ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. || 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶

Sometimes it just... || Chapter Twenty-Two

Shinso POV because MWAH 💋
((The next morning))
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"I need a new therapist!" Liv called, closing the front door behind her.

My eyes wandered over to Dadzawa who was already dreading the upcoming conversation.

Papa Mic spoke first, "Why? what's wrong?" His voice was soft and calming but when she actually came into sight we all realised this wasn't a mental break down, just a rant session.

Aizawa relaxed slightly, "Did you fall in love with this one too?"

My sister looked offended, "That was one time! She cared about me and it gave me butterflies..."

"Pretty sure that's the entire job description of a therapist?" I asked, leaning back in my chair with a smug look.

"How would you know? You refuse to even fucking go!" I rolled my eyes. She wasn't wrong. Eventually, she continued, "Anyway I walked in and told him all my problems and the first thing that asshole says to me is, aRE yOu ON yoUr PeRIoD."

We all looked at each other in speechless silence. Dadzawa took a long drink of his coffee as an attempt to ignore it but there was still that questioning atmosphere around us.

He put the mug back down upon realising Papa wasn't saying anything either and nodded, "I'll make a few calls tomorrow because there is no way you're going back to some dumbass who probably shouldn't even have his license."

"Thanks 'Zawa!" She grinned, skipping away to her bedroom.

Papa Mic looked at his husband with furrowed brows, "You realise she's in her 20's... right?"

"Yeah? So what?"

"She can call herself, Sho. You have work to do and won't have much time to fit that in forever."

Dadzawa rolled his eyes, "But I will be doing it for as long as I can."

Their relationship always made me smile. For as long as I can remember I'd looked up to them as the perfect example of a healthy marriage and hoped sometime in the future, I'd also have that with my husband.

I cleared my throat, "Umm... is this a good time to mention that the Bakugos want me to go for dinner on Friday?"

They looked between each other before Mic grinned wildly, "Anytime is a good time to tell us that! Will you be staying over?"

"Uhh - I don't know?" I admitted, realising the gentle hint of joy on Dads face as he watched his husband get up and move into the kitchen.

"Okay! Then you're going to take a homemade cake and give it to his mother. Do you know what type of cake she likes?"

I looked to Aizawa in confusion then back to the kitchen entrance, "Was that something I was meant to ask?"

"Yes! Whenever someone invites you over for dinner, you should work out what you can take as a gift!" He sighed, showing up again in the doorframe with hands on his hips, "I'm taking that as you not knowing?"

I nodded slowly. "It didn't exactly cross my mind..."

"Okay... then flowers! You can take flowers!" He said enthusiastically, "What type of flowers does she like?" Nothing. "...What's her... favourite colour?"

I continued to look at him helplessly. Slowly, his face began to morph into one of giving up.

Then, Dadzawa spoke, "I saw her wearing purple?"

Papas smile was back on his face, "Of course! Baby, please tell me you saw some flowers while you were there?"

I watched as Dad thought for a moment before shaking his head. Okay, now Papa Mic really was feeling disheartened and on the verge of giving up. This wasn't going to go very well...

We had already cleared up the breakfast dishes so I made an escape up to my room to change into my uniform. Any excuse to skip over that moment sounded like saviour.

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Third person for a little while (SORRYY!!)
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"Shinbro." Kaminari said, walking up to the purple haired boy as soon as he entered Class 1-A.

Hitoshi sat at his desk already as he and Katsuki had decided to skip out on there one-on-one time at the dorms and actually be on time for once. Instead, they were going to have that private and peaceful moment in the classroom so unsurprisingly, it was rather disheartening to see somebody else in the room early as well. Especially when it was Kaminari!

Shinsos eyes flickered to Bakugo then back again. With a sigh, he spoke, "What's up Kaminari?"

"Your boyfriends an asshole." He stated simply. Hitoshi could have sworn the room raised in temperature as he watched his mostly secret lover sitting forward, eyes narrowing into a threatening glare. "I mean, Im sorry if i upset you  but if you had just told me I would have accepted it."

"Did that hurt your little feelings, dunce face?" Bakugos voice echoed across the walls, anger clear in his tone.

"A little." Pikachu admitted, nodding slowly as he watched as the other blonde moved closer and closer so that he was sat on Shinsos desk, separating the two from each other.

"Is that his problem?" Bakugo asked cockily with a smug smirk painting his face. "You see, dunce face.. you're feelings, what's going on in here," he swirled his finger in the air, pointing towards Denkis heart. "That just isn't Eyebags problem."

"Well I know that!" Kaminari defended, stuttering as he did.

"And well..." he began, "I don't think the freaks boyfriend would give a fuck either." His head turned to be looking at Hitoshi who couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face, "Do you?"

"No not one." He said, playing along.

Bakugos attention flicked back to Denki, "How many fucks would he give?"

"Zero." Shinso backed up, grinning uncontrollably at his protective lover.

"Exactly." Bakugo sneered.

"So there for your conversation is?" Aizawa asked from his desk, staring at the small group.

"Irrelevant." Shinso and Bakugo accepted in unison.

Katsuki stood back up and dragged Kaminari backwards to his seat. "So back. The fuck. Off. We clear?"

Denki stared, wide eyed as his mouth hung agape.
He may be stupid. He may be slow. But he's not completely oblivious to the blondes threats. In fact, he was highly skilled at countering them, but this time he just stared in silence, thoughts filling with questions that all led to just one answer in his mind. Bakugo had sent those messages last night. Did that make him Shinsos boyfriend? Not neccessarily but it seemed like the most explainable option that rushed through the Pikachus brain.

He should've kept quiet about this... he knew he should've kept quiet about it but some people are simply clumsy with their words. Sometimes it just... slips out.

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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNN........

Ugh I hate how short my chapters are but I've got final exams coming up soon so don't have time for long ones 😔