If I Had One Wish

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen- Parties over

"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

A long silence stretched over the space, people watching tearfully others in anger. The blonde sat in the middle, hands on the table and waiting for it all to be over.

The green haired boy sat beside him, gripping his knee under the table making sure he was grounded. Making sure he had someone, that he wasn't alone, that he didn't try to do anything serious.

So young, yet they grew up so fast.

.•° ✿ °•.

"Everythings fine, trust me." Izuku reassured for the thousandth time as yet another one of their classmates came to ask what all the noise was about. He had said the same thing multiple times, each time he was met with skypetical looks. Izuku had to admit that, yes, he slammed the door open but he didn't give them any other shred of information. He didn't let them see Katsuki or inside the room. It was none of their business anyway.

But this time, at least, it was different. Not a classmate but rather a teacher.

"Alright, problem child, just get some rest. Are you sure I don't need to call his mother?" Aizawa murmured, head tucked into his scarf as he tried, and failed, to get a look into the room. Izuku was blocking the doorway quite thoroughly.

"Positive. Have a nice day, sensei." He backed up, the small opening merely giving Aizawa a glimpse of blonde hair before it was gone. Shota nodded, making his way back down the hall with a small shake of his head.

Those two would be the death of him, but even so he thought so fondly of them. Izuku sighed, watching him go before closing the door behind him and turning to the male sitting cross legged on his bed, head bowed and not making eye contact. His injured arm lay in front of him, his free hand holding a piece of fabric over it to stanch the blood.

Bakugou didn't look up, not even as he heard the steps towards him, the hand grabbing his to pull his arm into his lap. The gentle touch as Izuku cleaned the cut, always giving a small apology each time Katsuki flinched.

"Do you have other blades?" Midoriya asked, tone soft. Katsuki refused to look up despite feeling the gaze on his hair.

"Yes." He sighed, not seeing the point in lying. It seems like everytime he tried Izuku would find a way, a way to break a piece of his emotional walls and reach his heart. It was unfair. So he hoped that telling the truth would keep him away, at least until he built stronger walls.

"Where?"

He looked up then, growling. "None of your business."

Izuku met his gaze evenly, even in the dark room he could make out the concern etched into the males features. "Look, I'm not going to tell you what to do-"

"Good."

"Let me finish, will you?" He whispered, his fingers running over the bandages as he rolled them expertly around Katsuki's wrist. Izuku had bandaged himself often, from training and common accidents since he was prone to those, so he was the best person to be helping Bakuou with the cuts at the current moment. At the silence he continued. "I was just going to ask that you tell me if you do it."

Katsuki bit his lip, brows furrowed.

"Only so I can clean the cuts. I'm not going to stop you, nor will I ask multiple questions. If you want to tell me you can, if you want to stop then I can help but until you put the effort into what you want I will merely make sure you don't end up killing your-" His voice cracked, for a fraction of a second his calm tone became a hysterical one. He had almost witnessed... he wiped the image from his mind, regulating his voice. "Yourself or getting an infection. So, I just ask that you tell me. Either you text me or tell me in person and come get me when you're done. I won't be mad, or angry, if you care about that. I won't-"

"Fine." Bakugou murmured, stopping the reassurances, stopping the words that cared for him. He didn't want his heart to react, he wanted... what did he want?

"Okay." It was silent. You don't just recover from what had just happened between the two. Izuku pursed his lips, wondering what to say. "Have you considered-"

"No." Bakugou shot down fast.

"Why not? A thera-"

"No!" Katsuki growled lowly, leaning closer only to have Izuku do the same.

"You don't scare me, Katsuki, nice try." He whispered, his voice turning intimidating. "My patience will merely run thinner the farther you push me."

"Go to hell." He spat out only to have his wrist caught before he moved away.

"Is it so hard to accept my help?"

"I don't need it, Izuku, I don't. God, I can't rely on people, I can't." He shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes and stinging them as he sniffled. "I just, I can't."

"You can rely on me."

"What if you leave me?!" He ripped his arm away, stepping back and clutching his hands to his chest as he backed away from Midoriya. His eyes shut tight as he yelled out. "I can't have people to rely on because I hurt them! I hurt you! I hurt me! I'm a touch of death! Okay?! I can't let you help me, why don't you leave so I stop getting my hopes up?! Just stop trying to help me! I'm not someone who can be helped."

He gasped slightly, the tears ripping through him hurting his lungs as his throat tightened. Izuku pursed his lips, standing up and walking closer. Bakugou backed up to the wall, blocking himself in the corner as Izuku rested his hand against the wall, leaning down to meet his eyes with a sad smile.

"I can't leave you." A pause, a minute to think over the tone he had used. The desperation. "I know too much already, I know you too much already. I..." He didn't say it, it'd be stupid to so he tried his best not to let it slip as he mended. "I will always care about you, we promised."

They had. They promised. They swore, blood running down their joined hands so many years back.

And that...

That broke him.