I woke up a few hours later to Midoriya sitting next to me. We began to argue as soon as I woke up which caused my head to hurt more. "I don't need you to stand up for me. Me and Katchan are fine, we aren't enemies anymore. You need to cut him some slack" I can't help the laugh that comes out. It would seem Bakugou never told Midoriya what he did to me. Midoriya doesn't seem happy about my laughter but I roll my eyes at that. No point in pretending or hiding how I truly feel but if he's so okay with Bakugou then I won't tell him. "I won't go after him for what he's doing or done to you anymore but I will not be nice to him!" I could tell he was about to ask me why but I shoved past him. I head into the living room with Midoriya calling my name. "Will you just stop Miyako!" he shouts but I keep walking and sit on the couch. He sits next to me but before he can speak I hear Shoto "Miya? Can we talk?" I turn to see his face and I have to remember to calm myself. "If it's about yesterday, no." He shakes his head so I stand up seeing Bakugou out of the corner of my eye. I scoff and keep walking, following Shoto to his room. He's always been so calm but right now he seems different. Once we get inside his room he hugs me tight before I can even close the door. Shoto's face is tucked in my neck as I stare at the wall pretending to hug him back. I'm not sure how I even got here, it was supposed to be a simple mission. There's nothing simple anymore, everything's different. I'm not the same Miyako they all remember. I glance up at the mirror and I can see how disgusted I look. At least he can't see my face. I see Bakugou and Midoriya coming into the room and I calm my face quickly. "What are y'all doing in here?" I ask but only keep my eyes on Midoriya. I however can see that Bakugou is giving me a confused look. I worry he saw the face I was giving Shoto behind his back. Midoriya hesitates, seeming to debate what he's about to say. That's when Bakugou cuts him off, "we are here to understand what happened and understand why you're here" I scoff at him and sit on Shoto's bed watching me "Why the hell does it matter?" I ask not looking at any of them. Shoto barely knew me back then so I could easily lie to him, maybe even Midoriya. My problem is gonna be Bakugou he's watching me too closely, he always has. He knows when I lie I pick at the skin on my nails. He knows some of what happened, not that he'll admit to his part in it. "We have a right to know '' Bakugou says with such force I can't help but scoff. "Fine since you wanna know so bad I'll tell you" He dares to raise his voice to me and pretend to be concerned. I can't tell them everything even if I wanted to but I'll tell them some. I explained to them that when I met shoto I was a small kid. "I had moved away due to my mother dying. I never got a chance to say goodbye because I wasn't aware I was moving" I try not to pick at my nails because I did have time, I just refused to speak to shoto. I also had already lost my mother, that's not why I moved. It was because my best friend died. "Then I moved to Musutafu and went to Aldera Junior High with you two"I say looking at Bakugou and Midoriya is all true. What I don't say is how my grief stopped me from talking to them the first few months. This is the part where I lie I don't have a choice. I can feel my fingers picking at my nails but I'm distracted by my lies. "One afternoon after the argument we all had I went for a walk and was hit in the head by villains on the run. My dad and I weren't living together so it was a while before he noticed I didn't go home. Instead I was brought to the hospital and was in a coma until recently" I was never brought to the hospital but then Bakugou knows that already because he knows what he did to me. Instead I was taken in by a kind man who took care of me, one I fell in love with over the years. I'm lost in my thoughts when I look up and I notice that Midoriya and shoto believe me. However Bakugou is giving me a look that says he knows. He can't contradict my story though because to prove me wrong he'd have to admit to it. That doesn't make me less nervous though. I look at Dori "I will not be calling you that name. I don't care if it's your hero name." He looked at me angry but gave a stiff nod. I decided I had enough and walked out the room. As I was heading back I got a text, I made sure no one was near me. I pulled out my phone "Be ready, we're coming for you soon". I didn't need to have the number programmed to know who it was. I needed to hurry and think of a plan, so I put my phone away. I sat on the couch the rest of the day watching all the heroes walk around talking and laughing. A few said something about a Hero License Exam coming up. I felt someone watching me but I didn't turn to look at him. He had been staring at me since I left the room. I didn't expect him to walk up to me though. "We need to talk." Bakugou gritted out, I looked up at him. He nodded his head towards the rooms, so I stood up. I followed him to his room, I kept my eyes on him. I wasn't sure I trusted him yet. He headed inside his room and I walked in slowly looking around. I was about to say something when I felt my head get slammed. My vision went blurry for a second but then I saw him. Bakugou was pinning me to the door. I swear he's gonna give me brain damage if he doesn't stop doing that. I open my mouth to curse him out when I feel his fingers clenching and unclenching my waist. I shut my mouth and look at him but he's looking at the floor he won't look me in the eye. "Bakugou" I start to say but he cuts me off. "Stop calling me that. You've never called me that" He says angrily. Before I could say anything I felt his lips on my neck. His teeth are biting down on my neck, while his hands grip me tighter. Something isn't right though it's as though he is angrily doing it. "Bakugou what are you doing?" I ask, trying to gently push him off. He makes a noise that sounds like a growl. He pushes against me harder, shoving my hands out of his way. He slams his lips on mine, kissing me hard, his teeth biting on my lips. I try to push him again and he grabs my wrists and puts them above me with one hand. His lip slamming into me harder, his other hand holding my waist to the door. I remind myself why I'm here and give in. He seems to notice because his grip loosened on me, it's still tight but not like before. He moves his lips down to my neck, but he's softer this time. I told myself a long time ago after he left me I wouldn't let him do this.