Uraraka Ochako had had enough. She walked through the halls of Deku's dorm building with purpose, running over everything she wanted to say in her head. When she got there, she banged on the door, not caring to be quiet for the sake of Deku's neighbors. When she didn't hear any movement from inside, she banged even harder. "Deku! I know you're in there, you little shit! Open this door or I swear I'll kick it down!"

A door opened down the hall, and a brunette boy gave her the stink eye. She flipped him off in response, too pissed to be worried about etiquette for her best friend's neighbors. Inside the room, she heard shuffling against the floor, and a moment later, the apartment door opened. She took one look at Midoriya Izuku and her heart softened a bit. He looked like absolute shit warmed over, even worse than the last time she'd seen him four days ago, which was saying something.

The dark circles under his eyes were far more prominent, as was the swelling from all the crying he'd no doubt been doing. At least he seemed to have taken a shower since then, although it was clear he hadn't in the past few days, if the light shine to his hair said anything. He blinked at her blearily, and she had a moment to feel bad that perhaps she'd woken him up from a much-needed slumber. She pushed the guilt away after a second and marched into the room, brushing past his shoulder on the way in.

"'Chako?" He muttered, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Uraraka whirled around, pointing an accusing finger in his face. "Mind telling me why you've

missed all of your classes for the past week ? You haven't left this room even once, have you?" Deku had the decency to look a little ashamed, staring down at the wood floors beneath their

feet. "I... I've had a lot going on, alright?"

"Yeah Deku, I know," she sighed, grabbing his desk chair. She rolled it over to his bed, which he took a seat on, hugging a pillow to his chest. Neither of them spared another glance to the door, which hadn't shut all the way. "I'm just worried about you, you know? You're kind of scaring me. I've never seen you like this!"

"Yeah, well," Izuku shrugged, still looking down at his lap. "You've also never seen me without Kacchan." He lifted his arms a bit. "Apparently, this is what that looks like."

Alright, look. Ochako wasn't a monster, okay? She knew what it felt like to go through a terrible break-up, and she couldn't even imagine what it must have felt like to lose a life-long friend in the midst of that. But she also knew that whatever was going on, it wasn't just because of everything that had happened with Bakugou. She'd texted Deku a few days ago to ask how the talk went, and he'd told her that it hadn't gone well. She could have told him as much. No matter how easy-going and loving Bakugou was when he was with Deku, he was still a hothead at heart- and no matter how much he might deny it, he was also a really sensitive guy. She made a mental note to ask Todoroki how he was doing, because he was no doubt spending a lot more time with him than usual.

"Deku," she said gently, reaching to place her hand over his. "You have to tell me what's going on, honey. I hate seeing you like this, and something tells me there's a lot more to the story. Why don't you tell me everything that happened that night? It's not good to keep it all inside of yourself, it's tearing you apart!"

Izuku met her eyes, and for the first time since all of this started, they just looked... empty . No sign of tears, no heartbreak. Just... nothing. Ochako swallowed hard, a foreboding sense of dread washing over her in a tidal wave.

"Okay," he agreed softly, hugging the pillow tighter to himself. "Okay. I'll tell you."

(x)

Katsuki paced around his room, biting his fingernails. It was a habit he'd dropped when he was a kid, but usually picked up again whenever he was really nervous about something. He'd been thinking about Camie's words for the past three days, since that night their friends had gotten together and got wasted. ' Is this something you can work past, or is it all over?'

He'd thought about it, and he'd made his decision. He needed to hear Deku out, find out what really happened the night of the party. He couldn't give up on their relationship when he didn't even know what happened . If it was just a drunken fling with a stranger, then... then maybe Katsuki could accept that. They could work past it if it really, truly meant nothing. They could at

least try . But if Deku had sex with one of his friends, someone that he spent time with on a daily basis and might have actual feelings for? Well, Katsuki couldn't handle that.

Decision made, Katsuki grabbed his wallet and his keys from his dresser and headed for the front door. His roommates were already at their afternoon classes, so he didn't bother telling anyone where he was going. He needed to talk to Deku, before he lost his nerve.

(x)

Izuku looked down at his phone, checking the time. Uraraka had left with her mystery girl fifteen minutes ago, and Todoroki was long gone. He didn't have any classes in the morning, but he also didn't want to stay at this party alone for too much longer. Still, it couldn't hurt to get one more drink, if at least to keep him warm on the walk home.

He glanced back up at the party all around him, fixing his eyes on the drink table on the other side of the dance floor. He began to make his way around the sweaty, writhing bodies, dodging flying limbs and skirting around couples making out against the walls. He loved Kacchan, he really did, but he couldn't see himself ever making out with him like that in front of a crowd of virtual strangers. The very thought made him blush from his head to his toes.

He made it to the drinks without any injuries and put his cup down, grabbing the ladle to the jungle juice bowl that someone had put out toward the beginning of the party. It was on its last legs now, but it tasted good enough, and there wasn't as much of a burn in his throat as there was when he took straight shots, so he poured some into his cup. Someone bumped into him from behind, knocking him against the table, and he turned around to chew them out. No one was there when he looked, and he frowned, scanning the crowd. It was so loud in there that he could barely hear himself think, so after a moment, he shook his head and turned back to his drink.

He put the ladle back in the bowl and brought his cup to his lips, taking a swig. It tasted different than it had earlier that night, a little bit more bitter, and he grimaced for a moment. Still, he could already feel the pleasant burn in his system, so he chugged the drink down until there was nothing left in his cup. The sooner he got out of here, the better.

Once he was done, he went to go find a trash can to dispose of his cup. He didn't want to just set it down for the frat boys to deal with like the rest of these heathens, and he figured that the kitchen was his best bet. By the time he got there, he was already beginning to feel a bit woozy, like he'd had a lot more than the two drinks he'd allowed himself that night. He was practically tripping over his own feet by the time he located the trash can and threw his drink away.

"Hey there," a deep voice said from behind him. Izuku turned, the movement causing his vision to swim and darken. He couldn't clearly make out the features of the stranger, besides the fact that he was a lot taller and bigger than he was. "You okay? You don't look so good."

Izuku opened his mouth to speak, but it was like he'd swallowed a bunch of cotton. He ended up shaking his head instead, closing his mouth again. He tried to take a step forward, but it was like his feet weren't his own. He ended up slamming into the chest of the stranger, causing them both to make sounds of surprise. The man caught him easily though, putting him right on his feet. Izuku blinked at him and tried to thank him, but his vocal chords didn't seem to work the way that they

should.

"You look like you need to lie down," the stranger said, taking Deku's bicep in his hold. "Don't worry, I know just the place."

The stranger led Izuku through the party, weaving in and out of the crowds with expert precision that Izuku no longer felt. He began to wonder what exactly was in the jungle juice that he'd gotten this drunk this quickly, but in the blink of an eye, he was no longer in the crowd. Instead, he was being led into a dark bedroom that he didn't recognize. It smelled like body odor and cigarettes, like the stranger himself did. In the next moment, Izuku was being pushed down onto something soft. It took him a moment to register that it was a bed he was laying on, and another moment to figure out that the stranger was now leaning over him, running his hands over his body, over his jeans and sweater.

"You're a cutie, aren't you?" the stranger whispered, his hot breath ghosting over Izuku's clammy skin. "I've had my eye on you all night, gorgeous."

Izuku tried to speak, tried to tell the man that he had a boyfriend, but his fucking voice failed him yet again. The stranger lifted up and began running his hands underneath Izuku's sweater, caressing his skin before he took the garment off. His eyes were dark with lust when he looked down at him, raking over the lean muscles of his body. "Well, well, well, look what you were hiding," he said, whistling low under his breath. "Damn. I wondered if the freckles extended all the way down here." He trailed a finger down Izuku's sternum, down, down, all the way to his navel. Izuku's abs unintentionally tightened at the feeling, and the stranger smirked.

"You're going to be fun, aren't you?" he asked. He reached down and began grappling with Izuku's pants. Izuku's limbs just felt so heavy, like they were made of lead, and he just couldn't move -

"Stop!" Uraraka cried, pulling Izuku out of his story. Izuku snapped his head up to look at his friend, shocked to find the tears pulling at her chocolate irises. He shook off the remnants of the memory, the same one he'd been playing in his mind over and over for the past three days, and instead leaned forward to try and touch Uraraka's hands.

"Ochako, what's wrong?" he asked. "I thought you wanted me to explain?"

She looked at him then, her expression filled with hurt and pain- not like she was mad at him, he realized, but rather sad for him. He hardly had a moment to wonder why that could be before his arms were full of the crying girl, who buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"Deku- Izuku ," she sniffled, squeezing at his middle tighter than before. "Oh my god , you've been dealing with this alone for a whole week !"

"I-" Izuku stammered, feeling confused. "I mean, I told you that, Ochako! I don't understand."

She pulled away from him, bracing her hands on his shoulders so she could look him dead in the eyes. She searched his face, and seemingly didn't find what she was looking for, because her eyes widened. "Izuku," she said slowly. "Izuku... you were drugged. You were raped ."

Izuku stared at her for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Before either

of them could say anything else, the door to the room swung open. They both looked at the intruder, both of them sucking in a breath at the sight of the man in the doorway.

Bakugou Katsuki's face was as white as a ghost as he looked at them right back, his expression filled with a mix of shock and misery.

" What ?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.