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Two

The next two days went somewhere along the lines of Izuku ignoring Bakugō, so much so that he refused to go and eat absolutely anything until Katsuki left the house. Stubborn, yes, but Izuku is completely heartbroken… Two people whom he thought he could trust ripped out his heart, the two of them taking turns to stomp on it metaphorically. As you could probably assume, the blonde slept on the couch.

It wasn't like everything was easy for them both, either. The day it came that Izuku was fully packed up, the greenette payed attention to how Katsuki looked. The man who usually was just bursting with energy was extremely sluggish, the once flawless skin of his being paler than a sheet of paper with huge purple bags underneath his eyes. The red orbs weren't crackling with smugness or sass, but they seemed to be rather dull and puffy, hinting heavily that Katsuki has been crying.

It took almost all of the self control Midoriya had right then and there, holding onto the yellow suitcases and backpack, to not forgive Bakugō on the spot and hug onto him tightly, kissing away all the sorrow. Izuku couldn't… It hurts too much… The uncomfortable silence rang throughout the room for a solid fifty seconds, until there was a buzz from Izuku's phone.

[Kiri!!!]|[I'm here, bro.]

A broken sigh left Izuku's plump pink lips as he glanced back over to Katsuki, sending the man a soft smile. “I'll see you at work… Goodbye, Kacchan…” More pain filled Izuku as the freckled man noticed the tears that were bound to fall any moment now from Katsuki, the sight torturous. The greenette stood perfectly still as Katsuki scrambled to stand up from the couch, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Deku… P-Please, don't go… I promise, I'll never see Shōto again!” Katsuki begged as the tears broke the dam, the warm droplets flowing down his bright red cheeks and onto Izuku's shirt. A sliver of hope filled his mind when Izuku hugged back that maybe, just maybe, he'd forgive him.

“Kacchan… I- please… Don-Don't make this ha-harder than it ha-has to be…” Izuku whispered in response, feeling the huge hot tears fall down his cheeks and dampen Katsuki's chest. Was this… the end of it all? They've known each other for as long as Midoriya and Katsuki can remember, and is this how it'll end? Awkwardly, full of tears and loyalty that was misplaced? Uncertainty?

“Deku, please..” Katsuki whispered, his arms tightening around Midoriya. Izuku had decided to keep quiet from then on, until there was a couple knocks on the door. Of course, it was Eijirō, who was absolutely terrified for his friend. Was Izuku okay? Was Katsuki keeping him against his will?! Terrible thoughts filled the fake red head's mind, until the large oak door to the light blue house opened up, revealing lil mister Izuku. At the sound of the door opening, Katsuki had let go of Midoriya, red eyes filled with a flame that wasn't there moments before.

“Listen here, shitty hair!” The blonde snapped, his hands balling into fists as he approached Eijirō, his face crinkled up into a scowl. “You better take good care of Deku!”

“Trust me, I will, Katsuki. Better care than you would have ever.” Kirishima snapped back with poison dripping from his words. Did I forget to mention that up until two week before, Shōto and Eijirō were dating? Now that he's heard the news, there's no doubt in his mind exactly why the two toned man had left. Mother fuckers… With a cold stare, Eiji watched as Katsuki's expression changed. From disbelief, to sorrow, and back to absolute RAGE.

“LISTEN HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Katsuki yelled, jabbing a finger into Eijirō's chest harshly. “NOBODY COULD EVER TREAT DEKU BETTER THAN I TREATED HIM!” Stuck up? Yeah, slightly. After a bit more yelling, Eijirō got done with his shit, and walked over to the sniffling greenette. He grabbed ahold of his arm, Midoriya's eyes widening at sudden contact.

“Let's go, Izu.” Eijirō whispered, picking up the suitcase. Midoriya nodded in agreement, not knowing exactly how much he could take of this. After all, this was painful for everyone in the house.

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Hello, all our wonderful followers! I, Deku, regret to inform you that Ground Zero and I are splitting up. Along with this news, expect us two and Red Riot to be on holiday, and for a new ship page! After many hours of thinking, I've came up with a name. Todobaku. I hope all of you have a wonderous day/night/afternoon, and I'm so sorry to all of those looking forward to watching the wedding live! Love, Pro Hero Deku.

Was it petty of Midoriya to post this on all the Bakudeku pages he and Bakugou ran? Yeah. Really petty. But, come on, don't tell him you wouldn't! Also, shouldn't the followers and fans be informed? Midoriya was sat on the leather couch in Eijirō's living room, scrolling through all the comments so far. Others wondering what happened, some wishing him and Katsuki luck, a few complaining about their otp splitting up, and… some calling him out, or asking if it was just a prank.

“Eijirō, would you please grab me a cup of water?”

Izuku asked, not even bothering to glance his emerald eyes up to see if the red head was in there. After all, he could see him out of the corner of his eye, watching Izuku. Sure, it'd be weird to most, but Izuku thinks of it as a way to show affection. He heard the creaking of floor boards and slam of boots against wood, getting closer to him.

“Izu, are you sure you're fine? I'll take off more time! I'll help you find a house, maybe hook you up with someone in a couple months, I'll even help make you forget about him!” The redhead exclaimed, proposing desperate ideas to stay home with the greenette. It's been three days since Izuku has moved in, and it's almost time for Kirishima to go back to work. A soft smile found it's way across Izuku's lips, something that hasn't happened for a while the past week or so, as he glanced up, catching Kirishima with a bottle of water.

“Yes, Kiri, I'm sure… I just need to think.”

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I apologise if it seems rushed! I've been working on it for a couple weeks on and off, and I just wanted to get it over with. I know this isn't as bad as last chapter, at least, I don't think it is... But I hope that'll change within the next three or so. Love, Finn!