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The Unraveling

Author Note: So by now you know I can't draw and that this is not my artwork.  So if this is yours please let me know!

Midoriya a paced his apartment. "He was his first love, I knew he had relationships before, right? I mean clearly he's.. he's".

'Experienced'

Izuku grimaced.  "And it was a high school relationship, it's not like he was still dating him and me. Kacchan only contacted Keigo because he likes me,"  he continued muttering.

'This would be our third meeting since he left for University. Katasuki decided that our relationship was stronger and ended them'

He collapsed on the couch, hands on his face.  Tears welled in his eyes, the agony of those words crushed him.  Was Katsuki calling Keigo to go back to him like the other times?

He felt sick, his head started to spin.

'Most of the people that Kat has been with before have been much more physically attractive and sexual.'

"More attractive and more sexual," he hiccupped. He knew that Keigo was being hurtful, his rational mind understood that fact.  He was shy, awkward and was still a virgin at twenty-one years old.  "Kacchan has never complained or said I wasn't enough" He huffed remembering their afternoon together.

'Was he enough?'

Bakugou sat on the train heading back home.  The entire meeting was a complete waste of time.

'What the fuck?'

The bank manager seemed surprised when he showed up.  They had left him in a fucking room on his own for almost an hour until another very nervous banker showed up and asked stupid fucking questions.  After another hour, three bankers came in and told him the loan was renewed.

He just wanted to get back to the fucking bar, get something to eat and kiss the fuck out of his nerd.  He pulled out his phone, smiling as he texted Deku.

Izuku's phone chirped

Ding ding.

(Kacchan) Hey Deku, I'm on my way back, where are we eating?

Midoriya stared at the phone.  Could he really see Kacchan right now?  He needed to process what he'd just learned.    If he saw him, he would have to ask if he was going to end up leaving him for Keigo.  And what would he do if the answer was yes? His body began to tremble.

'And the bank.'

Had he really lost his loan?  Could Keigo's father help?  The bar was everything to Kacchan, it was his freedom. His body sagged, his brain hurt, he wanted to just go away and be able to think.  He picked up his phone and hit a number.

"Izuku?"

"Hey Mr. Aizawa!" his voice cracked trying sound happy.  "I am coming up that way to interview for a potential consulting job and I was wondering if I could stay with you?"

"Oh, sure Izuku, when are you coming?"

"Tonight," he said impulsively.

"Tonight? Izuku?  I am really sorry but I am leaving for a conference tomorrow.  Can you stay with someone else or get a hotel room?"

"Oh sure, thanks anyway Mr. Aizawa." Izuku wanted to get off the phone immediately.

"Wait Izuku, are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, thanks again, bye, have a great conference."

He hit end.

'Who else?'