How The Tables Have Turned

You're going to fucking stay!

Shoto sighed, almost pitying the other boy. He looked absolutely wrecked, and while Shoto secretly liked it, he also felt like he had somewhat of a responsibility after doing that to him. He sat down on the metal chair where he had once been chained, glancing up expectantly at Bakugou. "What do you want. . .?"

"Y-You're gonna fucking stay and you're going to fucking join my league!"

"Whatever, Katsuki. Just leave U.A. alone." Shoto retorts, zipping up the fly of his pants.

"Why don't you fucking make me?! I'll still take Deku and beat the shit outta him! Just for my entertainment! I'll slit his throat and drop him on the floor and make you watch!"
 He screams, Getting pissed again. The blonde stumbles to his feet, Using the table for support.

Shoto glanced at Katsuki, finding himself chuckling at the other. "Not under those circumstances. . .Why are you doing this bullshit anyways? Revenge?"

"Eh!? Don't laugh at me! I'm doing this because I fucking can!"  Bakugou snarls, Lumbering forwards to try and grab Shoto.

Shoto stood up, stopping Bakugou from going any further. He searched Bakugou's face for something, anything, but then again.. he didn't even know what he was looking for. "Have you ever thought that, just maybe, not everyone is against you?" Shoto blinked, his eyes void of any emotion. "Do you ever stop to consider that people might actually care about you?"

"Heh. . .That's a shame because I don't give a shit about anyone!" Bakugou growls, He curls his hand into a fist and draws it back to punch Shoto again.

Shoto caught the fist in his hand, shoving him backwards into a wall forcefully until he was pinned in between his arms. "That's a lie." Shoto said, glaring at Katsuki intensely. "You know that's a lie. You know that you're lying, because you wouldn't act the way you do if you didn't care"

The door suddenly pushes open, And a bright-haired red head, With a spiked hairstyle stands in the doorframe. He holds a brown paper bag in one hand, and wears a bright smile on his face.
"Suki! Schools over, and I brought you a snack- Figured you'd want-" He looks up and his pupils dilate. Kirishima didn't expect his classmate to be here- And now that Shoto knew how loyal he was to Katsuki, it seemed to startle him.

"Tch- Go to hell!" Bakugou draws his head back and spits right in Todoroki's face. Being a disrespectful little shitbag.

Kirishima sees this and sits down on the ground as he holds the bag of cookies he bought for Katsuki as promised. He would wait until it was okay to speak.

Shoto growled, getting annoyed as he wiped off the spit. "Do I have to fuck you to get you to listen to me or something?" he spat, walking away from the other. "Whatever, Bakugou. Keep on being difficult. I can't wait until karma bites you in the ass"

"Oh. . .Er- Hey, Todoroki" Kirishima waves and smiles a bit shamefully.

Shoto shoots his classmate an icy glare. "Shut your mouth, Kirishima. I'm not in the mood-"

Katsuki grits his teeth and grabs Shoto by the wrist. Twisting it a bit and clumsily pulling him back. "I told you, you cant fucking leave!"

Shoto stopped in his tracks, not letting him self be tugged back. "Why. I thought you don't care." he responded coldly, not looking back at him.

"You- Fuck you! That's not what I meant! You're gonna stay here until you accept my offer!"

Kiri frowns as he was ignored, it wasn't new so he wasn't actually upset. Katsuki liked to ignore Ejirou to mess with him.

"I have no reason to be here." he yanked away from Katsuki's grip, turning around. "Why the hell did you even betray UA anyway? Just for kicks?"

"No![He snarls at Todoroki, Only because he was pissed. Bakugou grabs Shoto again, Detonating a decent sized explosion against his wrist. "YOU AREN'T FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE, BASTARD!"

Shoto winced at the slight pain, jumping back as he stared at Bakugou. "Why don't you listen?" he said exasperatedly, clearly frustrated and annoyed "I don't want to be around you like this. Why do you want me to join you so badly?" he took a deep breath to calm down. "If you want someone to join you, why don't you start by. . .I dunno. . .Having a bit of compassion?"

"SHUT UP!" He snarls, Grabbing at his arm again and setting off another explosion.

Shoto felt the explosion more than graze his skin. He glanced down, seeing he had been burnt. A steady flow was trickling out from the wound, and Shoto's expression grew dark. Everything he saw was blurred and he could only imagine his mother. "Don't fucking touch me." he said with a surprisingly serious tone. "If you're planning on killing me, get it over with before I end up slaughtering you first"

"Tch- Jesus Christ, Peppermint stick! I knew you were a depressive Idiot but I didn't think you were this bad- Nah, I have a better Idea for you. I'll just. . .Let you out, C'mon I'll show you the way."Bakugou stuffs his hands in his pockets and just- Walks out, Expecting Shoto to follow him. . .