Hey everyone! :) Thank you for reading another installment!

Just to give you all a heads up, the Neurologist that I'm seeing at Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville prescribed me this new medication since my Central Nervous System is failing (which causes week-long Vestibular Migraines). BUT my insurance isn't covering it so… While I'm super depressed over yet another obstacle, updates might be slow!

I will bounce back though! PLUS ULTRA!

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Letters From A Fan

Chapter 10

~Time-Skip: 1 Month~

Midoriya sat quietly on the couch in the living room, staring blankly out the window into his front lawn. The sky was still overcast making the place he'd called home for so long seem dark and dreary; he wasn't even sure how long he'd been sitting in near deafening silence anymore.

But Izuku didn't feel like turning on the news or radio to see what villains were wreaking havoc that day. The house was already clean and he didn't have anyone to call other than Bakugo to talk to. His life was stagnant; cold; empty.

Midoriya's green eyes flickered to the doorway as it clicked open and he gave the best fake smile he could muster. "Hey, Kacchan" he called, pushing himself to his feet slowly and heading over to the blonde. "How was work today?"

Katsuki shrugged and gave his bag to Izuku, eyeing him while he scurried off to the laundry room as he always did. Usually, he just went on to his room to shower or cool down after a long day of fighting, but, not this time.

The blonde followed Midoriya hesitantly, watching from the laundry room doorway as he fussed over the newest stains and singe marks on his hero costume. "You get any analysis work done today?"

Izuku slowed his movements, looking back over his shoulder a moment later with a sheepish, forced smile. "I… uh… I'll do it tonight after dinner and give it to you tomorrow morning; I promise!"

Bakugo felt his blood heat up with irritation, the vein in his neck throbbing as he tried to control the urge to let his hands crackle. He glared at Izuku's back once he'd turned back around, grinding his jaw back and forth.

Katsuki took in a deep, calming breath and exhaled heavily before reaching out and grabbing Midoriya's arm. He pulled the boy back towards him, holding him tightly to his body as he squeaked and almost shook with apprehension.

"Please, Kacchan" Izuku whimpered nervously, "I just had a headache; it won't happen agai—"

Bakugo growled lowly and gave the boy a little squeeze, effectively stopping his plea. Midoriya lowered his eyes submissively, his scarred fingers finding their way to the blonde's chest to grip his shirt. He fully relaxed into the one-armed hold, not having the energy to argue or fight back.

To his surprise, Katsuki tangled his free hand in his curly green-tinted hair, holding him still as he roughly kissed the top of his head. He stayed in that position, unsure of whether or not to move. Midoriya could smell the nitroglycerine on the blonde's skin, the sweat that still clung to him.

He couldn't even count how many times he'd wished that Bakugo would hold him like this; how he used to crave that smoky scent every moment of the day. Now though it just didn't have the impact that it used to.

"Tell me what's bothering you, Deku," Katsuki demanded lowly as he rubbed the small of the boys back. "And don't fucking lie about some bullshit headache this time." Bakugo felt Midoriya nuzzling into his chest before he settled his forehead there, his upper body shaking slightly as he began to cry.

"I… I was j-just having a b-bad d-day…" he whimpered quietly, knowing deep in his heart that he'd felt like this every moment since he'd told Shoto to leave.

"Tsk… That's fucking obvious, Deku. What… What can I do to make it better?" he finally asked, his voice hesitant and borderline irritated.

Midoriya looked up at him with misty green eyes and attempted another wobbly smile. He rubbed the tears from his cheeks, sniffling back the still present sadness he was feeling. "I-it's alright. I'm… I'm alright… I'm going to go start dinner, okay?"

Bakugo released his hold, stepping out of the way so that Izuku could slip by him. He continued to follow, however, helping his ward get out all the necessary ingredients they'd need. He could feel Midoriya watching him though, wary of every little move he made.

"Got something you want to say, Deku?" he finally grunted.

"No! No… It's just… You've been helping me do more recently…" Midoriya answered shyly, his lips parting in a soft grin.

Bakugo became eerily quiet, though he almost tore open the bag of rice he was holding completely. It made Izuku tense, wondering what he should say to diffuse the situation. Right as he went to turn and say something along the lines of 'I didn't mean anything by it', the blonde started mumbling.

"Figured I should put more effort into this housekeeping shit so that I don't have to listen to my boyfriend bitch anymore…"

Midoriya's eyes went wide with confusion, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. "W-what?" he gasped as he whipped around to fully look at Katsuki. The pro was agitated, tension rippling through his shoulders as he continued stomping around the kitchen.

"I said you're my fucking boyfriend now, Deku. Clean out your fucking ears" he repeated, slamming the refrigerator door loudly.

Izuku leaned back against the counter, his body sagging as he mulled over what the blonde had said. It seemed unreal, almost like he'd dreamed up the entire conversation since Bakugo had come home; Maybe he'd fallen asleep on the couch?

"Oi! What the fuck? You've been hounding me about dating you for years and now that I finally agree you don't even look remotely happy!" Bakugo seethed, finally losing the battle against using his quirk. His hands crackled dangerously, sparks flying in all different directions.

"No! That's not it!" Midoriya assured quickly, rushing over to Katsuki so that he could grip his shoulders and rub them soothingly. "I'm happy! So happy, Kacchan! I just wasn't expecting it and my brain kind of short-circuited."

Bakugo glared down at Izuku angrily, his hands still sparking next to his sides as he examined his 'boyfriend' suspiciously. "Fucking idiot; you're lucky I think you're cute sometimes," he finally ground out, quickly gripping Midoriya's jaw and thigh tightly as he lifted him onto the counter.

Katsuki kissed Izuku, biting at his lower lip and sucking harshly as he dominated the action. He moved onto his neck next, nipping and marking the area with little bruises as he kneaded the boy's hips. "Dinner can fucking wait; I want to consummate this boyfriend shit with you."

Midoriya mewled in his ear, relaxing to the sometimes too rough touches. "Boyfriend… I'm Kacchan's boyfriend…"

Even in his head, it didn't sound right, but, he pushed the displeasure from his mind and focused on Katsuki.

Todoroki sat on a bench at the park he'd come to help Midoriya at, picking at his lunch. Nothing he tried to eat even sounded appetizing, much less tasted good. But he did his best to force it down anyway so that he wouldn't lose his strength and end up getting killed by some random villain.

His two colored eyes flickered around at the people around him, anger simmering just beneath his skin at how happy they all seemed. What right did they have to go on their merry way when he felt as if he was drowning once more.

The last time he'd felt such anger and isolation was back in his first year of high school… back before 'Deku' had reached down into the suffocating water and pulled him out. Those letters were his lifeline and the person writing them his savior. Yet now Shoto had neither to look forward to each week.

Todoroki was almost grateful when his work phone beeped at him, pulling him from his melancholy thoughts. He packed up and headed to the sight of the attack quickly, only to wish he'd just stayed moping around in the park.

Katsuki's loud explosions were drawing closer, signaling that he too was going to join the fight. They made eye contact as the blonde flew above him, red eyes digging into heterochromatic ones with a smugness that made Todoroki's skin crawl with hatred.

They'd seen each other a few times since Shoto had initially shown up at Bakugo's house to whisk Midoriya away, but, most of those encounters were fleeting or too chaotic for anything to go down between them.

Ice frosted over Todoroki's right side as steam rose from his left, the air around him shifting between the two opposite temperatures dangerously. Every movement the blonde made caused Shoto to nearly snap with anger, the only thing keeping him in check being the villain who was actually causing quite a bit of property damage.

Uravity showed up to assist the two as Todoroki finally managed to focus, using her powers to keep ruble off of the ground. "What is his power?" she shouted above the spectator's coos of support.

"It looks like some kind of Earth-type quirk," Shoto responded as he created an ice barrier to box them in. "Is there no more information about him?"

"No!" Ochaco panted, "Deku hasn't sent anything into our office in almost two weeks!"

Bakugo and Todoroki made eye contact once more at the statement, glaring at each other accusingly like it was the other's fault.

"Fucking hell! I'm so done with this extra!" Katsuki shouted, sending a massive blast towards the villain. Shoto was quick to reinforce his ice wall behind them, the force of the explosion nearly shattering it completely.

"Bakugo," he growled, stomping over to him angrily. "There was no reason to use that type of force. You could have killed him or injured a civilian—"

"AH? You jealous that I'm a better fighter than you, IcyHot? Or are you still pissy that I've got something else you want?" Katsuki sneered, refusing to back down even as he felt the heatwave fly off Shoto's left side.

"Bakugo! Todoroki!" Ochaco shouted nervously, gaining their reluctant attention. "I know you two have been at odds since high school, but, the public is watching! You can't keep acting like this!"

The dual user's chest heaved repeatedly, his quirk one more snide remark away from completely leaving his control. He was almost vibrating with rage, his eyes burning as he fought back tears. But he turned sharply and stalked away, refusing to let this get the better of him.

"If Midoriya really doesn't want me and is happy with that bastard of a man then fine. I'm better off alone anyway…" he tried to think, but, deep down he knew that wasn't true.

~Time-Skip: 1 Month~

Izuku wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, sniffling as tears continued to drip down to the floor. His swollen green eyes searched the ground for any last shards of broken glass that he might have missed during his initial sweep, bare feet already wrapped in blood spotted bandages.

When he was sure that everything had been cleaned up, he slowly stood, holding his busted ribs protectively as he shuffled back to the couch. Everything on him hurt, from the barely scabbed over gashes on his feet to the burn marks lining his back, but his heart ached the most.

He took in a shallow, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down before the already throbbing headache he had became worse. It didn't help though; he was still far too upset to move on from his and Bakugo's most recent fight.

But despite that, he continued to remind himself over and over again that Bakugo didn't mean what he said and did when he was angry. Katsuki only reacted that violently because he egged him on as he usually did. Kacchan cared about him.

"Hey, Izuku" the blonde called, finally coming out of his room after spending hours in there attempting to cool himself off.

Midoriya turned away, biting his lip as he closed his eyes. "Leave me alone, Kacchan. I'm still mad at you…"

"I didn't… I shouldn't have been that fucking rough with you. Are you alright?" Bakugo continued. He walked over and crouched before Izuku, red orbs full of regret and sadness. After another moment passed with only soft, pain filled sobs as an answer, he reached up and gripped the boy's hair, pulling his head down until their foreheads touched. "Say something, Deku…"

"I-I'm not K-Kirishima, Kacchan…" he whimpered, voice shaking. "I c-can't protect m-myself like he can…"

"Tsk… Could have fooled me, Deku. I don't even get this fucking banged up at work."

Izuku finally forced himself to look at the blonde, taking in his rough appearance. Bakugo was nowhere near as injured as he was, but, it wasn't as though he'd gotten through their fight completely unscathed either.

Midoriya hesitantly reached out and ran his thumb over the bruise covering his boyfriend's cheek, bottom lip wobbling with guilt when he saw the hemorrhaging in his eye. He didn't realize just how hard he'd hit Katsuki until that moment. "We can't k-keep doing this Kacchan. I'm n-not sure how much more I c-can take!"

Bakugo shook his head, hands moving to grip the smaller males arms tightly. "Don't say shit like that, Deku. I fucking care about you, you know that!"

"But do you love me, Kacchan?" Midoriya questioned.

The blonde furrowed his brows, almost looking like he was surprised at the question. He leaned back some, taking in the miserable sight before him without releasing his hold. "Of course I do… How could you even fucking ask me something like that?"

Izuku pushed himself to his sore feet, struggling out of Katsuki's hands as he turned to face away from him. "Because you've never said it to me. Not once. You're always mad at me and even when you aren't you say mean things just because. How can you insinuate that you love me when every interaction we have is an argument waiting to happen?"

"That shit doesn't mean that I don't fucking love you, dipshit. If I didn't I wouldn't have kept you around all this time. And I thought you said I've been doing fucking better! Make up your damn mind!"

Midoriya hunched his upper body down as far as his broken ribs would let him, sobbing from the emotional turmoil he was experiencing as well as the physical pain that seemed to be steadily increasing throughout his damaged body. He almost crumpled entirely when Bakugo stepped up behind him, wrapping his solid arms around his shaking shoulders in a rough but protective hold.

"I'm s-sorry K-Kacchan…" he cried.

"It's fine, De-Izuku... I'll try to say that shit more often. Just… stop fucking crying already… It's three in the damn morning and I've got work tomorrow."

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These poor boy's XD

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