Misunderstood Love ||A KiriBaku Fanfiction|| {IN PROGRESS}

||Chapter One||STOP!||

A couple of hours have passed since Katsuki had passed out in Izuku's arms. He had to place the blonde in his bed to allow him to rest up from what had happened, laying beside the blonde just in case. Now that he has taken care of his friend, he decided it was time to take care of whatever brought Katsuki down into that state. He pulled himself out of the bed, being careful not to wake Katsuki, and made his way out the door. He strolled downstairs and into the common room without saying a word as everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. Him silently standing there with a certain look on his face made everyone inhale and exhale hesitantly. They were scared to even breathe the wrong way, knowing that shit was about to hit the fan.

"Ten seconds to tell me who did it," Izuku said between his gritted teeth, forcing a genuine smile that made everyone in the room tense up at the sight. Izuku was one of the calm, rational students with an emotional and kind personality. When it comes to Izuku being this pissed with an intimidating aura surrounding him, it's rather frightening. In less than 3 seconds, everyone's fingers were pointing towards the same individual. Hanta Sero. The ravenette swallowed hard on the fear that built up inside of him as he saw Izuku walk towards him. The forced genuine smile that was plastered on his face was now a look of pure anger as he approached Sero. He sat down beside Sero and smiled with his eyebrows furrowed, a vein pulsating on his face in anger.

"So Sero," he started, putting an arm around his shoulder, "would you like to explain to me what you said or did to Kacchan?" Everyone's eyes were locked onto the two males who sat next to each other. They feared Sero's answer might piss off Izuku to the point they might have to inform Aizawa about the situation. Sero tensed up and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, his words not able to make their way out of his mouth.

"Well, Midoriya. Sero thought it would be a good idea to practically verbally abuse Bakugo about the way he acts. He accused him of being heartless and technically said he doesn't know how to love someone." Iida said quickly in almost one breath, in fear that he would be scolded for getting in the middle of the two's conversation. The aura around Izuku grew more intimidating, making Sero shrink down in his seat a bit.

"I see. Thank you for telling me, Iida!" Izuku said with a smile before pushing himself up off the couch, the terrifying aura quickly fading back to its normal state. Everyone looked at Izuku with their heads cocked to the side, confused by Izuku's sudden mood change. As Izuku walked and approached the doorway that led to the stairs, he stopped and looked back at Sero.

"Maybe if you weren't so focused on yourself, you would see Kacchan for who he is. Not his exterior." Izuku stated, turning back around. "Asshole." And with that, he made his way up the stairs back to Katsuki's dorm. The common room was silent, not a single sound to be heard. Not only was Izuku pissed, but he swore. Now that's terrifying to witness.

While Izuku had been dealing with business down in the common room, the Katsuki had woken up. He was zoned out in his own thoughts, his mind swirling with all kinds of things. Until he heard something. No, not a thing. A voice.

"You're heartless, Katsuki." The voice said in a sly tone, making the blond's body shiver. He shook his head, ignoring it. It was probably somebody outside his room taunting him.

"Your friends hate you. They pity you. Asshole."

Katsuki tensed up, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his ruby-red eyes. Izuku walked in and looked at Katsuki, a sympathetic look on his face. He felt bad for Katsuki, knowing how much people judged him because of his explosive personality. It's always been like this with the short-tempered blond since pre-k, everyone avoiding him or taunting him because of his overly high ego. Over time, Katsuki found out how to drown out his emotions and replace them with his natural stubborn attitude. Izuku wishes people would take time to see through Katsuki's walls, but unfortunately, people are too impatient.

"Kacchan..?" Izuku called out to the blond in a soft tone, seeing if he was mentally still present. The blond didn't budge, still zoned out with a look of fear and regret plastered across his pale face. Izuku cautiously took a step forward towards him, being careful not to startle him.

"Stop, stop, stop! STOP!" He screamed in a pained voice, burying his face in his knees as his hands went to his hair, gripping the blond locks in a tight hold. Izuku was confused yet scared as he stood there, not sure what to do to help his friend. He had no idea something so small could cause such a painful hit to the all-knowing tough Katsuki Bakugo.

Katsuki whined as his breathing hitched, speeding up as his chest stung with a stabbing-like pain. 'What's going on? What's happening to me..?!' He whispered to himself, unable to decipher all the emotions that were shooting through his body at that very moment. Little to his knowledge, he was experiencing a panic attack.