Little Ol' Me

New Friends? Part 2

A/N: one persons pov? never heard of her

Tenya was going to fucking murder Kirishima.

Sure, the disgusting remarks behind Katsuki's back were one thing but walking out of a room as soon as Katsuki walks in, not one not two but three times? That's at least worthy enough for justifiable homicide.

Tenya watched it happen all three times and each time he genuinely thought he was going to rip all of those stupid pointy teeth out of his face.

God, he sounded like Katsuki.

Katsuki knew but acted like he didn't care. Tenya called bullshit. He knew those bathroom breaks weren't just for, erm, going, but were to cry in the stall where no one could hear him. He could tell it was eating away at him and it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Tenya could see the pain in Katsuki's eyes every time he said it didn't bother him or that he didn't care, he could hear the strain in his words whenever he tried to talk about it. It was killing him. It was killing them.

Katsuki had enough. He'd had e-fucking-nough.

He couldn't deal with the silences, the side glances in class when Kirishima thinks he isn't looking, the fucking whispers in the halls because of fucking course it's all people can talk about. It's almost as if they aren't in school to be fucking heroes. He's so fucking sick of it and he can tell his class is too, god knows Aizawa shows it every class.

The last goddamn straw was when Kirishima, his best fucking friend, his ride or die, his fucking family, told that Tetsutetsu bastard about what he saw that day. When it got back to Katsuki, he was bloodthirsty. Not to mention his classmates, they all looked ready to throw away their entire hero careers for him and it would've been heart-warming if he wasn't on the verge of committing first-degree murder.

He walked into class, his shoulders squared and his jaw clenched. A faux display of confidence, trying to hide how scared he actually was. All the heads in the class snapped up to where he was standing in the doorway. Fortunately for him, Aizawa was late to class, he probably fell asleep in the teachers' lounge again. As he did every morning, he ignored his classmates and made a beeline for Tenya's desk, pecking his lips lightly and sitting down at his own desk.

The class was slowly becoming livelier, getting louder by the second and it almost felt as if nothing was wrong. Katsuki could finally breathe although the tension was still there, the familiarity of his friends talking over each other dampened it slightly.

A tap on his shoulder made him turn around.

"Are you okay, Kacchan? You don't have to speak to him today if you don't want to" Izuku said, an understanding smile on his face. Katsuki breathed a harsh breath through his nose, his anger rising by the second.

"I fuckin' need to, Deku. He's just gonna keep ignoring me until I say something because he's a goddamn coward!" Katsuki huffed, his voice louder than he wanted or needed to.

Fuck.

Every single one of his classmates went silent. Scared wasn't the exact word Katsuki himself would describe the feeling in his chest at that very moment, but it was very, very close to it. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on Izuku and not let them wander to a certain redhead, finding the urge almost to be impossible. The sheer concern and fear wafting from his boyfriend almost made him whimper. He knew he had fucked up and he wanted- no – needed the ground to swallow him whole because he dreaded the inevitable talk with Kirishima that is going to end up being more of a fight because they are both hot-headed, stubborn, almost adults that don't know when to stop.