Falling For Freckles

31. Raging Hell Fire

It's been two days since Izuku had gone home.

Two days since Katsuki felt his heart shatter.

Two long miserable days that his text and phone calls have gone unanswered.

Two days that the blonde has done nothing but lie in bed with a broken heart and a twisted mind.

This is why he never wanted a relationship, why he never wanted to fall in love, because love was hard and love met feeling and feelings ment pain.

Pain was a god damn understatement. He has never felt like this in his life. To say that he feels broken isn't even close to what's happening inside and tho he's never experienced death he's pretty damn sure this is what dying feels like, the agony of the slow bleed out that he's been feeling from the vein that's been ripped open gushing emerald green every fucking time he takes a breath and hell even breathing hurts right now.

He's cried more tears than he thought possible. He's laid awake for the past two days not even trying for sleep that has been begging to come. He puked anything he tried to get down. He's a damn shell right now, a shell of the who gives a fuck about anything Katsuki Bakugo he had been.

My my my how the mighty have fallen. His life had been completely flipped by a greenett who tripped into him made him feel things he never had, set fire to his soul and pushed love into his heart then left him completely broken with the snap of his fingers.

And the fucking sick twisted part was that none of this was the blonde's fault. For once in his life he was completely fucking innocent and it didn't matter one god damn bit.

He let's his mind twist and turn.

Maybe he should just let this seep in and turn his heart back to stone. To get angry and bitter, cold and brutal. Trampling on anyone's feelings who dare ever try and get close again.

He wants to be pissed at Izuku, pissed at him for not believing, pissed for the assuming he was guilty, pissed for not trusting him. Pissed for hurting him like this.

But no matter how hard he tries he can't, he can't even muster up an emotion close to hate when he thinks of him and that alone was pissing him off.

He loves him, he knows it, deeply, madly, insanely.

Insanely, he lets the word float through a broken mind.

Insane was the definitely the definition of love. It makes you do crazy things and who in their right mind would submit themselves to this kind of sheer torture?! A crazy person that's fucking who.

He let's out a growl, deep broken demonic, feeling crazy as he lays there with arm over his eyes.

Suddenly his mind wanders some place dangerous.

Camie. That bitch. Now that name made hatred surge through his already on fire veins.

Everything in him hates her, and the air she breathes. She's the reason not only he but his little greenett are both twisted with pain and confusion.

When Denki had come back that night he told the blonde that Izuku had done nothing but cry all the way home.

Those dark painful emerald eyes kept swimming in a blonde's mind. It twisted everything knowing the pain Izuku was in, and even tho he was suffering in his own hell he didn't want the greenett in it at all.

His thoughts shift back to the cause of both their pain.

He had tried to hunt that little slut down the day Izuku left him heartbroken in the parking lot but to no avail because she had been hiding and rightly fucking so.