Worthy | Shinsou x Bakugo 18+ |

Chapter 12

Hitoshi had woke up early in the morning at Monoma's apartment, tangled into someone. His heart leapt in his throat as he jolted up from the couch they laid on, knocking Monoma on the floor as Hitoshi frantically picked up his clothes from the floor. Anger, frustration, disappointment , and regret boiled in his stomach as the hot tears stung the back of his eyes with so much fire, Hitoshi could've sworn he'd be staring directly at the sun somewhere in the orbit of the solar system.

How could he be so stupid? He should've listened to his judgement. He never should've allowed this to happen. He felt Monoma gently take his arm.

"Hitoshi, are you okay?" He asked worriedly. Hitoshi slapped Monoma's hand away, whirling around and glare.

"Don't. Fucking touch me." He grits through his teeth. "That was a mistake and you know it was!"

Hitoshi's white pupils burned in pure rage. Fuck, he knew he shouldn't have come here. He knew it from the moment this fucker said his name that it would be something. Instead of just ignoring or blocking Monoma's number like he fucking should have done.

"God, I can't believe I fucking trusted you!" Hitoshi's vision was blurry, He couldn't see as he stumbled around for his things and his shoes. "So fucking stupid to think we could actually be friends. Despite my better fucking judgement!"

"Hitoshi please-"

"CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I SWEAR TO GOD." Hitoshi was never one to raise his voice, but he was so upset. With Monoma-with himself. Shit, what was he suppose to do about Katsuki now? Hitoshi gasped from choking on a sob. This was his fault. He didn't want to deal with any 'I told you sos'. "Fucking delete my number and don't ever text me again."

"Shinsou, I'm Sor-"

"I don't give a fuck about your sorries." Hitoshi sniffed, pulling together what was left of his self respect to stare Monoma down from his nose. "Delete my number or I'll fucking do it for you."

Monoma shook as Hitoshi spoke, shakily reaching for his phone, his own tears blocking his vision.

"There, deleted." He whimpers. "Shinsou please understand I didn't-"

"Fuck you." Hitoshi says once his shoes is on. He storms out of the apartment, practically running home. When he got there, the moment he opened the door, Kaminari was sitting on his couch, eating a bowl of cereal and watching Helluva Boss. His gold eyes fell on Hitoshi, who looked like absolute shit and Kaminari didn't hesitate to flip his switch. His bowl was placed on the coffee table and he sprang from his seat, rushing to Hitoshi and taking him in his arms. He didn't say anything and Hitoshi was greatful for that, but....what the fuck was he suppose to tell Denki now?

The thought alone hacked out a sob from Hitoshi as his body shook violently. His knees quickly gave out and buckled under his weight and Kaminari was quick to catch him before his knees hit the hardwood flooring of his apartment.

"Come on Toshi." Denki's voice was calm, soothing, and pulled a pathetic whimper from Hitoshi. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve such genuine worry, concern or any emotion Denki had to comfort him. Hitoshi had made this bed and now he had to lie in it. "Let's get you to the couch."

Denki walked them towards the couch and he sat down, pulling Hitoshi with him and in his arms. Hitoshi's head was on Dneki's chest and Denki was sifting his fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead and letting Hitoshi cry. He is awful. Fuck, this is going to be awful.

"Denks, I fucked up." Hitoshi whimpers, when he finally calmed down enough to have a conversation. He gripped at the jean jacket Denki wore, as if Denki would pull away once everything left his mouth. "I fucked up so bad, and I'm sorry. I-I Don't know what happened. I don't know why I ever thought it would be different-"