"And he's out cold," Uraraka mused, poking at Izuku's forehead. The passed-out boy had no reaction to the touch. 

Ashido had just finished Kirishima's newest tattoo and I found myself only mildly irritated by how little reaction he had during the process. "Perfect timing," I said looking between the redhead and blond that Izuku was so fucking hung up on. "I have to talk to you two." 

To no one's surprise, Bakugou instantly sneered at me. "What the fuck would we ever need to talk about?" he snapped, but I noted that he wasn't nearly as loud as he normally was around me. Even though he could barely look at Izuku, he was still being considerate of him. 

I raised one of my eyebrows at him, not taking the bait. Having a fistfight wasn't on my list of things to do that day. "We can have this conversation in a room full of people or we can go somewhere else, up to you two." 

Honestly, I wasn't sure what I was even doing. The boy I'd been in love with for most of my life finally seemed like the feeling might be mutual, and I was going to try to rationalize with his exes. All the weed must have finally been getting to me. 

But I meant it when I said I never wanted them to break up. I knew they made Izuku happy and it was a punch to the gut every time I had to see him cry over their relationship. I had killed someone, but the thought of keeping Izuku to myself when I knew that wasn't what he wanted... I wasn't sure it was something I could live with. My goal, from the beginning, was never to break them up. If Izuku could love two people at the same time, why not three? 

"Better yet," Ashido cut in, looking between her two friends in a warning. I didn't blame her, it looked like they were both ready to jump me in the middle of her room. "We'll leave and you three can just have your little pissing match here. Don't break any of my shit," she hissed at all three of us as she stood. 

"Mina, how am I supposed to leave?" Uraraka asked in a quiet voice, obviously trying to not wake the sleeping teen on her shoulder. 

I rolled my eyes at her. After all these years, she was still worried about that. "Ura, he's stoned. You could drop him right now and he'd stay asleep," I reminded her. Just to prove a point, I grabbed his upper arm and pulled him off her. His head lulled toward me, but other than that there was no reaction. 

"Oh, yeah, duh," she said, lightly smacking her palm against her forehead. 

I kept my grip on him, knowing that if I didn't, he'd fall to the floor like a brick. Somehow, I was able to get to my feet without letting go, scooping him into my arms and placing him on the bed that Todoroki and the other two had abandoned. 

"Well, we'll be downstairs," Ashido said testily. "If I hear any yelling, I'm calling the cops." 

"No, you're fucking not," Bakugou said to her, now on his feet as well, his arms crossed over his chest. 

She pointed one, accusing finger at him. "Don't test me, Katsuki Bakugou." 

The threat was empty, even I knew that. There was too much incriminating shit in her room for her to even consider calling the cops. 

She shut the door behind her, the sound of it clicking closed hung in the air between all of us. I wasn't sure what to say, not thinking I would get this far. Sure, I could be a persistent ass, but I genuinely didn't think I'd ever get Kirishima and Bakugou to listen to me. 

"Well?" Kirishima prodded, already sounding bored with the conversation that hadn't started yet. He was leaning back against Ashido's desk, his hands resting on either side of him. 

Fuck, I have to actually say something now. 

I dragged a hand down my face, using it to stall as I tried to think of what to say. "Look, I don't know why you guys broke up, but-" 

Kirishima cut me off with a harsh laugh, motherfucker couldn't even let me get a full sentence in. "Because of you, actually." 

I paused, not expecting that response. I knew that living with Izuku was causing tension in their relationship, I would have to be legally blind to miss it, but I hadn't thought it was that bad. It's not like he had done anything, it was all me. If anything, our friendship should have ended, not their relationship. Were they stupid or something? 

"What?" 

"We fought about you and he broke up with us," Kirishima restated, rolling his eyes and redirected his gaze over to the blond, who I had expected to be yelling more. 

"Mm, no," I said, catching him off guard with my flippant disregard of his retelling. "You didn't see him that night. He didn't dump you." A person doesn't break down like that after leaving someone, especially not Izuku. 

"Did you seriously want to fucking talk to us just to fight over who dumped who?" Oh, so Bakugou did know how to speak. 

Unfortunately, it only served to piss me off, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point of any of it. "No," I said through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to get you back together." 

Kirishima abruptly pushed himself off the desk, a pissed-off smile finding its home on his face. I was used to the expression, I saw it frequently, since I was such a smartass all the time. At least I was self-aware."You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said with a shake of his head. "C'mon Kats, we're leaving." 

"Do you love him or not?" I asked. The question had the desired effect, stopping both of them in their tracks. 

I watched the blond's jaw tick and absently wondered if he had ever chipped a tooth from the action. "You don't get to fucking ask us that." 

"You clearly do," his statement was enough proof of that, "so what's the problem?" I deadpanned, not understanding the disconnect they appeared to be having. 

"Because he has feelings for you!" Kirishima said, raising his voice just enough to make me question if the others heard him downstairs. 

"Okay, and?" I asked, once again not seeing what the problem was. "You two, of all people, should know how fucking big his heart is. He was literally made for polyamory, which by the way, is the term used to describe your relationship." I was actually really fucking annoyed to learn that they broke his heart because he had feelings for me. That was the stupidest shit I had ever heard. 

Kirishima's sharp teeth looked ready to rip my throat out as he snarled at me. "So we're supposed to sit back and deal with him falling in love with anyone he wants?" 

"Oh my fucking god," I exclaimed, needing a moment to calm myself before I actually threw a punch. It was like I was talking to two, very pissed-off brick walls. "Not anyone, me, who by the way, has loved him longer and more unconditionally than either of you. So, how about you shut the fuck up and take some notes? Izuku doesn't just fall in love with anyone he sees, he's been through too much to ever hand his heart out freely like that. You two know exactly how guarded he is.

"And whether you want to believe it or not, he is loyal. The only reason he had feelings for me when you were together is because I got to him first. Those feelings already existed, it didn't just happen out of the blue. Izuku would never go out of his way to fall in love with someone when he's in a happy and healthy relationship already. So, if you two could stop guilting him for something that happened before he ever met you, it'd be fucking great." 

I took a breath, trying to reign in my anger at the both of them. Could they seriously not see how hypocritical they were being about all of this? The two of them had been together before Izuku was in the picture, meaning that at least one of them had to develop feelings for him while in a committed relationship. At least Izuku's feelings for me predated their relationship. 

"You're both being children," I said in a more even and calm tone. "And it's at his expense. If you really love him as much as you always say, you'll get over yourselves and admit you fucked up." 

I watched them as the little gears in their brains finally started to move, mulling over my rant. They both kept their faces impressively blank, so I wasn't sure how the rest of our conversation would play out. Either they came to their senses and I got one extremely happy Izuku, or they continued being little bitches and weren't worth his time anyway. I wasn't positive which outcome I was rooting for. 

The two of them exchanged a long look, speaking without words in a way that freaked me out a little until I remembered that Izuku and I did the same thing all the time. It was something that was only possible when you'd spent years loving the same person. A sudden wave of curiosity about their backstory hit me, but I elected to ignore it. 

Eventually, Kirishima broke their staring contest with a resigned sigh, turning away from me and the blond. "What happened on the trip?" 

I crossed my arms as I thought over his question. "What happened doesn't matter, you weren't together," I answered snidely. I was being a dick about it, all but admitting that something happened between us, but at that point I felt they deserved it. At least a little bit. 

"Just tell us what fucking happened," Bakugou said, leaning his back against the wall behind him. 

Their moods had done a sudden one-eighty. All of their anger and resentment had fled, leaving exhaustion in their wake. Arguing with me tended to have that effect on people, I was never good at knowing when to drop it. Just ask Izuku. 

"I kissed him," I admitted, studying them closely for their reactions. Neither of them seemed surprised at the answer they were given. 

Kirishima folded his arms across his chest, letting his freshly tatted hand rest on his elbow as he looked me up and down. "Okay, now the full story." 

A small escaped my lips before I could stop it. "We were at a house party of this rich prick that used to bully him in middle school. The guy's had a crush on me for years and he's been getting really annoying. When I saw him coming my way, I kissed Iz to get him to back off," I explained with a shrug, taking a seat at the end of the bed. The conversation wasn't ending any time soon, might as well make myself comfortable. 

"That's it?" Bakugou asked, not believing it for a second. 

I rolled my eyes because, of course, they wanted all the nitty-gritty details. "I ended up making out with him in the kitchen, and he bitched out Monoma because it's Iz, then we made out again. Happy?" I asked with a single brow raised. 

"Thrilled," Kirishima snarked, his red eyes blazing as he sized me up. At that point, I couldn't tell if the guy wanted to kill me or fuck me. Another effect I tended to have on people. 

Bakugou turned to the redhead, genuine worry broadcasted across his features. "What the fuck are we supposed to do with that?" He sounded lost, as if I'd just turned off every light he had. 

Kirishima shook his head. "Depends on him." His eyes glanced at the sleeping boy behind me. "How do we know if he even wants us back?" 

"Because he's smoked through my entire stash in a week," I said in disbelief. Every time I had thought about how this little talk would go, I genuinely never pictured that they would doubt Izuku's feelings for them. I was livid that they were even considering the possibility. "He hasn't been high this much since we were running with Shigaraki. This shit only happens when it's his only way out that doesn't end with him dead. I've never seen him hurt this bad and I've seen all his lows. If that isn't enough proof that he wants you back, then maybe you should let him go." 

"Toshi?" 

So my rant might have been a little loud. My bad. 

"Hey, Iz," I said softly, turning to face him with a weak smile. 

He blinked his eyes hard, rubbing at them and squinting as he looked between us. It was painfully obvious that he was still high as a kite. "Why're you guys fighting?" He sounded tired of asking. 

"We weren't fighting," Bakugou spoke up, spooking him. It didn't look like he had expected the blond to answer for me. 

He nodded after thinking over the answer for a moment. A sleepy smile slipped onto his lips as he let his head fall back to the pillow below him. "Good, I like when you get along," he yawned, curling back up with his eyes closed. 

"It'll be a few hours until he's coherent," I said to the two conscious teens in the room. By that time, I had seen him high enough times to know how he worked. Once he was asleep, he was gonna sleep 'til he was sober. "You better figure your shit out by then." 

Ignore how this chapter wasn't supposed to be just Shinsou's pov but I got carried away :)