I'm Not Happy | MHA Mafia AU | COMPLETED

Chapter Three: Mint Chip

He had still been crying when Uraraka came to pick up the shattered glass, to pick up the shattered boy. It hadn't been the first time. This was routine for Uraraka. She already had a weighted blanket and hot chocolate ready for him. Izuku sat in the middle of his bed wrapped up in a cave of weighted blankets, holding his hot chocolate in his hands. Uraraka offered to put his favorite show on for him but he refused. He didn't want distractions, he just wanted to cry. He had wanted to cry for a long time and today he cracked. Uraraka hugged him from outside his blanket cave, there wasn't any more she could do for the broken boy. Every time he fell apart, Uraraka would be there to put him back together. Yet no matter how hard she tried, there would always be another piece missing.

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Izuku had been sobbing his heart out for three days now and people were getting worried. It's never taken him this long to recover before and Shoto hadn't even laid a hand on the boy. He hadn't seen Shoto since their last incident. Once again Izuku had been hiding in his room. Uraraka brought him his meals and he was eating less and less. He was sleeping less and less. When he wasn't eating or sleeping he was sobbing loudly, it didn't matter who heard anymore. He was snappy and he started lashing out at Uraraka. He knew she was only trying to help him but he wanted to be alone and let his feelings consume him. He threw a stray shoe at her once and after that, the other maids tended to him instead. Once again there was a knock on his door, loud and harsh. That confused him since no one he knew knocked like that. Unless it was Shoto and he was angry again. That wouldn't be good.

Izuku was hidden in his blanket cave with his phone, he pulled a cover over his head with only a sliver to watch the door through. There was more angry knocking followed by, "Hey Nerd! Open the damn door!" Izuku thought hard about who the voice belonged to. "Bakugo?" He mumbled to himself. After more knocking he called out, "It's open!" Izuku watched as the door opened and in walked Katsuki Bakugo.

"Now what the fuck is goin' on with you?" The blond had his hands on his hips. Izuku was baffled that this guy came to check on him. "You have been crying and crying and crying for three days now. How am I supposed to get any sleep if all I can hear is your loud-ass sobbing?" Of course he didn't come here to check on him, but it was a start. "Do you even know what time it is?" Izuku checked his phone, the brightness blasting his crusty eyes. 4:13 AM.

"Four AM! I'm so sorry for keeping you up!" He panicked from inside his cave.

"If you're going to grovel, you might as well say it to my face." Bakugo deadpanned. Izuku sighed and pulled the blankets off of his head. He had a terrible bed-head and shadowed eyes. His cheeks were stained with tears, old and new. "Holy shit, you look like shit."

Izuku frowned. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed."

He groaned. "Shitty hair wanted me to talk to you or some shit, you've been keeping him up too." Izuku thought he must have been talking about the red haired man in the room on the other side of him. "So talk."

"Talk?" Izuku repeated back.

Bakugo leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "This is a one time deal. Spill all your feelings or somethin'." After some silence he kept talking. "Was it half n' half? I heard some smashin' then saw 'em leave your room." Izuku broke into tears again, crying into the blankets. "You gonna say anything?"

Izuku pushed down a sob long enough to whisper out. "Please save me."

Bakugo was startled but recovered swiftly. "I'm a mob boss, not a hero." He dragged his hands down his face then stomped over to Izuku's bed and sat down. He let out a dramatic groan as he put a hand on Izuku's blanketed shoulder. "Tell me what happened," he forced out.