One more take, please. [completed]

Chapter 10 "Under"

«I feel in my heart, soul, mindthat I'm losing you, me.
You're abusing every reason that I've left to live».

Alex Hepburn — Under.

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Midoriya knew that one day the truth would come out. And then the fragile world that he had built since high school would collapse, leaving only a ruin beneath which his pride would be buried. He cherished his secret. Maybe he should have taken it easier. Now it is pointless to guess "if only". Despite all possible scenarios, what happened happened. There's no turning back. One thing is upsetting: Midoriya has a choice anymore. He will have to take a sabbatical whether he wants to or not. Probably the only thing Izuku regrets, he don't want to lose a year. In addition, he lost his regular earnings, now he will have to cope on his own. How can I explain to my mother that such a lucrative part-time job is no longer available to him? The woman was always wary of the money she received, but she still accepted it and was happy that she could live for some time without constant attacks and hospitalizations. 

When Izuku started working on Dabi, he didn't think about the consequences at all. He didn't remember that he had family and friends who would find it difficult to explain the reason for his actions. It didn't occur to him that there were people around who really cared about him, cared about him, and supported him. He decided everything himself, just as selfishly as Todoroki, who sent the entire University a video. And they are worth each other.

Midoriya has no one now. The video that Ojiro showed him didn't last more than 30 seconds, but it was those 30 seconds that determined his fate. You can put a period and turn the page. Unfortunately, there are no more blank pages. Midoriya is left to write a new story on old scribbled paper, because what happened today will not wash away. It will always remain in his memory, as well as in the memory of those whom Izuku once called friends. Once... It literally twists, it is worth thinking about the past. Midoriya stops, holding his hand to the mouth, holding back the vomit. His fellow students did not skimp on blows, probably knocked off his internal organs, which makes his stomach turn inside out in attempts to throw out the eaten breakfast. But Izuku does not allow this to happen, swallowing the lump in his throat.

A taxi pulls up in front of him, and an elderly man leans out of the window, looking at the battered guy in disbelief. Midoriya has dirty trousers, a torn shirt edge sticking out from under someone else's windbreaker, and bruises on his face. He doubts whether to put such a suspicious type in his car, but Izuku himself called a taxi, so the man is waiting. Finally, Midoriya calms down, sighing with relief, and reaches for the door handle of the back seat. He still does not inspire confidence in the taxi driver, but he keeps his complaints to himself. After giving the address, he insinuates whether the poor man with such wounds should go to the hospital or to the police, because it is immediately clear that someone beat him. Izuku shakes his head, trying to force a smile. The taxi driver shrugs: enough altruism for today, don't force the boy to go to the doctor.

Midoriya asks to be dropped off near the house. He gets out of the taxi and staggers toward a nearby public square. He needs to cool down, clear his head. There aren't many people on the street. At this time, everyone is at work and at school. There are only a few kids playing on the Playground, but they don't notice Izuku, busy with their own Affairs. Looking at them, Midoriya remembers his childhood again. The good times when he and mom and dad lived together, when he and Kacchan and the other kids stayed out late and listened to their parents' reprimands.

Kacchan. Just thinking about him makes Deku's heart ache. Tears run down the cheeks, the wounds itch, and the brackish water burns the skin like acid. He really didn't want it to end like this. Did he even have a chance to end up differently? Probably no. Now Bakugou finally hate Midoriya. And he'd be damn right. Izuku is a weakling! And weaklings have no place near Bakugou. Never. How pathetic he is! Sitting on a bench, wailing about what was not done and done, reveling in his helplessness, enjoying the pain. A pervert like Midoriya is no stranger. And it's hard to admit to himself that he liked having sex with Todoroki. Especially in that cottage and at home. A shiver ran down my spine as a whirl of memories swirled in my head. These feelings are wrong, Izuku is wrong.

Midoriya got up from the bench and started toward the house. How long had he been here? It seemed no more than five minutes, and when he looked at his wristwatch, he saw that he had spent almost an hour. Izuku stronger wrapped in the Bakugou's jacket hiding underneath his ragged clothes. You can't let the Concierge see his appearance. He dusted off his dirty trousers with difficulty and went into the entrance, pulling up the hood. Izuku tried not to look at the woman's window and greeted her dryly. At first, she didn't pay attention to the boy, but as soon as he passed, the concierge seemed to remember something, calling Izuku.

"Midoriya-Chan, tell your friends not to come in drunk at night, please," she said with some reproach, but Izuku didn't understand what Chiyo-San meant.

He froze in place, trying to remember the last time his friends had visited. It doesn't seem like she's talking about Todoroki. The young man came in the evening, it was still light, and he was definitely not drunk. The Ashido group that had been staying with him last semester had fallen into his house with a lot of noise, but it was still not really late. Besides,it happened so long ago. Midoriya stared at the open window in disbelief as the woman fiddled with something at her Desk. Should he ask again, or ignore her remark?

"Excuse me, drunk?" still, he decided to find out the circumstances of the claim.

"Yes, last night," she said, without looking up. "It was around 1-2am. He thought I didn't see him, crawling under my window. Well, such a frowned, light-skinned man."

"Frowned?" Midoriya surprised.

"My God, Midoriya-Chan, what happened to your face?" Chiyo-San finally looked at the tenant, gasping in indignation. "Who did this to you?"

"It's all right," Izuku said. "You're not confusing anything?"

"What is all right? You need to go to the hospital!" the woman jumped to her feet, scrambling out of her booth.

She was small, so she looked up at him with a frown. Chiyo-San tugged at his arm, looking at the battered tenant, and only shook her head. Izuku laughed softly, trying to think of some way to calm the woman down. He was ashamed. He is one of the few residents of this house who has never caused her any inconvenience.

"It's impossible to be confused in this," she said, sighing heavily. Chiyo-San knew that the young man would not tell the truth. "I was sitting there, and suddenly I see him crawling under my window. Really drunk. How he got to your floor in the first place, I don't know. Why don't you remember your guests? First that kid came in with a burn on his face, and then a few hours later this one. Hmm, I hope he didn't fall asleep in the entryway. I didn't see him leave after that."

"Oh, Yes, I got it, I completely forgot, I was tired yesterday, sorry, it won't happen again," Izuku bowed and hurried to leave the concierge, pressing the button to call the elevator.

The concierge was about to say something else, but Midoriya quickly disappeared through the elevator doors. Leaning back against the back wall, he relaxed a little. Head was filled with various thoughts. But the main thing now is that Kacchan came last night. Why? Izuku's heart raced as he thought about it. Some absurd hope was rising in him, but Midoriya tried to push it away, so as not to drown in unrealistic dreams. What difference does it make now?

Yesterday he wanted to talk, and today he saw a video. The conversation lost all significance. But if he came, then Todoroki opened the door for him. Izuku covered his face with his hands, knowing what a fool he was. The feeling that he had made an enormous mistake overcame him. Midoriya let todoroki into his bed, and Todoroki trampled on his life. You never know what he might have said to a drunken Kacchan. Did Shoto send everyone a video because of this? Now at least some understanding of what had happened began to come to Midoriya, although he still considered Todoroki's act mean and low. I should have kicked him out right after sex. And what would he say to Bakugou if it was Izuku who opened the door? Both now suffer from the lack of information.

"Calm down, Izuku, you can't turn back time, " he breathed as he stepped out of the elevator and headed for his apartment.

Midoriya raised his head and saw Ashido, standing in front of his door. He closed his eyes as if he were imagining it, but Ashido's heavy slap sobered Midoriya instantly, helping him to see the reality of what was happening. The girl frowned, her eyes seeming to fill with tears, the black whites hard to make out. And Izuku was silent. What could he say when everything was said for him with the help of video a long time ago? He heard a rustle, then felt the soft touch of a soft cloth against his split lip. Midoriya hissed faintly at the unpleasant sensation, twitching to the side.

"It's just alcohol," Ashido said, wiping the fresh wound with a white handkerchief that she said was soaked in alcohol.

"I am so sorry."

"What exactly are you apologizing for?" Mina grumbled, continuing the procedure.

"For everything, probably," the guy smiled sadly, which made his lips even more painful.

"I just came to make sure you don't hang yourself, or you might," Ashido said, finally ending his torment with the burning alcohol. "Well, I see it's all right. Well, good."

Midoriya went to the door without a word, taking the key out of his pocket. Ashido remained where she was, not knowing what else to say. She was coming here with a whole speech for three hours or more. But after seeing Izuku, his injuries, appearance, condition, all the words disappeared from her head, leaving only an incomprehensible feeling of uselessness. She's a bad friend, after all. Sero told her that someone had seen their classmates, taking Midoriya somewhere, but no one had dared to interfere. Sero himself, despite his resentment, hurried to the place where, according to rumors, the students of the University had organized a lynching, but he was too late. No one was there. He saw blood on the pavement, so he assumed there were victims among them. So Ashido went to the pharmacy and got an alcohol-based decontamination agent before heading to Midoriya. She was angry at him, at them, at herself. The fact that it could not affect the worldview of fellow students, and indeed all people on the planet.

Izuku opened the door and paused on the threshold. He was afraid to ask the girl to come in. He just couldn't find a reason for it. Should he apologize to her for this video? Midoriya didn't know. That's why he hesitated, trying to find the right words. Ashido decided for him, defiantly pushed the young man away, barging into the apartment. Izuku smiled, lowering his head. He'd forgotten how strong his friend was. It seems that Midoriya should fall at her feet and thank her endlessly that she is here for him even at this moment.

"The video was deleted, by the way, " she said, taking off her shoes. "Sero has a great hacker friend from parallel, Kendo-San. Imagine, this is a girl, insanely cool and very smart. She easily found the sender's number and used it to connect to all the phones that received the video. I don't know how she did it, but rest assured, it's destroyed. Forever."

"Thank you," Midoriya said.

There was a rustle in the hall, and they looked at each other in alarm, then turned toward the room. Midoriya tiptoed to the door to the hall, not allowing Ashido to go first. He slowly opened it, gasping loudly when he saw those who were there. Izuku backed away, and Mina wondered what was causing his friend's concern. Shigaraki Tomura was sprawled on the sofa, drinking his beer from a can. The rustle came from him, constantly scratching the flabby skin on his neck and collarbone, making a strange sound with his nails. Dabi was standing next to a shelf of photographs. He was holding a frame with a picture of Midoriya's mother holding little Izuku. The photo was taken by father. Dabi seemed to be smiling, admiring such a touching picture. Next to Shigaraki sat Twice and another stranger with long dark red hair and sunglasses. Above them stood another young man in a simple classic suit without a jacket, which was also unfamiliar to Midoriya.

When he heard Izuku entering, Dabi turned to greet him with a broad smile. He raised his eyebrows at the bruises on his face. Although the reason was on the surface. Everything is more than obvious. The rest of the audience also turned their attention to the landlord, grinning at him as if he were an enemy. Dabi put the photo down and walked toward Izuku, spreading his arms.

"We've been waiting for you!" joyfully exclaimed the Todoroki's brother. "You're late."

"Who is this?" Ashido whispered in Izuku's ear, but her question was ignored.

"Go away, Ashido-San," Midoriya said, wanting to protect his friend.

Dabi shook his head, then nodded to Twice, who quickly walked over to the girl, pulling her into the room.

"Don't touch her!" Izuku yelled as he received a kick in the gut from Dabi. No sooner have the newly received wounds healed, than he again has to suffer the blows of fate in the person of Todoroki Toya. Ashido reached out to help him, but Twice held her fast. Midoriya doubled over, pressing his hands to his stomach. His insides seemed to be about to come out. Dabi grabbed him by the shock of green hair, lifting his head forcibly. He bent down to look closely at that pitiful, battered face.

Ashido didn't know who these people were, but from the look on Midoriya's face, he knew them very well. Too well.

"Look, you fucking faggot," Dabi's voice hardened, "all you had to do was put your ass on camera. What did you do? Propaganda of homosexuality? Did you win my little brother over to your blue side? You made him so crazy that he hacked into my computer. And you should have seen my surprise when I found out about the video walking around your University today. Shoto did it for sure. But why? Explain?"

"Because your brother is a jerk!" Midoriya barked, and got another punch in the stomach, coughing.

"Don't talk too much, Midoriya," Dabi croaked. "The games are over. You seem to have forgotten who your benefactor is here. I'll give you such a hot fuck that you'll forget yourself, okay? And now I won't even let you get within a meter of Shoto."

"Go to hell, Dabi, go with your brother, I won't be your plaything anymore. Say thank you Shoto, now your blackmail has lost all weight" Izuku grinned.

A sly smile spread across Dabi's face. It infuriated him that there was nothing to oppose. It was irritating to think that one day Midoria would look at him haughtily, and now this moment had come. Right now, at this moment, the pathetic whore, Dabi has made a name for in the foreign porn culture market is trying to go against his boss. He wants to smash Midoriya's smug grin against the wall. Does Dabi no longer have power over him?  It was convenient to use Midoriya. Where else will Dabi find a stupid faggot who, due to circumstances and hard fate, will agree to star in porn? 

He almost left the field of traditional porn, because gay sex had a huge demand. Money was pouring down from the sky. If he loses a toy, he will lose fifty percent of the customers whose pockets are full of greenery. Fool Shoto! Bastard Midoriya! Dabi hit him in the face, repeatedly, holding his hair in his hands.

"Stop smiling, don't laugh at someone who saved your stupid mother from death!" Anger coursed through the veins. Ashido was shouting something, as if her screams could stop a distraught Dabi. Midoriya was stunned by the barrage of blows. He is no longer sure that the face can be saved. It seemed to him that Dabi's hand was squelching in blood. Toya was saved from irreversible actions by the hand of the young man in the suit.

"Dabi, you're going to kill him."

"Don't touch me," he pushed the boy from himself.

"Oh, castrate him and be done with it," Shigaraki drawled listlessly, looking up at them with an indifferent gaze. "He doesn't use his member anyway. Faggots only care about their ass."

"Mmm, a very good idea.." Dabi grinned, encouraged.

Izuku opened his swollen eyes as wide as possible. He was shaking with fear. He knew that anything could be expected from Dabi. Even if Shigaraki's words sound absurd and like a ridiculous joke, Toya will easily commit the proposed action, despite the illegality of his actions. When your father is a big shot, there's no point in worrying about what you're doing. Ashido bit her lip, and Midoriya's fear spread to her, and Twice, who was holding the girl, felt her tremble. Judging by the words of these terrible people, it was them, who Izuku worked on, shooting a sexual act on video. They mentioned Todoroki. This is a Midoria's friend, with whom he has been communicating since the first year and spent all the main time. Did he drag Izuku into such a terrible business? Is the guy with multiple burn scars his brother? What is going on in this family? It was difficult to digest all the information that suddenly fell on Ashido.

Just the thought of them carrying out the threat made Midoriya gasp, as if his airways were clogged with vomit and slimy blood. Izuku dropped to his knees, pressing his palms against the cold floor. Dabi looked at him haughtily, chuckling slightly. How insignificant people become when they cling to their lives. He ostentatiously took a jackknife from his pocket, straightening it out. A clang of metal sounded in his ear. Izuku flinched, and Ashido started to say something, but only tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks. Her lips moved, but there was no sound. Is this a joke? They won't do that, will they?

"Because of you and my little brother's antics, I'm going to lose a lot of clients and therefore a lot of money," Dabi said thoughtfully. "An equivalent exchange, don't you think?"

Midoriya raised his head, looking at the happy face. Yes, they will. Easy and simple. There are no restrictions or boundaries for them. These people are crazy. And Midoriya managed to contact them. His own fault. Izuku slumped lower, pressing his forehead to the floor, right at Dabi's feet. His fingers barely touched other people's feet. He was sobbing, trying to collect his thoughts and stop what was happening to them. Midoriya was more afraid for Ashido than for himself. He didn't want the girl to witness such a horror. Better humiliation than this.

"P-please, p-please," he wailed, digging himself deeper into the floor, as if he could break through the deep bottom that he had sunk to for a long time. "Don't do this. I don't have anything, but p-please, I..."

"God, what an abomination!" Dabi gave Midoriya a sharp kick on the hand that was reaching for his feet so that the freak wouldn't touch Him. "You are pathetic, Midoriya. I don't even want to get my hands dirty on you."

He put the knife back in his pocket, and Ashido was finally able to exhale, quieting her frantic shivering. She looked down at her trembling hands. Izuku, however, did not move; he waited obediently, without moving, his eyes still fixed on the floor. Let them just leave as soon as possible. Please, God, make them go away! Izuku mentally prayed to all the gods, though he did not count himself among the faithful. He's hardly ever been to the temple. But now it is no longer important. If there are Gods, they can save the sinful Midoriya's soul.

"Let's get out of here," Dabi snapped, waving at the others. "Too boring."

Everyone rose from their seats, obeying Toya's order. Shigaraki remained unsatisfied, he wanted to enjoy the show, but Dabi did not give him this opportunity. After taking a last sip of beer, Twice released Ashido, but the girl didn't dare move either, waiting for them to leave. Dabi turned on the threshold and said:

"Don't think I'm done with you. In the meantime, heal your wounds, I still have a lot of plans for you, baby."


***


Kaminari looked at the mirror in the bathroom, examining his broken nose. There were bloodied bandages on the shelf by the sink, and fresh material for bandaging. He grimaced at the blue set of his nose. Denki gently touched the back of his nose and shuddered, painfully, despite the painkillers that had been poured into it. He had to sit in the emergency room for several hours until the doctor bothered to take him, take an x-ray and provide assistance. All the while, he held cotton wool and bandages to his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. As the traumatologist said, the broken bone grazed a larger vessel, so the blood did not stop for a long time. Kaminari was angry. But he wasn't sure who he was more angry at. On yourself for falling for Ojiro's persuasions to help in the showdown? Stupid faggot Midoriya? Or an idiot Bakugou that broke his nose? It seemed that all at once. But anger and hatred are unlikely to help the fracture heal faster.

The doctor said to change the bandage tomorrow, but Kaminari wanted to see what became of his cute nose, and face in general. This is his weapon for seducing girls. In addition, the chances with Jiro Kyoka were halved. All because of Midoriya. When Jiro found out how Denki got injured, she told Him: "I don't think I particularly want to associate with a violent person." She's partly right. But after all from garbage in the person of homosexuals it is necessary to get rid of?! Or was he just taught that? It is no longer clear where his personal opinion is, and where the call of the crowd is.

He heard the door slam. Apparently, one of his neighbors had returned home. If this is Bakugou, then Kaminari will be happy to tell him everything he thinks, and even provide a bill for moral and physical damage. Kaminari quickly put a bandage and came out of the bathroom, forgetting for a shelf the remains of the bandages from the hospital. 

 It's Kirishima, completely crushed.

Kaminari easily understand it, because he knew his friend as always cheerful and positive guy. And now his face is just gone. Denki assumed that he and Ashido had a disagreement about Midoriya. After all she'd seen, does she still have to defend this moral freak? Is she crazy? And Bakugou too!

"Have you seen this?!" Kaminari began at once, not bothering to ask why Kirishima was upset. "Bakugou, the bastard, broke my nose!" Denki jabbed a finger at his face, but Kiri was completely oblivious to his friend's suffering. "You know why?" because of his favourite friend Midoriya!"

The name made Kirishima finally move away from the frozen state and look up at Kaminari's swollen face. He was still recovering from the anaesthetic. In General, Kirishima did not want to hear this name, even the mention of it made his jaw tighten, causing sharp incisors to dig into the inner surface of her lips, piercing them until they bled. Bakugou hit Kaminari because of Midoriya? It turns out that Kirishima's version was not so funny, but so true. But Eijiro doesn't want to know. Who would have thought that everything would be painted in a nasty blue color. And because of who? Because of the idiot, which Bakugou knows just like for a week. Kirishima didn't know that Midoriya and Bakugou — childhood friends. He quickly assigned them the status of "couple".

"Seriously! He broke my nose for the sake of a fag!" Kaminari resented louder. "And beat up Ojiro, Shoji, Tokoyami, and Koda! All of them! Scattered in different directions, just to protect his baby-boy."

"Ojiro? Shoji?" Kirishima wondered; how did they get there?

"Yes, we were going to teach Midoriya and then Bakugou us disturbed us," Denki desperately gesticulating, literally spluttering.

He is so carried away, he didn't even notice Bakugou, who was standing behind him. Kaminari realized that Kirishima was looking past him in a thoughtful way, and turned, jumping aside as he saw The frowning face of his neighbor. All the bravado that had been prepared for Katsuki was gone, and Denki was quiet, touching the bandages on his nose. Not enough to get a second shot from the madding Bakugou. As he had not reviled him a few minutes ago, but still. The forces were not equal. Katsuki was silent, his hands in his pockets. He waited for Denki, whose voice and scream had been heard in the doorway, to tell him. Bakugou heard how he was unobtrusively added to the ranks of faggots, how midoriya was called His personal litter, and Katsuki could hardly restrain himself from breaking the unfortunate nose of this chatty monkey again.

He knew this would happen. As he stood and watched midoriya being beaten, Bakugou knew that if he interfered, everyone would think he was the same, and put a kind of brand on both of them. But reason did not ask, it ordered help, to stop a blatant injustice. Bakugou too, all of it was unpleasant: the video, beating, unexpectedly straightforward Deku's recognition. He wanted to erase the memory, to erase this period from the life forever. Bakugou is not righteous, so why he decided that he has the right to lecture Midoriya? As a man, Deku had made a terrible mistake, but as a son, he had done the honourable thing. Money is money in any case, no matter how it is obtained. " I don't think Deku thought about the consequences. He just wanted to save mom." Bakugou would have done it himself too. No, of course, he would not became a pornstar, but if there was need to, Katsuki would kill for the sake of his parents.

Bakugou does not intend to prove anything to Kaminari, and there is no desire to justify himself to Kirishima. He has enough problems of his own. One Ashido is worth a lot. Now their relationship is likely to come to an end. Unless, of course, Kirishima comes to her senses, or Ashido herself decides to leave Midoriya in favor of her boyfriend.But she wouldn't do that. Love is love, but friendship is more important to her. This is a good thing, probably. But Kirishima can't explain this. He feels betrayed. Bakugou for some reason, too. Although there is no reason for this. He didn't want to be Midoriya's best friend, and he wasn't going to be Midoriya's client. So, why are the cats scratching at his soul? Already scratched to all hell.

"Go on, why are you silent?" he says to Kaminari, causing him to gulp nervously. "How else would you call me? Faggot? Not new. A freak? Also an option. Come on, Kaminari!" Bakugou growls, taking a step forward.

Calm down, Bakugou" Kirishima sighs, interfering in their scandal. Then he will have to separate his friends.

"Friends...?" But this is already a big question. Kaminari hates Bakugou, Kirishima disappointed in Katsuki.

"What, your girlfriend dumped you?" Bakugou snorts, apart from Kaminari.

"Come on, Bakugou, your attempts to hurt me at all now are useless," Kirishima replies, although the words of his friend hurt in the solar plexus.

"Do you think I want to hurt you?" Katsuki walks past the frozen Kaminari, who is ready to protect his nose at any moment. He picks up a jug of water from the coffee table by the sofa where Eijiro is sitting. "You're a moron, Kirishima, you did shit yourself, and now you're sucking your paw, sawing yourself with your thoughts. It's sickening to watch."

"Oh, really!" he jumps to his feet, his hand clenched into a fist. "Is it my fault that your beloved Midoriya turned out to be some kind of whore? Make the coming out, Bakugou, admit that you fell in love with this gay, there's no need to hide anything. We're friends."

"Watch your filthy mouth," Bakugou wheezing, almost breaking in his hands a glass of water. "I don't have an inferiority complex like you do. You think you're cool, but you're afraid of being lower than, what did you say, some whore? This also concerns you, Kaminari."

"Listen, you!" Kirishima grabs Bakugou by the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him toward her.

Now Kaminari tenses. Here, with a broken nose, he doesn't have the strength to stop two mastodons from fighting. These two had been the terror of the entire district since their school days, and they were afraid to approach them with a cannon shot. If Kaminari acted in a roundabout way, trying to win with tricks and tricks, then Bakugou and Kirishima went ahead, stuffed, of course, bumps, but still won, tearing their enemies to pieces. And now they are facing each other? It looks like the planet will go out of orbit if they do fight.

"Funny..." Bakugou breaks into a smile, Kirishima's frowning face does not frighten him at all, but Kaminari is not laughing now. "Do you love her at all?"

And why is Katsuki saying this? He wasn't going to get involved in a fight between two idiots in love. As if he doesn't have enough problems of his own, so Kirishima's shoals have to be raked out. He planned to keep quiet, wanted to come home, get his things, and move the hell out of this apartment. He is disgusted to be in the same room with Kaminari, whom he found doing something not very pleasant, and they will not be able to communicate with Kirishima as before. All he had to do was tell everyone about Deku's orientation. What fun! One stupid gay man decided the fate of several people. Bakugou is not required for him to clean up, but can kick Kirishima's ass. Leave quietly did not work, and when did Bakugan do it after all?

"You were always talking about your favorite Ashido,how beautiful, amazing, funny she is," Katsuki grinned, noticing, as eyebrows Kirishima crept up from astonishment and indignation. "And now? Just accept that you wanted to fuck her, not to have a long happy relationship."

"You know nothing of my intentions," Kirishima pushed him away, and the water in the Bakugou's glass spilled on the floor.

"And you don't know anything about me, so before you make conclusions about my preferences, get to know your girlfriend better," the guy dusted off his hand from the water and put the glass on the table. "Did you know that she saved Midoriya from the suicide at school because of people like you? And now draw conclusions, in love and insanely lonely, what should she do now?!"

After saying that, Bakugou left the kitchen and headed to his room. He didn't know if his words would have any effect on Kirishima and Kaminari. Part of Katsuki wished that he had not held back and told them everything, like some stupid girl. But it seemed to him that because of what happened, people who were not involved in it should not suffer. Also, he should not worry about what happened. Perhaps this was the end of the reunion of old friends. Their fate will not bring them together again. It's for the best. Bakugou did everything that was required of him, now Deku let him sort out his own life.

___

 Kirishima said nothing. This was the first he'd heard of it, of course. Even Bakugou knows these things from his girlfriend's life. Kirishima just enjoyed time spent together, not thinking about the Ashido's experiences. He liked her appearance, her sexiness and hotness, her freedom and openness. But he never looked deeper, only saw the cover without looking under it. Was he wrong? Definitely Yes. But the most disgusting thing was that it was Bakugou, a callous and rude Bakugou, who pointed out the obvious things to him. Kirishima was so carried away by his feelings and desire to possess Ashido that he overlooked the most important thing — the girl's soul. And how could he have dared to show it to her.

"Do I really envy Midoriya?" Kirishima said thoughtfully, falling on the sofa. A question that will remain unanswered.