Last part. I promise

Kirishima's pov:

This is the second day of our suspension. Bakugo and I had to go to the book store and get a certain hero textbook for everyone in our class. We also bought a novel we both wanted to read. We're sitting outside on the veranda now, reading our books. I hear footsteps approaching us and I get confused. Who'd be here right now? Everyone's still in class. I look up and see Zeref covered in bruises. I chuck my book onto the ground and run over to him. As I get closer, I can see something wet on his cheek. He's crying, isn't he? I pull him into a tight hug, not willing to let him go. He rests his head into my chest and grips the back of my shirt.

"The hell is going on!?" Bakugo shouts as he walks up behind me. My protective side kicks in when Zeref starts to shake even more.

I collect as much of my non-existent confidence as I can and reply harshly, "go away Bakugo. You have no place in this conversation."

He hesitates for a bit before replying, "Tch. You're lucky that I want to read instead of being here." He walks off after a while.

I focus all my attention onto Zeref. "Don't tell me that father did that to you." I hiss out angrily but continue to keep a secure and warming grip on him. He's still soaking my shirt with his pouring eyes. He manages to croak out a yes through the sobs. I feel so bad for Zeref. I grab his shoulders and reluctantly pull him away from me. I stare into his sad eyes until I notice something purple on his neck. I can tell just by one glance that it's a hickey. "No. he did not do it with you, right?" I'm so angry right now. Zeref gives me his response in a slight nod.

I'm absolutely disgusted right now. "How dare he hurt my little brother like that!" I shout. Zeref shrinks underneath me.

"P-p-please c-calm dow-wn E-Ei," he cries.

"Why the hell didn't you stop him? You're strong enough to do it so why didn't you!?" I whisper shout at him. Something sparks in Zeref's eyes.

He shouts, "well you never stopped him so why should I!?"

"Because he's hurting you, Zeref!"

"Well not as much as he's hurt you in the past! You obviously remember all that's happened to us, especially yourself. But still, you refuse to tell anyone about it!"

"Because no one needs to know about it!"

"Think logically for once Eijiro Kirishima! If you tell an adult than maybe he won't hurt me anymore and I'd be safe from his wicked ways! And how about you! You fought back against Shigaraki, didn't you!? You know that dad's actually going to kill you, he's furious!"

I don't respond. How could I? No matter what I say, he's always right. I'm going to have to tell someone about this to keep him safe. "I'm sorry bro. I want to tell someone. To get you out of that hell hole but telling such information about what he's put me through is too much for me to handle. I've kept it bottled up inside for so long. Just the thought of telling someone makes me want to puke. But I promise – I promise I will tell someone soon. I just need some time to prepare." I admit. Who would I tell anyways?

"I understand where you're coming from Eijiro. I feel the same way but you're more strong than me. Both physically and mentally," I'm about to butt in but he continues, "and no. You will not help me with my wounds. You know I can regenerate."

I sigh, "fine, Zeref. Just promise me one thing. You'll stay out of home as much as you can."

"I promise." He smiles and hugs me tightly. I watch as his body fades from view. How am I meant to explain this to Bakugo? I know he's been listening in on my conversation. How do I lie myself out of this? I don't understand how I'm meant to ignore him considering I have to spend the whole of tomorrow with him. I bend my back and yawn harshly. I'm so tired. I let my arms drop heavily at my sides and turn around on one foot. Instead of being greeted with the sight of the doors, I'm given Bakugo's face instead. I jump about one foot from the shock.

"B-Bakugo?" I ask.

"What the hell was that all about!?" He shouts angrily.

"Eh-It's, uh – nothing," I lie.

"You said something about telling someone about something traumatizing? You know, I'm here for you. I'll beat the bastard that dare lay a finger on you! I'll pummel him into the ground but before that, I need you to spill the beans of who the fuck hurt you or even what hurt you." He tries to cover up his concern but it kind of backfires.

I say in an enferiorating tone, "like I said, it's nothing Bakugo." I need to stop the tears from forming. Seeing my brother like that hurts and now that Bakugo wants me to tell him everything? It's way too much for me to handle.

"It's obviously nothing if you're having lots of talks with your brother about it." He slams his hands on my shoulders and I jump out of my skin.

"G-get off me." I feel so weak and stupid. Why do I have to be like this? Why can't I just be a normal kid!?

"Huh?" He takes a hand off of my shoulder and raises it. I can't help my reaction. I duck out of his grip and sprint away from him and towards the dorms. The barricades break and my eyes start pouring. I wipe the tears away. I need to see. I can hear Bakugo shouting my name – well nickname in the background. He's far behind which is good for me. My thighs and calves burn with every step. My lungs hurt as I leap and bound up the stairs. I reach my door and start messing around with the knob. The footsteps are gaining on me. And quickly. I finally get the key in and turn it. I rip the door open and slam it shut behind me, quickly lock it.

A knock rapps at my door though I ignore it along with the calls from Bakugou.

*Time skip to that night because we want the juice*

Bakugou's pov:

I once again wake up to screaming and am not very happy about that. I can't take the confusion anymore and walk over to his dorm. I knock at his door but Kirishima doesn't reply.

"Open up," I order quietly. All I get is shuffling from the other side. I don't say anything else, expecting the door to open up and reveal Kirishima but it never does. "C'mon Kirishima. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you," I say honestly.

After a while of using my amazing persuading techniques, Kirishima opens up and I see he's a total mess. His hair is out in all different directions, clothes all crinkled and the faint outline of a scar on the side of his neck. "What happened?" I ask.

"N-Nightmare," he whispers softly.

"I'm talking about the scar on your neck," I clarify and point to his neck.

"I hurt it as a kid."

"Let me come in," I forcefully say and Kirishima steps aside. I take a seat on his bed and Kirishima sits down beside me. "You obviously didn't hurt it as a kid. It's only new, Kirishima. I never noticed it before," I comment.

"You just didn't notice before. It's all good. Those things happen," Kirishima says with a smile.

"I'm more observant than the other extra's. I'd notice straight away. You can't fool me."

"You look tired Bakugou, get some sleep, ok? You don't want to be tired for tomorrow," he tries to persuade.

I stare at him for some time before saying, "whatever Shitty Hair."

I leave his dorm and return to mine. I turn on my lamp and sit down at my desk. I rip out a piece of paper and write 'Shitty Hair's daddy issues' and start writing everything I know about this situation down. I make the connection between his dad and Crusty Lip's. I write about everything I've overheard. The results worry me. Something doesn't seem right. Kirishima may be in danger and I really don't want that.

"I have to tell Aizawa-sensei," I sigh.

I flop down into bed and groan. I slowly drift into a deep sleep.

When I wake up, I grab the paper and leave the dorm room (after changing obviously). I leave the common room and walk to where I know Aizawa is. I knock on his door and hear a muffled groan before the door opens. He looks at me with tired eyes and I stare back.

"What do you want?" He asks with a let's get this over with tone.

I hand him the paper and let him read through it. "I don't think Shitty Hair is safe. This is everything I know about the situation."

Aizawa clicks his tongue. "Bring him here during lunch. I need to talk to him."

I say yes and leave.

Chapter 9:

Kirishima's PoV:

I'm currently in a room with Aizawa-sensei and Shinsou. Bakugou is outside. I'm sitting in a chair as the other two stand. "Why do you need me?" I ask.

"We need you to tell us some things about the league of villains. I was told you have a connection with them," Shinsou says.

I tense up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Suddenly, I lose control. "Tell us who your connection with the league is." That's Shinsou.

"Shigaraki and Kurogiri," I say against my will.

"What is your connection to them?"

My heart starts racing. I really don't want to say anything. I try to force it back but I can't. My mouth opens and I start talking. "Shigaraki and my father are acquaintances. He would kidnap me. Kurogiri would warp me into an alleyway near my house of the dorms."

Aizawa's eyes widen. "What would they do while they had you?"

Oh no. Anything but this question. "They would torture me. Whip me and disintegrate my skin. Sometimes rape me.