Take Me To Mars (Tododeku)

Chapter 7: White Iverson

My mind was racing, so many emotions shot through me that I felt nauseous. "Just know that whatever you and Bakugo had will never amount to this." my heart squealed every time I repeated those words in my brain. Could that possibly be true? After all, the way Todoroki made me feel was way different than what I had experienced with Bakugo. Maybe this was a sign to finally move on, to be happy again with someone different. But every time I thought about it, my mind trailed back to Bakugo.

My whole life I knew what I wanted but at this point in time, i'm not clear of what I wanted. Bakugo always treated me like we were only two people who met up and left each other, then repeated that whole process. But, he had his tender moments and treated me with care whenever he thought I didn't notice. He always spoke to me about things that he knew would get to me, but every time he did I always wanted to be there to show I had interest. He was perfectly imperfect and had a beautiful soul. Now that I had Todoroki, i'm afraid it'd change the way I had things with Bakugo.

Todoroki is kind and nice, he took care of me and played hard to get. When I first met him he was such a jerk that it hurt. And those events led me into trailing back to Bakugo, who of course, showed some type of emotion I couldn't understand. But when I kept interacting with Todoroki I learned that he was like Bakugo but more soft and sweet. And actually gave a shit about my problems.

As I thought about that more I was interrupted by the doorbell. My heart pounded as I slowly got up to check who it was. Once I made it to the door, I slowly opened it, only to reveal Kirishima.

"Hey bro. Mind if I come in?" he looked normal but by the vibes I was getting, something was inaudible wrong.

"Yeah, of course."

"I just don't know what to do anymore man."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Bakugo." my heart dropped as I heard his name.

"Wh-what happened?"

"Well, he hasn't been speaking to me lately. He's been mumbling to himself and has

been acting more alert than usual. He's staying up late, working more and doesn't seem to look too good." worry shown in the red head's voice as he continued, "He looks really downcast. I don't want to point fingers but, I think it was because of that day." my hands clenched as I listened. There was no doubt that what I said was rude and insensitive. That was another thing that was bothering me.

"I didn't mean to say those things. It was all in the heat of moment. If I could go back in time I would've reworded it better. I was just so mad and felt like I needed to say something to make him feel what I had felt. But, I guess I took it too far." the sadness in my voice was visible as I stared at Kirishima who shared the same apologetic gaze as me, he shook his head as he expressed a sigh.

"I can't blame you though. What Bakugo did to you for the past months weren't so cool of him, in fact, it's rather chilling and cruel. You shouldn't be so down about it though. You said what you needed and I cant judge or blame you for it. I guess the shock is finally kicking in."

"But it still wasn't right! I still shouldn't have done it. And now that he's suffering from it, I feel obligated to talk to him. Using someone's insecurities against them isn't right. I should've known better"

"Izuku, what you're saying is true but, if he sees you he's not going to be happy!" worry frightened Kirishima's voice as he sat timidly beside me on my bed. His fists were balled up just like mine but, there was more to his message than what I was picking up.

"You care about him right?"

"O-of course I do!" he defensively put up a shield as my words stay stuck in the air.

"Then please let me talk to him. It's not yours or his fault that he's like this." the guilt really hit me hard this time. I felt obligated to do something before it got worse. After all Kirishima didn't know how angry and sad Kacchan could get.

"Izuku I only came here for advice! I don't need you telling me that you need to step in. You guys are over man, let me handle it." Kirishima flashed me a cold look as he tensed up again. He seemed utterly defeated.

"If it helps, I'm not in love with him anymore. So you won't have to worry about whatever happens."

"Even if you're not in love with him it still doesn't matter. It hurts to see him like this. I don't want him to hurt you!"

"He's not going to do anything. Please trust me Kirishima, don't make him up to be some sort of monster. He isn't like that. Let me do this, and once it's all over you'll see a happy man again." I tried to give him a reassuring gesture of kindness but Kirishima still looked hopeless. I felt bad. Really bad.

I stood in front of the ominous house. It gave off a chilly feeling from the unsettling vibes whenever I strayed further to it. Kirishima waited in the car, I couldn't help but feel pressured as I made it to the doorstep. My hands trembled as I pressed the doorbell. It felt strange approaching his house like this. After all, I've never been to his house because we always spent time in my apartment.

Before I could catch an inhale of reassurance the door opened slowly to reveal a distressed Kacchan who looked lifeless. It looked like this problem was more deep rooted than Kirishima had expressed. He looked at me with a blank but dazzled expression as something extremely vile was forming around his tongue but, he bit back a comment. I flinched as I had remembered that things weren't the same.

So without thinking, I invited myself in and hugged him tightly. He didn't move to return the hug but I tried so desperately for the meaning to get to him.

"I'm so sorry Kacchan. For all that I've done to you, I didn't mean to say anything so insensitive that day. I let my emotions get the best of me and.. And—"

"Shut up dumb Deku." he finally wrapped his arms around me and dug his head into my shoulder. He didn't lift his head up, and for a moment it felt like we were still dating again.

I felt my heart thump loudly as Kacchan lifted his head up to look at me. He gazed deeply into my eyes and didn't dare let an expression slip onto his face but, I knew he was comforted from my hug as his face wallowed in heat. I couldn't help but get closer to him. Just this once. I thought and pulled his face closer to mine. And that's when I slowly leaned in and took that leap, that I had no answer to. Maybe the answer was right in front of me.

"Hold on right there." Kirishima's voice sounded from the distance and quickly broke up what was about to happen. He sounded distressed and betrayed as he stared both of us down. "Izuku you said you weren't in love with him, so what the fuck are you doing right now?" his voice broke as he wailed. I've never seen him this mad, his eyes trembled with fury as he showed no signs of tears.

"I'm—"

"I don't want to hear it. Make up your goddamn mind and stop ruining lives for once! It always has to be about you, always you. You already have Todoroki! You can't just come up here and do this to Bakugo! I asked you for advice but you just had to push your way in didn't you?" Kirishima pushed Bakugo inside and shut the door behind us and continued what he had to say, I felt like a deer in headlights. There wasn't any other way I could escape but to only listen, "You're always the victim. But I'm starting to think that you're the perpetrator. You start it and you always have to make someone else finish it because you're such a damn loser to finish it yourself!" he turned his back on me and opened the door, "you don't know a thing about how it's like always being a second option. You don't deserve anything you get and I'll make sure you know it."

Kirishima is in love with Bakugo?