How The Tables Have Turned

I'm not good with people.

Kirishima stared at Bakugou. His gut wrenched and he felt hurt, Like someone had just twisted out his heart as he stood there. His breath gets caught in his throat again, and he lets out a shaky breath. Staring at the blonde for a moment.

Bakugou stared at the wall, past his pillows. The plaster was splintered, with a hole busted in the wall. His memory was hazy. What had made him that angry?
"I don't know what the hell you want me to say to you, Shitty Hair! You won't fucking leave me alone- But- I don't- You need to get out of my life- But- I don't want to be alone! I don't fucking know what I want anymore! People- I'm not good with people! I don't understand them like other people do!"

Shoto stared at Katsuki for a moment, His expression unchanging. He crosses his arms, and lets out his response, in a monotone voice. 
"Have you ever considered, that maybe you're a sociopath?"

Those few words pushed Kirishima too far- He lets go of Katsuki's shoulder, turning on the ball of his foot, and suddenly grabbing Shoto by his hair. He shoves the shocked boy back into a wall, twisting his other hand around his shirt collar.
"What is wrong with you!? Don't say shit like that! He's going through a hard time and- You're not helping! If you really care about him wouldn't you try and solace him!? If anyone is a damn sociopath, It's you! And if it's anyone's fault, It's yours!"

Katsuki had looked up, In complete shock at the red heads outburst. He wrung out his hands uncomfortably, biting down on his tongue to shut himself up.

Todoroki gasps, as the wind is pushed right out of his lungs. His pupils dilate, growing small as he stared at Kirishima in shock as well. How was it is fault? Why were they here in the first place?
"Eijiro-"

"Shut up! I didn't ask for your input! I know everything- Bakugou is trying, Okay!? And so am I! I know him, He's trying to get closer to people! All he wanted was to be closer to you! But you ignored him and- So did I. . .I didn't understand then." Eijiro couldn't help it any longer. His expression was still, as if it was carved from marble. But now, rivulets of tears were slipping from his vermillion eyes, and painting his cheeks. The light that filtered through the window reflected off these tears, making his skin glow. Defining his sorrow even more. 

Bakugou grits his teeth. He pushes himself off the bed, stepping up to his feet. He swayed a bit, at the change. He balls his right hand into a fist, lumbering over to them. He yanks Kirishima off of Todoroki. Instead of punching one of the boys, or even both, He grabs them both by their shirts, and into a hug. The weight of them both, sends him toppling over onto the ground in a sitting position. But he still manages to keep both of them secure.

"Would you two shut up!? And just. . .Forget about it?"