It's Okay To Break My Heart [DISCONTINUED]

Two

  No matter how you put it. Katsuki was an asshole. And Midoriya knew it. The teenage boy knew that the hot headed male easily made his life a living hell. But, that never stopped him from trying to fix their friendship. He never wanted to disappoint his beloved Kacchan, but then again, it wasn't his fault that Katsuki grew to be a bullying ass.

Midoriya found himself sitting on the couch early in the morning. He couldn't sleep. He found himself daydreaming. Daydreaming about a curtain someone.
The boy sighs as he found himself being pulled from his thoughts as a red head rock comes into the common area.

"Yo, Midoriya! Why are ya up so early?" Kirishima sat next to him on the couch.

He looked up to his friend with a smile. "O-Oh uh, I just thought it would be wise to get used to an early schedule. You know how Mr. Aizawa likes to wake us up at random times." Midoriya let out a nervous laugh as he sunk into the couch. This was clearly a lie. He couldn't sleep due to the fact that the green haired boy found himself thinking of his past, his childhood friend, and things he could have done better.

He knew he shouldn't have lied to his friends, but All Might said it was for the best. He knew that he shouldn't have fought Katsuki, but it was for the best. His childhood friend, 'Kacchan' has caused so much for him. So much stress, anxiety, depression, anger. Yet, he still finds himself wondering if they could ever be friends again, or maybe something more.

His cheeks flushed pink at the thought. He quickly pushed that out of his mind. No way in hell he'd like him that way.

"Midoriya, Kirishima. I see you guys wanted an early start as well?"

Both boys look up to see Todoroki. Fully dressed in a black V-neck t-shirt and dark blue gym shorts that went past his knees. He was already looking at his phone as he sat down in one of the recliners in the common area.

Midoriya waved to the mostly taller teen. He then let out a small giggle as he noticed something.

Although Todoroki was a responsible, mature person. When he woke up earlier then usual his bed hair is a bit worse. Midoriya found that adorable. And today was one of those days. The icy hot teen sounded fully awake, but his face and hair said other wise.
  The bi haired male looked up with a confused expression, but he decided not to ask. He just continued scrolling through his phone.

Kirishima and Midoriya found themselves deep into a conversation about heroes and people they were absolutely sure would be heroes in the future. "I believe that you'd be an amazing hero Kirishima.." He started as he looked over to him through his knees. Izuku had a bad habit of curling into a ball when he sat somewhere. It made him feel safe, but he always thought others would see him as weak when he did it.

"Really, I feel like you or Bakugou would be a great hero. Even though Bakugou has a terrible attitude, deep down he has the heart and fight spirit for it!" Kirishima laughed loudly as he scratched his neck gently.

"Speak of the dude!" Kirishima spoke as said blond plopped down on the couch with a mug in his hand. Midoriya cringed slightly as he noticed there was black coffee in the mug. He tried his best not to look over to the blond. He could almost feel those red eyes piercing into his soul. He looked over to his right, giving the slightly taller male a nervous smile and wave.

Bakugou quickly looked away, as if he had been cause staring. His cheeks turned a bright pink as he did. Blushing..? Was Bakugou..blushing..? Izuku shook his head as he shoved his head back inbetween his knees, a small sigh leaving him.

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Izuku found himself struggling to hold back tears. Heavy, unsteady breaths leaving his shaking, scar covered body. His hands cupped the sides of his face as he was curled up in his bed. What was wrong? What did he do? Why can't things go back to the way they used to be?

'Why can't Kacchan just forgive me?'

It's one of many questions Izuku found himself thinking in the wee hours of this Saturday morning. He tried his best to hid his ugly cries and hiccups in his blanket. So many good, bad, and even pointless memories ran through his mind. Causing another painful, exhausting cry to leave his body. He couldn't take it. The guilty feeling that everything was his fault, as if he was he one in Bakugou's shoes. As if he was the one holding the gun.

He never did anything wrong. He never did anything to that.. that bastard. So why does he feel this way? What does he feel like no matter what, the blame should be put on himself.  Izuku threw his pillows off his bed, chucking them at the wall as he fell from his bed, more sobs leaving him. He didn't even care who heard. He just wanted the pain to go away. The crushing feeling of guilt to go away. He wanted to be at ease. No more nightmares.

"I-I hate you...! I hate Kacchan..!!"

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Ah, once again. A update.- Ùwú they'll be hella slow.-

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