How The Tables Have Turned

Why would you think that?

Kirishima gasps in surprise- but manages to keep quiet. He looks away, refusing to say much to Shoto at all. "Mhm. . ."

Shoto's heart was pounding in his chest, he wanted to punch the shit out of Kirishima, but he didn't. He had to question him first. But- A bit aggressively."Why did you say those things. . .you. . .you don't even now how I feel about him! Why would you think that I would hurt him!?"  he yelled, his voice cracking halfway through. He noticed himself losing his composure, and he hated it. His voice caught in his throat, burning like it had been lit aflame. He hated being vulnerable.

Bakugou lays down slowly now, as the two boys had finally gone. The blonde lays on his left side with his knees pulled into his chest a bit. As much as Shoto could pleasure him, He didn't want to be used as a toy. For the first time in his entire life he needed someone to actually care about him. Because for the longest time he felt abandoned. And he was vulnerable.

Kirishima gives in and speaks, retorting in his own dominant, yet slightly hesitant tone "Because, ever since you've gotten here he's payed more attention to you! A-And- all you've been trying to do is get in his pants! It's taken me so long to gain trust in him and then you show up and ruin it all. . .even if you do remotely care about him, you're not doing a good job at showing it. Sex isn't the key to a relationship. . .communication and trust are. I've been trying to talk him down from this whole- Traitorous thing he's gotten himself into but- He won't fucking listen to me."

Shoto blinks, taking in Kirishima's words. He seemed to calm down a bit, running his hand through his hair, trying to brush away his stress. He never learned how to show his feelings to another person, Since his feelings had always been pushed away at home. After all, his fathers way of showing love to his mother was by beating her half to death. "H-How do I show him that I care. . .?" he stuttered, clearly distressed at all this.

Kirishima adverts his gaze, his tone growing a bit cold. But it was drenched in sorrow, and maybe even fear. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "If I help you. . .you'll only take the most important person in my life away from me."

Shoto was silent. The boy had a point, and he felt horrible enough already. He didn't understand love all that well, but it was clear Kirishima had feelings that went deep for Bakugou. Not that Shoto didn't under the hard shell that surrounded his heart, but its not like Bakugou liked him either, right? Wrong. But, Both were confused about their feelings  He had treated him terribly. Without another word, Shoto walked away, head panned down at the floor. As he walked away, he ended up stopping halfway down the hallway, gritting his teeth together. He didn't need help, he could do this without Kirishima's advice. At least, he hoped he could. Spinning around, he made his way back to Bakugou's room, brushing past Kirishima in the process. He cleared his throat as he knocked on the door. "Bakugou. May I come in?" he asked, deciding to not barge in.

"Fuck it. . .Whatever I don't care." That would be a yes. Bakugou rolls onto his stomach and groans.

Shoto opened the door, silently coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Er-. . .Listen. I'm sorry for upsetting you." he was able to speak out, staring at Katsuki's back as he nervously rubbed circles on his palm with his thumb.

"For what?" Bakugou grumbles, Staring at his pale forearms which were stretched out in front of him. He absentmindedly flexes his fingers, Still wearing a cold grimace on his face.

Shoto tensed up, running his hand over his face. "I dunno- I just felt bad so I wanted to apologize." he felt his heart wrench in his chest. "Because I do care."

Bakugou sat up and twisted around to look Shoto dead in the eyes. His gaze was chilling for a moment- Until he sputters and breaks into hysterical laughter.

Katsuki didn't believe him.