Verdant and Cerise

(5;) Cigarettes, Denial and Kisses.

hi guys trigger warning for cigarettes/pressured smoking and (slight) forced self harm 🙁
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"And then, we turn the corner wondering if they were around there, and they were making out!" Mina slammed her hands down on the table, leaning forwards toward the group of co-workers. Most gaped or raised their eyebrows, but Shinsou's face rested stern.

He stood up, walking towards the doors of the diner. "Shin! Where you going bro?" Kirishima leaned across Ochaco so Shinsou could get a better view of him. He hated the nickname 'Shin'.

"I need to, apologise. To Midoriya." He opened the door, the bell ringing as he tried to slam them shut. The rest of the group smiled, believing he was apologising for the time when he pushed him. What they didn't know, was that he was going to apologise at all.

Izuku was curled up by the orchid tree, reading a book, or at least, trying to. Katsuki was talking about something that had happened at his house with his mother, it was just a stupid argument though. Katsuki was sat in probably the most uncomfortable looking position ever, trying to be as close to Izuku as possible without actually touching him. Izuku was reading, but he was also listening.

"Yeah, and then the old hag sent me to my room like I was a 15 year old! Like, who the fuck did she think I was!?" Katsuki waved his arms around, purposely whipping them in front of Izuku's face.

"Kacchan," He grabbed his wrists and held them down on the grass. "You need to stop calling people old hag's. You really do act like a 15 year old." He giggled  brushing up against Katsuki's shoulder jokingly.

"Oi! Don't fuck with me, okay, nerd? I'm gettin' a drink, you want something?" He shrugged Izuku off him, smiling, but hiding it by looking the other way.

"Just some water, okay?" Izuku smiled, tilting his head. Katsuki mocked him, lip syncing and tilting his head. Izuku giggled. Katsuki jogged down the hill and around the corner, out of sight from both eachother.

This was the perfect time for Shinsou to go up to him. He walked from the left side, not trying to be secretive about it. "Midoriya." He sat next to him, leaning against the tree. Izuku closed his book, picking his knees up to his nose. He had to pretend to be happy, that was his whole role.

"Shinsou! How are y-"

"Cut the act. Katsuki must be giving you so much stress, having to put up with his anger issues.." He stroked his finger through Izuku's hair. Izuku flinched. "I know something that will make you relax." Shinsou reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim rectangular shape with a plastic sheet over it, unflicking the top and revealing about 10 cigarettes.

"Oh, I don't smoke.." Izuku leaned out of his touch, just to be dragged back again. "Shinsou, please, I don't smoke, I don't-"

"Just fucking smoke it." He let go off Izuku's hair, getting out a lighter and setting it on the end. He passed it to Izuku. "Smoke it, or I'll burn your precious book that your 'true love' gifted you." Izuku shuffled away, putting his book under his legs. His hands trembling, he picked up the cigarette. He shakily raised it to his lips, his eyes watering. He didn't puff from it, he just kept it near his lips.

Shinsou snatched it from his hands, rolling Izuku's hoodie sleeve up and burning his arm, pressing down as hard as he could. Izuku let out the loudest scream he probably ever has, tears were streaming down his cheeks, his lung threatening to burst. When he picked it off, he dragged it up his arm.

Izuku's whole body was shaking, Katsuki wasn't far from around the corner, the second he heard Izuku's gut wrenching scream, he dropped both of the drinks and sprinted towards the tree. ' Fuck. ' He whispered to himself. He ran up, grabbing Shinsou by the neck and pushing him down, softly nudging Izuku out of the way.

"You fucking bastard!" Katsuki tightened his hands around his neck, digging his thumbs into the side of his neck. Shinsou struggled, but he couldn't get up from Katsuki's strong hands. He let go of his neck, lifting his fist up, not giving Shinsou even half a breath before striking his jaw, punching it back and forth at each side. He grazed his jaw and chin, moving to his nose, breaking it almost instantly. He bust his lip, split his eyebrow and scratched up his neck. By then, his knuckles were dripping with blood, some which had splattered on his face from his nose.

He got off Shinsou, giving him a sickening glare. "Get yourself cleaned up, fucking prick." He scrambled off the floor, sprinting and wobbling away. Katsuki stood up and went over to Izuku, who had his hands over his ears and his back pressed against the tree. He was quietly sobbing.

He touched Izuku's shoulder making him jolt, he pulled him into a hug, Izuku turning around to bury his head in his chest. He sobbed, hard.

"Shit." Katsuki whispered. He pushed Izuku away.

"What's wrong?" He glanced at Katsuki's blood soaked hands, his bloody knuckles. He then looked up at his face. His eyes were glossy, like he was holding back his tears with everything inside of him. He had blood on his cheek. Izuku reached up and wiped it from his face with his thumb. "Kacchan." Izuku blushed. Why on earth was he blushing?

He leaned and kisses Izuku's forehead. Izuku gaped.

"It's not mine, Deku." Izuku's eyes widened, blushing a bit harder. "It's not my blood, I'm fine." Izuku dashed back into his arms, holding him tightly.

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shortest chapter yet smh