It's a messed up world.

The talk

Hi! I'm working on this with a sense of happiness, so!
Without further ado! Let's go!

Izuku waited, dear god, what was gonna happen? If he fucked up everything, what would this all have been for? He fell onto his back on the luscious green grass. He almost blended in if it weren't for the neon green track suit he wore. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight, tears falling down the side of his face unknowingly. He knew the feeling inside wasn't good, of course, he did have self harm habits. That's shit. Right? What if Kacchan  Bakugou found out? Dear lord it would be a mess. Izuku knew he had to find a way to deal with his issue right now, and that was his dreaded feelings for Bakugou. 'I wonder how long he'll take to come here... K..Bakugou said at nine.. its fucking ten thirty. '

Bakugou ran late, kissing Krishima's forehead, who laid in bed. Bakugou smiled softly, in love with the red head... not knowing why, but he did. He didn't care about Deku right now. Mostly Kirishima, he filled his mind constantly. His sharp teeth, muscular arms, charming personality. He was perfect to him. But, the moment didn't last as he grabbed his hoodie and a pair of sweat pants and got dressed, walking out and leaving a note, just in case, for his mother. He didn't care at the moment about Izuku's happiness right now, as if he was ever happy. He yawned, quietly walking through the moonlit sidewalk. He sighed softly, his palms sweating a Carmel scented chemical. He smelled sweet, making him cringe.. he eyes the greenette at the side of the small hill they used to lay on and fall asleep on as a child. Shit.

Izuku smelled the burnt Pomeranian from a mile away, groaning as he sat up "Here Baku, don't go boom boom on me right now, come on." He smiled, watching the blonde laugh softly and walk up to him, Bakugou saying, "So, wanna know about half n' half?" Bakugou muttered. Izuku simply nodded and said "His father mostly, what does endeavor do around you guys?" If Izuku could pull off killing the number one hero.. then... perfect. "Well, he's a bitch to deal with." The blonde stated, sitting down next to the shorter male "He's rough, judging his son most of the time. He's tough to fight, he won't go down unless you sweep him off his legs but he's a heavy mother fucker." He laughed softly "But he does seem to care for his family in his own way." Izuku took mental notes of this "So he's an asshole?" "Basically." The blonde laughed, looking at the smaller male, his eyes slowly drawing him in but, they didn't compare to Kirishima's adorable gaze.

Izuku's skin glistened from sweat and his own tears, the heat of the night catching up to the two as thoughts of him and Katsuki being together...in happiness. But, he decided not to bug Bakugou with Trivial things. "Why are you crying pussy?" The explosive male joked, grinning widely. "....no reason." The green haired male mumbled, wanting to feel Bakugou's touch on a night like this.. where did he ever go wrong? He didn't know about his true feelings, he tilted his head to Bakugou "...."

Bakugou noticed the other's glance, pausing as he reached out for his hand "Dek...-" "I'm leaving." The male stood up, wiping his eyes in pain "I gotta go.." he mumbled softly and walked away, crying harder with every little step, his breath becoming shallow. "Shit." The blonde cursed, falling into his back as the thought of Kirishima replacing Izuku at that moment filled his mind, he would be heartbroken to see Kirishima cry... but why didn't he feel anything other than pity for seeing the other party cry?