Triad

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ultraviolettheory
Hello to all our loving fans. We're coming to you today to announce with deep regret that we will be canceling the American leg, the last leg, of our world tour. Our lead guitarist, Shouto, was in a serious car accident last night. The health of each individual of our band matters greatly to us, we are a Pack first and foremost. We want him to not only have the adequate time needed to heal physically but mentally as well.

We will have further news about Shouto's condition as well as ticket refunds and rescheduled show dates later on in the week. We understand that this doesn't account for the travel fees many of you have already paid just to come and see us, we deeply apologize for this but we hope you understand and respect our decision. Please keep Shouto and the others involved in your thoughts. Thank you.

Bakugou sat on the bathroom floor, Ashido and Kirishima on either side of him. He gripped the phone, the one Midoriya and Todoroki had sent him, so tightly he thought he might actually break it in half.

"Can you guys give me a minute?" He asked.

"Are you gonna call him?" Kirishima questioned. Bakugou nodded.

"I- we're partially bonded, I need to. I'm not gonna feel any less like shit until I do."

"Okay." Ashido agreed, standing up and pulling Kirishima with her. "We'll be outside if you need us." The door shut soundly behind them and Bakugou was suddenly alone. His fingers shook, he wasn't sure if it was from shock or the restraint to not do something completely and utterly stupid.

He dialed.

The phone rang.

He thought about hanging up.

Someone answered.

Midoriya sounded like shit. He sounded like he had been crying for hours and was still crying. He sounded ruined in the worst way. Bakugou hated it.

"Zuku." Bakugou said, his voice hesitant.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya breathed, a strange choked sound caught in his throat.

"Is he... will he be okay?"

"I hope so." Midoriya responded. "He's got a broken rib and leg. They're worried about his back too. A lot of scrapes and bruises. Some cuts from the windows shattering."

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for Kacchan, this isn't your fault." Midoriya responded. "He's always been reckless when it came to his father."

"His father?"

"Shouchan thinks he's just like Enji because he hit you." Midoriya sighed. Bakugou felt like a large bucket of ice cold water was dumped over him. He didn't like the way that sounded. "Todoroki Enji is a great businessman but he's a terrible husband and a terrible father. He values his work and his pride more than his wife and kids." The line was quiet then, Bakugou taking everything in.

"We're bonded."

"I- yes, we felt it."

"Just because I'm calling doesn't mean I want anything to do with you right now."

"We understand."

"I don't like that my body forced us together. I don't like that I can't tell if what I'm feeling is me or just Omega biology. I don't like being dictated by my nature. I need to figure it out... away from you."

"Whatever you want Kacchan." Midoriya agreed easily even though it made his heart break into a thousand pieces. "We'll be returning to Tokyo when they clear Shouchan for flying, I hope we can talk then."