Totally didn't almost forget hehe oops.

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Bakugou's PoV

'Why won't you talk to me Kit?' The text read. I ignored it and turned off my phone. I held my head in my hands. Why did I think I wasn't talking to him, wasn't it obvious?

'It's not my fault you're so sensitive.' He sent. I decided I'd had enough and turned my phone onto aeroplane mode and stuffed it into my back pocket.

I sat on the doorstep of my house, not wanting to enter and immediately be bombarded with the news I already knew and questions I didn't want to reveal the answer to. I sobbed into the palms of my hands.

Finally, I decided I couldn't take it any longer, I was just delaying the inevitable. I wiped away my tears and used the cool surface of my phone to cool my reddened skin. Not much I could do about the bruises though.

I opened the door slowly and immediately I heard my mum.

"He's home, dear. How are we going to tell him? You know how well they got along." She said. I could only hear my dad's indistinguishable murmur before they both emerged, tears coating their cheeks. When they saw me, they looked horrified to see the injuries I had. They ran over to me, immediately trying to comfort me.

I pushed them off, I didn't need them to pity me. They asked questions but I stood in silence.

They shuffled nervously, before gesturing for me to sit down in the lounge. I knew what they were going to say but I followed anyway. We sat in uncomfortable silence.

Finally, my father spoke up.

"Katsuki..." He wiped his face. "It's... it's your uncle." He seemed to crack, tears now falling freely down his cheeks, it was his brother after all. I turned so I didn't have to see him, he reminded me too much of the man I had grown to love so much.

"Katsuki, what he's trying to say is..." My mother held back a sob. She was close to my uncle as well. Luckily she didn't remind me of him as much.

"He's dead, son." She held my hand. I pulled my hand away quickly, she looked heartbroken. I already knew all this, though.

I had seen his body already. It was laying at the bottom of a mountain where I walked with my uncle every week. It was where I went to calm myself down after a stressful day. It was where me and Tatsuo walked when I needed someone to talk to.

Written in that old man's blood was a message to me. 'Kit, I did this for you.' Was the message, painted in red. Only one person I knew called me by that nickname and it was unmistakably his handwriting.

I had confronted Tatsuo about it, he looked puzzled.

"Kit, didn't you read it? I did it for you." He had grabbed my hand I struggled for him to let go, instead he used his quirk on me. His quirk was an erasure one, and I was not going to use my quirk against him.

However it also made the victim unsteady, it made their body temperature rise an uncomfortable amount, it caused the victim to be reckless and disorientated. That's the only reason I knew it was in effect and the reason I knew why it was in effect. He wanted me to be weaker and easier to manipulate.

"Kit, you see," He began. "He was trying to separate us! He didn't want us together!" It was true, my uncle had tried to convince me to leave Tatsuo. There was no way for Tatsuo to know that though, we had only spoken about it in secret.

"He was getting in the way of our love!" Kamiya cried. "I should be the only person you love! You're the only one I love!" I ripped my hand out of his grasp, he was startled but regained his posture and hit me across the face. Light danced before my eyes.

Suddenly his tone turned harsh.

"You know this is your fault, right?" He growled, I felt myself begin to tremble. Kamiya was in one of his moods again and it could get dangerous.

"If you had just stayed away from that man like I told you, he would be fine!" He grabbed my wrist so hard his knuckles turned white. I whimpered, trying to pull my arm from his grip. "You're not allowed to love anyone as long as I'm here! As long as you're loyal to me, everyone will be fine! Nobody gets hurt."

He released my arm. "Go now, Kit. Before I do something we'll both regret. When I see you again I expect an apology."

I began to walk away but he called out to me.

"Happy birthday, my love." He smiled, it almost looked kind.

Then I ran.

Now I was lying on my bed, in my room, thinking about everything that had just happened. I could feel the effects of Kamiya's quirk slowly start to fade, but my mind was still scattered.

I can't believe that it happened. Now someone is dead and another taking the blame for what Tatsuo had done. What I had made him do.

I turned around, I gripped a pillow and sobbed into it.

Yay happy birthday Baku!
Also happy weed day.

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