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The following hours were filled with emotions Bakugou didn't know how to deal with. They were mostly filled with unsteady silence. Besides the times Mitsuki whirled question after question at her son, which uneventfully ended with him whispering about he didn't know. He now sat with his head in his hands, looking down at the worn down wooden dinning table. He still was trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed. First, Dekus father was abusive, okay... He assumed that much from the bruises and cuts Deku would suddenly come to school with...but that bad? I mean the man was about to kill his fùcking son for crying out loud! Second, Izuku is suicidal? I mean, Bakugou had also assumed that,but it had never even prove right in front of his very own eyes. Third, Inko was also depressed and suicidle? This was news. To say the least, Bakugou hadn't seen Inko for at least a year, but he still would never expect someone as bubbly and joyful as Inko Midoryia to get to a breaking point.  I mean... he also didn't expect Izuku to get to this point, but here we are.

He growled, more out of confusion then anything else, and glanced through his lanced together hands. He shuttered at the sight of the disheveled boy laying across to him. Blood still dried on his forehead and hands. Now Bakugou saw what he had been pushing to the very very back of his mind for the pass months. Bruises littered the greenettes face and neck. Now that Mitsuki had taken off his shirt so she could clean up some of the other wounds, Bakugou was able to see some of thing Izuku had tried to desperately hide from view. Scars scattered along his purple and blue back.

He covered his eyes once again, not wanting to see that god awful sene again. He blew out a shuttering breath, rubbing his eyes, trying to fight the urge to look back at his childhood friend. That's when he heard it, it was barley even a whisper but it shook Bakugou to his core.

"Why did you save me? Why didn't you just leave me to die, Kacchan?"

Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Fuck this god damn world. Bakugou was not about to hear that shit come out of Dekus mouth. "Why?" He growled, causing the boy on the table to flinch. "WHY!? Do you expect me to just fucking stand by when I hear someone fucking screaming for help? I'm not a god damn monster!" He frowned, crossing his arms.

"But it's me who said it." Dekus head crumpled back onto the hard wood.

"So?" Bakugou raised one eyebrow, not completely understanding the context of what Deku had just said.

"You knew it was me. You came in screaming my name." A hollow, almost silent, chuckle rang through the tiny boy. "Why does that matter? It was still a scream, and you definitely wanted to be saved. So shut the fuck up and be grateful." He huffed, turning away. Deku opened his mouth to respond, but just then Bakugous phone started going off, text after text after text. It seemed never ending. Bakugou didn't want to look at it, since the notifications were from the 'birthday chat' his classmates had created with the mind set that Bakugou would actually talk in it. Then the loud buzzing of a incoming call made Bakugou finally tear his phone out of his pocket and answer it.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WA-" He got caught off by fucking Floaty round face.

"Have you seen Deku? I was going over to his house in hope to having a sleep over before his birthday but he's not here! A-and it was a mess! Stuff was everywhere! Have you seen him?" She sounded terrified and worried. Her voice also had a hollow and cold tone to it, as if she expected Bakugou did in fact know. "Yeah, he's with me, why the fuck do yo-" He got cut off, AGAIN, but this time it was by the front door swinging open. Welcoming in a sweaty, panting, tired looking Uraraka. Her eyes scanned side to side, taking in Bakugous house. He nearly dropped his phone, screaming out curses at her. Then she spotted Deku and came running up to him. Only to stop around 3 feet away at the sight of him laying on the table. She looked at Bakugou with pure hatred burning in her eyes.

"OH COME FÙCKING ON, YOU THINK I DID THIS SHIT TO? ILL HAVE YOU FUCKING KNOW I WAS THE ONE THAT FUCKING SAVED HIM FROM THE BASTARD THAT DID THIS SHIT!" He screamed, just as much hatred being poured into every word. She froze, looking bewildered at Bakugou and Izuku. "You..didn't? Then- wha-what happened?" She walked up to Deku, grabbing his hand. He groaned, looking up at his friend then hissing from the bright light above him. "He can tell you his damn self." Bakugou huffed, turning around. Although he didn't leave, he...for some weird reason, didn't want to leave the weak, hurt, boy. Uraraka caught this and turned to him, a smirk forming on her lips. "What?" Bakugou hissed with clenched fists, balding daggers at the giggling girl. "Oh nothing!" She yelled waving her hand around, stifling a bust of laughter.

"Hey brats what's all the noise Izuku is meant to be-"  Mitsuki stopped mid sentence when she noticed the other presents in the room. "Uh...hello?" She said, confused of who this random girl was doing in her house. Uraraka chimed and skipped over to her, taking Mitsukis hand in a ferm grip. "Ochaco, Ochaco Uraraka! I'm one of Izukus friends!" Her smile faltered as she glanced behind her, once again taking the terrible damage efflicted on the poor boy. She let go of Mitsukis hand, letting her arms sluggishly drape to her sides. "What happened to him?" She breathed, looking hopefully at Bakugous mother. Mitsuki looked hesitantly at her son, as if he would answer for her. "Well...Katsuki dear hasn't really...uh well told me yet." She looked over Urarakas shoulder to Izuku. He was now proped up on one elbow, groaning as the light hit his eyes once again. "I guess we can ask Izuku now..." Mitsuki strode over to the delicate boy, taking seat on one of the chairs opposite to him.

He looked hesitantly and Uraraka,Mitsuki, and Bakugou, not sure if he should answer. Deep down, he really didn't want to. He wanted this to just go away. He wanted this to be a bad dream that he would wake up from. He didn't want to tell anyone what had happened to him. He really really didn't want to be pitied, or yelled at for being weak. All his words clumped helplessly at his throat. He tried to force them out but when he opened his mouth no sound came out. He dropped his eyes down to his scared hand. He took his other hand and with one gentle finger, outlined each cut and bruise that littered his palm. He twirled his thumbs together in a way of fighting off his anxieties. Then he let his body go limp, a deep sigh escaping from his cut lip. "I..I don't think I'm ready to t-talk about it..." Tears dared to drip from his emerald eyes, dropping silently to the table. Uraraka was first to act, she moved up to Izuku, grabbing his hand in hopes of comforting him. He didn't make eye contact with her, he simply curled into a ball, legs tight to his chest. She tried to grab his hand again but he pushed her away, jumping off of the table.

Bakugou stared in bewilderment at the tiny green haired boy who just FUCKING JUMPED OFF THE TABLE A WITH INJURIES THAT COULD LEAVE A NORMAL PERSON BED BOUND FOR WEEKS! "What the fuck?" He breathed, wide eyed. Izuku didn't take everyone's few seconds of confusion for granted. He began booking it to the door, even though his body ached and pain came shooting through every muscle in his body. He just wanted to get out of, what at least Izuku would call, an embarrassing situation. To Izukus discomfort however, Bakugou was much faster than him. He easily was able to grab the disheveled teen, stopping him in his tracks. "And where in the blazing HELL do you think your going?" It came out less stern then Bakugou would've hoped, it almost sounded...gentle? Izukus head snapped back, his wide eyes meeting the slitted ones of Bakugous. "Uh..." He tried to speak, but once again, the words got caught helplessly at the tip of his tongue. The larger teen hummed in response to Izukus struggle. The blonde swung his arm under the smaller male, picking him up bridal style. Izuku squealed in surprise. "whA-" Bakugou plopped him down on one of the wooden chairs. Izuku huffed, discouraged that his escape plan didn't work out as he would've hoped. Bakugou took the seat besides him, glaring daggers at Izuku. While all this happened, Mitsuki and Uraraka stared at each other in both confusion and shock.

"Now, fucking shitty nerd, do you mind explaining what the FUCK I WITNESSED?" Bakugou roared as the tiny teen flinched. Izuku looked at Uraraka in desperation. He really didn't want to explain that to Bakugou. He knew he would just get yelled at for being weak and not telling anyone about it. Like he knew how it feels to be in this situation. Like he knew how it felt to have a full fledged deadly fighter in your house, if you do one wrong thing, or anything to begin with, you get beat down to the ground. If you told anyone Everyone would go down with you. Izuku looked back up meeting the glare of Bakugous ruby eyes. Damn those eyes are really pret- IZUKU NO. Izukus eyes widened at his own thought. Now his fight or flight reflex's kicked in, and he braced himself to dash out the door. But, to Izuku distaste, Bakugou was once again faster then him. This time however, Bakugou didn't just place Izuku in one of the chairs, he placed Izuku on his lap.

Oh fuck-

Izuku shrieked out in surprise trying to get out of the teens grasp.

What
The
Fuck
Is
Happening

Bakugou held the teen to his chest, his head atop the others green locks. "I'll let you go when you fùcking answer me." He snarled, tightening his grip. Izuku sat still, confused, flustered, and very very scared. His face was as red as Bakugous eyes, and he tried once last time to get out of Bakugous grasp. Now, on the other side of the table, Mitsuki and Uraraka both were sitting there, both terrified for Izuku and VERY MUCH CONFUSED. To begin with, when on earth had Bakugou done ... that.... to anyone? When was that the way to get people to talk? This is the first time Mitsuki had seen her son touch someone without burning them to a crisp. Uraraka on the other hand was holding back a chuckle, even with the situation, seeing Izuku that flustered was both adorable and hilarious. "Ka-Kacchan let me go! You saw with your own eyes!" Izuku grumbled, trying his best not to make eye contact with Mitsuki or Uraraka who were staring into his soul. "They didn't see." Bakugou unclenched one of his hands and pointed across the table at his mother and Uraraka. "So? It's no-" Bakugou flicked him on the forehead. "I swear to fùcking god if you are about to say "it's not important " then I'm fucking sending you back to your father." He growled, snaking his hand back over Izukus go with ochest, creating a tight grip once again. "I'll s-say if you l - let me go!" Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his face to be a normal color again and not bright red. Bakugou complied, very hesitantly, and let the boy go, placing him on the chair next to him. Izuku sat there for a moment to embarrassed to speak. Uraraka finally spoke up after several minutes of awkward silence. "He can tell us when he feels comfortable...." She glanced at Izuku thankful eyes. "But... I think we should go. We have a birthday to get ready for!" Her smile came back, although it wasn't as bright as it usually was. Bakugou have her the death glare. "What the fuck? He's in no-" Uraraka huffed, crossing her arms.

"Stop being a overprotective boyfriend! Let the boy feel better! Come onnnnn a birthday with his friends a sure to at least make him feel a LIttLe better!" Uraraka yelled, slapping her hands together. "W-What The FucK did you just say to me?" Bakugous ears had turned pink and he crossed his arms. "What?" Uraraka said innocently blinking her wide eyes like she hadn't said anything weird just moments before. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." Bakugou grumbled, getting out of his chair. "Fuck it I don't give a shit." And with that, he left to his room, slamming the door dramatically behind him. Uraraka clapped, satisfied with his reaction, and grabbed Izukus hand. "Come on! I promise it'll be fun!" Uraraka yelled, her smile widening. Izuku simply glanced up, unsure if he really can believe that. "Fine..." And with that, Uraraka and Izuku were out, in their way to the dorms, where Uraraka still lived.

Isn't this going to be a interesting week end...

Okay I have no fùcking idea where I was going with this chapter.

Sorry that it's shit.