The Tsundere and The Insomniac

Exposed

Bakugo woke the next morning, seeing an empty sleeping bag with a note on it. He sat up and got out of bed, picking the note up and reading it.

'I went back home. -Shinso'

The blonde smirked softly. Damned mind freak, playing right into place.

The indigo haired boy continued to shake, waiting, silently waiting for his father to let him out of the closet.

Another sleepless night... He thought. His body ached and stung from the beating he received the night before.

He was almost certain he had a broken arm, and his legs were bruised, cut, burned, and bitten. His wrists had rope burn from struggling against ropes that bound his hands together.

His head ached, dried blood under his nose from where it had bled last night, and a dark, very noticeable black eye had formed.

His eyes were a dark, emotionless lavender, the poor boy looked numb, as if he couldn't feel anything, but his eyes had an edge to them, showing he was in horrible pain.

Eventually, the closet door opened, and he was beaten again. "Next time, you come straight home, damned villain." The man he called father spat at him.

The tired male was soon untied, and his father walked to the kitchen downstairs.

Shinso stood on shaky legs, pain pulsing through his body and he struggled to get into his uniform.

He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, staring at the new bite marks on his neck with anger, hatred, and so many other emotions, but the only one visible in his eyes was heartbreak and betrayal.

He sighed and grabbed the foundation he used to cover the visible injuries. The black eye was still visible, and if you looked hard enough, so were the marks on his neck.

The boy sighed and grabbed his bag, sneaking out the window to avoid being seen by his father, and began the painful walk to UA.

The angry blonde kept an eye out for the tired male, his plan was working so far, all he'd have to do is see the injuries, and he'd have enough personal evidence to help him.

It was lunch time, and Shinso sat at the table he always sat at, alone.

As he stared into space, someone grabbed him by the back of his uniform jacket and dragged him into the hallway, where no one was around.

"Alright jackass, the black eye is noticable, so are the marks on your neck, and I can almost guarantee that you're hiding a hell of a lot more under your clothes." The temperamental male said.

The tired male stared at him like he was crazy, then it hit him. It was all part of a plan. "You asshole... You played me."

The blonde only smirked. "Damn right, now start talking." He grunted.

The tired male sighed. "What do you want to know, you prick?"

Maybe this can help me... Shinso thought.

"The only question I really need answered is, are you being abused at home?" The blonde asked.

Shinso nodded his head. "Yeah... You can't go telling anyone though. He'll find out. He'd kill me if he found out."

The blonde nodded. Yeah, I'm telling Aizawa Sensei later.

"Now, as for the questions I just want answered, it'll require vision. How bad is it?"

The tired male froze at that. "No way. My clothes are not coming off."