Violet Eyes

Chapter 41

I now have a 14 hour long playlist of the most emo music I could curate, so there's that. 

The shopping trip was abruptly cut short, all of us had a sour taste in our mouths after dealing with Shindo. Well, Hitoshi and I dealt with him, Uraraka and Todoroki were just silently fuming about not being able to get a hit in. 

We made it back to the garage in the middle of a set. I didn't even care, slamming the door open and stomping to the couch. I threw myself down, lying across it and being way too dramatic for a short run-in with an ex. 

"Whoa, what happened at the mall?" Eijirou asked, the music falling into a weird cacophony of unsynchronized rhythms until they all just gave up. 

"Shindo fucking happened!" I yelled as Hitoshi came into view. He stood at the arm of the couch, his arms crossed while he looked down at me, unamused with my antics. 

"Who the fuck is Shindo?" Katsuki asked, spitting the name out like it was rotten. He didn't even know who Shindo was and he already hated him. Ugh, I'm so in love with him. 

"A guy who fucked Dori over in tenth grade," Todoroki helpfully supplied, having no problem lifting my legs and taking a seat on the couch with them falling into his lap. "Literally." 

"I'm sorry," Eijirou said, taking a small step back from the mic in front of him. "What?" 

"It's a long story," Hitoshi sighed, looking over at the confused and, quite frankly, seething redhead. I had momentarily forgotten how possessive he was, since he didn't bat an eye at Hitoshi anymore. 

"Simplify it then." It wasn't a question, it was an order. Oh, he's really pissed. 

I threw my head back with a loud groan. "He love-bombed me, I fucking fell for it, he got in my pants, and then left me, a drunk mess, at a party in a different town with no way home." 

"Dude," Sero breathed in utter disbelief. "You've had the most shit life." 

I turned my seething glare to him, watching as he gulped. "Give me weed or get the fuck out," I said through clenched teeth. 

He scrambled for his bag, pulling his cart out and tossing it to me. It looked like he was scared to get too close.

Eijirou held a hand out, his eyes a little wide. "Iz, you-"

"Nope," Hitoshi cut him off, his calculating eyes still on me. "He deserves this." 

With no further objects, I took a rip off the cart, not caring if my lungs died from the length of it. As expected, I fell into a violent fit of coughing, unable to breathe through it. 

"Damn, that was excessive," Kaminari spoke up. 

"Yeah, well, Shindo fucked him up," Uraraka stated in a matter-of-fact tone. I was sitting up slightly, trying to regain the use of my lungs and she used it to her advantage, taking a seat where my head had been. It didn't bother me, I just let it fall into her lap. 

I could breathe again, but I was absolutely baked off the one hit. 

"Are you still... hung up on him?" Kaminari asked in a slow and testing voice. 

"I want to hang him by his feet and beat him with a bat until there's no solid bone left," I hissed, glaring daggers up at the ceiling. "No, I am not hung up on him." 

"Just asking!" Kaminari cried, holding his hands up in surrender. 

Katsuki was the next person to enter my line of sight. He wasn't looking at me though, but staring down at Uraraka. "Move," he said simply.