Fuck You, Fuck Him.

Chapter 9

Most of the lounge had cleared out when they got back. Katsuki didn't bother hiding the state of his face even when he saw Kirishima and co sat waiting for him. So what if Kirishima would feel a little guilty and upset over it? He should. Actually, there were many things he should be guilty about. Not just him but Mina, Kaminari and Sero too. Let's not forget how they put their friendship with Kirishima on a pedestal whilst they washed his down the drain. No amount of flimsy copper wire would bring him back up from that, Katsuki didn't want to hook onto it. They could try for weeks and he wouldn't.

"Baku—", Kirishima called out to him but the glare Katsuki sent his way shut him up. 

"Bakugou needs to rest since you gave him a concussion.", Shinsou spat, "Save your words for later."

Even though he told him not to say it, he did it anyway. Katsuki wasn't exactly fishing for pity points, he didn't need or want them. But there was a look of regret on Kirishima's face and the sympathetic glances from the other three; something about them annoyed him. Where was that when they left him out? Katsuki was half glad they were capable of pitying him who, as far as he can remember, had done nothing to warrant anything from them. Be that good or bad.

"Enough. Take Bakugou up to his room.", Aizawa sighed. As they walked away, Aizawa stayed and made his way over to Kirishima.

Looking back, he was never really friends with the other three, Sero especially. He was closest to Mina out of all of them. She is the only one that he could consider a friend because he only felt betrayal when he looked to her and Kirishima. He should have just avoided them from the get-go. He should have just ignored whatever feelings he had for Kirishima. He should have thought it weird when they, when Mina suddenly started talking to him again.

Kirishima liked him?

Was it just as simply as liking him? Or did he mistake whatever lustful attraction he had for him for romantic feelings? Did he feel like a piece of him was missing when they were apart? Did he feel like his heart was about to burst when he saw him with someone else? Or was it pathetic jealousy? Did his mind always find a way to think about him, even if it was completely irrelevant?

Katsuki had tuned out to Shinsou's incessant chirping. It only stopped when they finally reached his room, it was already ridiculously early in the morning and way past Katsuki's bed time so he was ready to crash. 

"Do you need anything before I go?", Shinsou asked and Katsuki shook his head. "Alright- well—"

Shinsou found a piece of paper on his desk and a pen, placing whatever he wrote on his bedside table that he sat near, "My number. Since you don't have it. If you need anything just text me- don't call me, I hate phone calls. Actually, you probably shouldn't use your phone— uhh, yeah, you know what- just call me. Give me your phone, I'll put my number in for you."

Hoping that he would leave soon, Katsuki just did what he was asked. It was hardly anything difficult, the brightest gave him a massive headache he wouldn't forget. He'd be sure to turn on a light if he were to do that again, definitely.

Setting his phone on the side, Shinsou spoke, "I'll go now."

"Thank fuck.", he groaned as Shinsou graced him with a final middle finger before quietly shutting the door behind him. He laid back on his bed, not sure whether he was enjoying the silence or drowning in it. He thought that the minute his head hit the pillow he would fall fast asleep but his mind kept whirring with questions.

At first he was annoyed. It was genuine anger. Yet, it simmered down into several different things; confusion, doubt, sadness. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh it off like he should have known there was something and he wanted to laugh at himself for it or, if he wanted to cry. The more he thought about it the more his face twisted.