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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

Kirishima and Bakugo are pissed. They have been, ever since Kaminari told them about the sleepover and bragged to them about it. Not to mention he explained it in graphic detail, so graphic that the boys could practically picture the expressions on your face when it happened, and hear your moans.

"So much for her being out of my league huh?" He remarks with a huge grin, after telling them everything. "But seriously, don't tell anyone. (Y/n) will kill be pissed."

At the practice after, the two boys struggle with focusing, barely even able to get their pitches on frame. They're too distracted with watching Kaminari, thinking of all the different things they could do to him.

Unfortunately, their Coach noticed how distracted they were and worked them even harder, practically training them into the ground. The boys left feeling exhausted and frustrated that night, all because of Kaminari.

"Fuckin hate the shithead." Bakugo seethes the moment he gets into his car, slamming the door shut. Kirishima follows suit but is much more gentle with his door.

"I can't believe he did that. Not only that, but he violated your trust and privacy, that prick. He's so stupid. I don't know what she sees in him." Kirishima mutters hatefully, his rage mixing with Bakugo's.

"If only Coach Toshinori wasn't there. I'd fucking kill his ass." Bakugo hisses, grinding his teeth together. "I'd help you."

"Maybe we actually should kill him. I mean, we could just frame someone or something and it'd be easy to cover up our tracks." Bakugo suggests.

"No, we couldn't do that...could we? It would be super risky and I don't know if I'd be able to do it." Kirishima confesses.

"Fine...how about we tell (y/n) everything he told us so she'll know he betrayed her and she'll never want to talk to him again?" He offers.

"That does sound good and it would get her away from him, but that would hurt her really bad. I couldn't do that to (y/n). It would be wrong." Kirishima states, rejecting his idea yet again.

Bakugo lets out a long sigh. "Fine, what do you want to do, then?"

"I don't know...All I know is that I want to hurt him. Real bad."

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(Y/N): We need to talk

Kaminari stares down at the text in confusion as he walks down the dark, empty street alone. What is there to talk about? You and he shared a wonderful moment that'll always remain a secret, (with Bakugo and Kirishima now sharing it, but he doubts they'll say anything) and you enjoyed it and so did he. It's that simple.

Or maybe you want to be more than friends. Maybe this is you realizing that you want to be with him. His heart pounds at the idea and he grins to himself hopefully.

But then again, "We need to talk" isn't used to start relationships. It's used to end them. So what's going on? Do you not want to be friends with him anymore?

Before his thoughts can continue, he's pushed from behind. He was so focused on your text and what was going on with you that he hadn't even realized he was following.

He struggles to his feet, turning to face the two men in front of him and struggling against them. Before he can get a good look, he's punched across his face. The force is so strong it makes his head throb and causes him to fall forward, blood pouring from his nose.

He flails about, trying to punch and kick the men attacking him, but one of his arms is grabbed and pulled behind his back, and his face is forced against the brick wall in front of him. He wants to scream for help, to do something, anything to stop the attack, but he's frozen in fear, unable to speak or move.

The arm that's behind his back, is suddenly bent at an inhuman angle, and before he can even feel the pain, he hears the sickening crack of bones breaking. He's not mute anymore, screaming from the sharp pain that shoots through him.

The men shut him with another punch, this one hitting his eye. Kaminari can feel it instantly swelling from the blow. He almost passes out from the pain, and he just wants it to stop.

Sure, he may be an idiot sometimes, but he's never done something so bad that he deserves this. Unfortunately for him, the pain doesn't stop. And both his index and middle finger, the fingers that were once inside of you are now twisted at inhuman angles, making him cry out once more.

Finally, he's released, pushed to the ground instead. The man takes the wallet in his pocket, pulling out his cash and credit cards, before tossing it back at him. They also take his phone, throwing it onto the ground, and causing the screen to shatter.

They leave him after that, lying on the cold hard ground, groaning in pain. He can barely even move it hurts so much. He can't help but wonder what he did to deserve this, and why? Why him?

When he hears the sound of footsteps heading toward him, he panics at first, thinking the men have come back for more. But then he hears voices and laughter, and he feels relieved. When the group finds him, he hears panicked and worried voices. He is safe.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

--

When Kirishima and Bakugo get back to their car, they're both panting, their hearts racing. They pull off the ski masks they had on to hide their features, staring at one another. Both their hands are scuffed and bruised from punching, blood covering Bakugo's after he gave him that blow to the face.

Bakugo grips the steering wheel tightly, and both of them are exhilarated from the previous action. Knowing they were hurting someone for you made them feel...proud.

In a way, they were looking out for you and getting back at Kaminari for running his big mouth. And, they might've done it because of jealousy too, but that doesn't matter.  All that mattered is how good they feel.

"That was great." Bakugo's the first to say. Kirishima can't help but agree.

"Yeah...we should do it again sometime."