before he laid a light hand on Bakugou's shoulder, causing the boy's head to snap to him. Eijirou made sure to keep his expression soft and even, but his body hardened in case of an attack. After the Overhaul incident, Eijirou of all people knew how feeling cornered could result in quirk accidents. "Dude. I think you and Midori-bro need some time to process, don't you?"

Katsuki's lips pulled into a sneer and he jerked his shoulder out from underneath the redhead's hand, but he still turned his back to the lot of them and stalked towards the staircase that led to the boys' side of the dorms, completely bypassing the elevator. Knowing him, he was going to use the walk to the fourth floor to try and calm himself down.

Iida had stood up from his seat on one of the other couches, approaching Midoriya like he was a wounded animal. "Midor- Izuku-kun . I think it would be best for everyone if I escorted you to your room for some sleep."

Izuku seemed dazed as he stared out into the middle of the room, just above everyone's heads. He automatically nodded at the sound of Iida's voice, although he was clearly dissociating. Iida knew it too, and he took advantage of it, gently taking Midoriya's arm to lead him to the elevator. Midoriya only lived on the second floor and usually took the stairs, but he was in no condition to do so now.

Pretty soon, the elevator doors slid shut behind the two boys, leaving only seventeen of them left to process what they had just heard. Kirishima slid back down onto his spot between his girlfriends, his mind finally beginning to numb as he tried to run through everything two of his best friends had just told them.

Yeah. There was no way they were going back to class.