Evil....Maybe Not

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Deku's POV:

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be feeling right now, but I know it shouldn't be fucking murder. The rage bubbling inside me is almost too much to handle. I look over at Kirishima, whose confusion only adds to my frustration. "How long?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Huh?" Kirishima blinks, clearly taken aback by my sudden intensity.

"How long has he been doing this?" I press, my patience wearing thin.

"Since last year. He stopped asking a month ago," Kirishima replies, his voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and confusion.

"I have been here for more than a month!" I can't help but feel betrayed, my heart pounding in my chest. "Aren't you upset that we have been doing this since last year?"

I shake my head, struggling to maintain composure. "No, I wasn't even here last year, so I'm not surprised that he had relations with someone else. We weren't technically dating at all; we had only confessed our feelings when I first left and promised to be together when I came back. But it's the fact that after I came back he continued to do this! He didn't only toy with your feelings, but also mine."

I hear the bathroom door open, and Kaachan walks out, his expression shifting from casual to concerned as he notices the tension in the room. "Kiri? What are you doing here?" His voice is laced with confusion.

Kirishima offers him a bitter smile, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Kaachan's gaze moves to me, and he immediately senses the gravity of the situation. "Hey, why are you crying? You okay?" He steps towards me, his intention clear. I push him away, not wanting comfort at the moment.

"We all need to talk," I state firmly. Kaachan's face falls, a mix of regret and resignation crossing his features. He knows what this is about.

"First question is to Katsuki. Were you and Kirishima sleeping together while I was here?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Look, I think you're misunderstanding something, Deku—" Kaachan begins, but I cut him off.

"Did you or did you not fuck Kirishima while I was here at UA?" I demand, my voice echoing with hurt.

Kaachan's eyes dart to Kirishima before he looks back at me, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

"Excuse me, I can't hear you, speak clearly," I push, the hurt and betrayal sharp in my tone.

"Yes," he repeats, more clearly this time. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

"Now that I know that, you two speak your sides of this story."

I've always loved Kaachan and told myself I always would, but right now, I'm struggling to contain my anger. Katsuki was always an ass, but tried to play it off by being nice sometimes. I never paid much attention to it, but sometimes I had to put him in his place. He listens when addressed by his full name, almost like a trained dog. But despite my frustration, I'm willing to hear his side of the story.

"Me and Kiri never dated; we were more like friends with benefits," Kaachan begins. Kirishima nods in agreement, though his face is a mixture of pain and acceptance. "We started sleeping with each other almost to blow off steam. At some point, I think we both developed some feelings for each other. Then you came into the picture again, and I got a little confused. The night you came back, we ended up sleeping together as well, so I got a bit mixed up in my feelings."

I rub my temples, struggling to process his words. "So you couldn't tell who you liked, so you just kept sleeping with us, then came to a conclusion of staying with me?" He seems hesitant, his eyes avoiding mine.

"Yes," he admits, his voice tinged with regret.

"That's really fucked up because now you have Kirishima here who actually fell for you, only to find out you only did this because you were just a bit confused. Then he had to find out in the worst possible way that you were with me. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I can see Kirishima crying silently next to me, his body shaking slightly with each quiet sob. I look at him and then back at Kaachan, showing him the depth of his mistake. Kaachan sighs, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his choices is finally hitting him.

"That wasn't my intent to hurt you, neither of you. I was just confused and made several bad choices in the process of trying to sort myself out. Kiri, I never meant to lead you on like this, but I did, and I apologize for it. I really have been trying to get better, but in the process, I keep fucking things up." His voice cracks at the end, and I can see the struggle to hold back his tears.

I look back at Kirishima, waiting to see if he has anything to say. "Bakugo, look, I'm willing to forgive and forget, but I'm going to need time. I'm not going to do what you did to 'try and sort my feelings out'; instead, I'm going to take time for myself."

I nod, acknowledging his decision. "Good, you do that. Now you can leave if you don't want to be here anymore, or you can stay."

"I think I'll leave; I want to be in my own room," Kirishima replies quietly. I nod again, and he makes his way out the door.

I lean back on the pillows behind me, feeling drained. "Have anything to tell me?" I ask, turning to Kaachan.

He sits on the edge of the bed near me, his face etched with regret. "I'm sorry to you as well. I admit I did all of that, and I don't feel too great about it. I hope you can give me another chance to do better."

"I appreciate your attempt at becoming a decent fucking human being, and I acknowledge that," I say, my tone softening slightly. "But you need to find some better ways to do that."

Kaachan nods, tears in his eyes. I pull him into a hug, trying to offer some comfort. "You know, for an alpha, you sure have some waterworks," I say with a small smile.

He laughs a little, his voice cracking with emotion. "I also want to apologize for being so aggressive earlier. Even though it was effective, it doesn't mean you deserved it."

"No need to apologize to me," I reply, shaking my head.

We fall asleep snuggled together after crying and getting everything out. Despite the turmoil, I'm relieved that we were able to talk things through. I hope that with time, we can communicate better again. There are still some things about my father that I need to get off my chest, but I'm not quite ready to talk about it yet. One day, I hope my mom will get justice and everyone will find happiness. Hopefully....

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