A collapsing star

Chapter 13

3rd POV

Todoroki and Bakugo sat for a while on the bed, just talking and relaxing, enjoying the other's company. They both sat with their backs against the wall, right next to each other. Just chilling. It's was nice, quiet. Their knees would touch every once in a while, and every time, their hears would beat a little faster, and their faces would turn a light shade of pink. Todoroki called him out for blushing and teased him about it with calling him pop rocks. And Bakugo began yelling at him, pretending to be angry like usual.

They really enjoyed the other's company for a while, but unfortunately, good moments can't last forever. Bakugo had to leave after answering a sudden phone call. He didn't tell who he talked to, nor what they talked about. Just that he had to leave right away. He seemed uneasy the moment he picked up the phone. But almost immediately changed his expression to a small smile before he waved Todoroki goodbye. He rushed out the door, leaving Todoroki still sitting on the bed, with confusion written all over his face. But he brushed it off as he, too, walked out the nurses office.

On the way home, Todoroki came across a thought; 'does he even like me back?'. The thought of Bakugo not wanting him made his heart race.

You see, Todoroki knows what he wants, what he's feeling. Sure, it took him some time to figure it out, but there's no way his feelings towards the angry Pomeranian isn't love. He knows that the urge to protect him, the need to hold him and comfort him, and the small heart attacks he gets every time he sees the blonde, is because he loves him. If he'd had the chance, he would've taken Bakugo on date nights, brought him to festivals and to the movies to make him laugh, and given him lots of cuddles and kisses all the time. He wants their relationship to grow and become something better. Something above just friendship...but, unfortunately, that's not what Bakugo needs right now. What he needs, is a shoulder to cry on, someone supporting. Someone he can rely on. Someone who won't confuse him with their gayness, and the most important one, someone that can't break his heart, like the ones who broke mine. What he needs is a friend.

"But when you're ready, Bakugo," he paused while looking at the sky. "-i'll give you all the love I have".

~~ Time skip - Wednesday after school ~~

Bakugo POV

I'm walking down the stairs to the second floor of the classroom building of UA. And as always, I'm feeling like shit. I'm still sore from yesterday's beating, and the fact that Deku's death was my fault isn't helping my already broken soul. Nobody, expect Shinso, the two 2-B students, Shoto and me, knows the truth about what actually happened in that classroom. Yesterday, Mr. Aizawa told our class about the incident that happened on Monday. The class was in complete shock. Some of them even cried, and it's all my fault.

It was strange listening to the lies he was forced to tell everyone. But It was even stranger that they actually believed him. I mean, he's the teacher, so they just have to assume he's telling the truth. But knowing I'm the reason he's dead-, I just can't continue living my life like nothing happened. How am I supposed to call myself a hero, when I killed the guy who's destiny was to become the greatest hero in future history? He was awful, yes, but Endevaor made it to nr.1, so why wouldn't Deku been able to do the same? It's already bad enough that I'm the reason All Might had to retire earlier than planned. Now I'm the reason the next All Might won't even get the chance to retire on his own. I'm so useless.

All of this went through my head while I limped down the stairs. I'm used to my body always being in pain, either on the outside or on the inside where my heart is located, so it's not that bad anymore.

'You're not in pain, so stop whining about it!'

"Sorry". I whisper to myself and lower my head looking at the ground. I continue walking out the school gates along with all the other extras.

'You're such an attention seeker'

"I know..." Just as I'm about to cry like the weakling I am, Kirishima swings his arm around my neck, almost making me trip. Ugh. Honestly, I'm grateful he came up to me, because if he hadn't interrupted me, I would've cried in front of everyone. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna blow him up for touching me.

"What the actual fuCk! Get off of me, Shitty-Hair!" I yell at him, almost blasting his face off. If it wasn't for his quirk, he'd be dead too.

"Woah, Bakubro! Relax, dude! It's just me". He says while giving me nervous smile.

'Annoying'

I glare at his stupid face for a second, before turning around and walking in the direction of my 'home'. But of course, Dumb-Hair is following me. So annoying.

I set the tempo up a little, him doing the same. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I don't want my father to know I'm talking to other boys when it's not necessary. It's the safest for us both to not be seen together around him.

He follows me all the fucking way like a baby duck following it's mom. But I'm not gonna complain to much about it, as I find myself actually enjoy the stupid story's he's telling me. But I'm not gonna tell him that.

"So, Bakugo, how are you feeling?" He asks after being silence for a minute. He didn't have to directly say it for me to understand what he's talking about.

"Fine, I guess". I answer with a low voice. I'm walking a bit ahead of him so he can't se my face expression.

"Ya know, it's okay to feel sad when something happens to people we care about," he says. "-strong people can feel sad, too." I stop walking and he do too. I turn around to face him and look him dead in the eyes before making an angry face.

"Are you looking down on me, bastard?!" I growl. His expression change from soft to disappointed.

"Bakugo, we're friends, I'd never look down on you. I promise. But you have to remember that I'm here for you, and that receiving, and showing affection towards others isn't weak. So, whether you like it or not, I'm staying with you". He says while smiling at me. My deadly scowl turns into a small smile as I facepalm.

"Ugh, you're so dumb". I chuckle.

The rest of the way home was nice. I didn't say much, I only hummed in agreement when he said something. When we got to the last corner we had to turn to get to my house, I waved him goodbye. And told him I'd see him tomorrow.

He too waved me goodbye, before walking in another direction. I watched as his red head slowly got out of sight. Then I turned around, ready to step into our driveway, but I bumped into something hard hitting my elbow.

"Agh- fuck". I say under my breath as I rub my elbow in discomfort.

I look up, and standing in front of me, is a large black Mercedes with a bulk on the door on it's left side.

'Oh no...is he back already..?'

Suddenly, our front door opens, and I hear a familiar voice call out my name.

"Ahh~ my dearest Katsuki!" I feel chills go down my spine. "How great to see you again. Why don't you come and give your old friend a big hug, huh~?"

'Something's telling me I won't be able to see Kirishima tomorrow after all'

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Cliffhanger!
Someone told me nobody actually reads this, so I won't spend time writing stuff nobody cares about.
But I'll continue anyway.
I hope you enjoyed this little chapter!
Byeeee ❤️

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