Kirishima's pov:

It's been a solid week since I last saw Zeref. I've dyed my hair red again. I don't know how Zeref's holding up but I can only hope he's safe. I'm safe but I don't feel like I am. I feel as if I could get taken again at any moment and I'm always scared and nervous. My heart's always racing which is speeding up my metabolism and making me eat more. Because of this, I have to train harder and the wounds on my back still haven't completely healed causing me to be in pain nearly twenty-four seven. I know they need to be stitched up but I can't show up in Recovery Girl's office and be like: "hey, I was kidnapped and they whipped me. Would you mind healing the wounds for me?"

I'd be totally screwed if I did that. And stupid. Nobody really cares about me anyways. I'm just alone even if I am surrounded by all these amazing people. Unlike me. I'm just a waste of space. I want to sleep. I'm so tired I think I may die but I need to train or I'll never become a hero but it's already unlikely that I will, even if I do train for hours on end, every day. It's worth a shot, right? My muscles ache and burn to a new level. Even walking up the stairs makes me feel like I'm going to collapse into a heap of limbs on the floor. I hate it.

Mr. Aizawa surprisingly walked in on time today. Maybe even a bit earlier. I think he has a new found hatred against me and it's scary. I hate others hating each-other. My parents hated each-other and where did that get them? Mom in the hospital and dad an alcoholic. Why do people hate each-other? Yes, my dad is evil but I don't hate him. I've taken a strong disliking towards him but I could never hate him. He's my own flesh and blood for goodness sakes!

"Settle down class!" Mr. Aizawa bellows. The room fell quiet in a matter of seconds. I didn't like it. "Anyways, today you will be doing rescue training at the USJ. You will be allowed to wear your hero suits." He presses a button on a remote and the back wall pops out with all our hero suits. Everyone cheers. "Meet me at the bus in 20 minutes or we'll leave without you." He starts his slow walk outside the classroom. I sigh heavily and push myself off my chair. The majority of people are already finding their suits. I join the crowd and spot my seat number on the side of a box.

I carefully push past the crowd and grip it tightly before squeezing out and heading to the change room. Bakugo had already arrived and was the only other one. My costume was shirtless but the piece of wood that zig-zagged across my chest was made for the soul purpose to cover an insane scar that could not have been made from training. All the other scars were either too tiny to notice or looked like they could've been caused from training. I'd made the back of my costume a part of the shirt to protect myself from any questions my scars may cause

I make sure not to draw Bakugo's attention to me. I can't change in front of him or I'm screwed. He'll see the terrifying scars on my back and ask questions. That cannot happen. No matter what. I quietly close the door behind me and tiptoe to the cubicle. "What are you doing shitty hair? Scared I'll see how weak you actually are?" He jokes.

"hahaha. I'm just really self conscious," I laugh.

"Tch. How stupid." He pulls his shirt over his head and I deeply huff before closing the cubicle door behind me. As I opened the case, everyone started piling in. I quickly changed and exited.

"That's such a cool hero suit Kirishima!" Kaminari shouted. I blushed in embarrassment and fake smiled.

"Uh, t-thanks...I guess." I muttered. "I'm going to go to Mr. Aizawa now. Bye." I smiled and started walking out. It was way too cluttered in there for my liking. It reminded me of the basement and the League Of Villains.

*Time skip to when the League invades the USJ*

My eyes widen at the sight of the league and I freeze in place. Bakugo shouts die and runs up to Kurogiri and punches him but it prevails and Bakugo and I get warped into a building. I'm terrified. What if I get kidnapped again? What'll I do then? I start to shake and the memories start to return. Everything they've put me through rushes through my head. I sink to the ground and pull at my hair. "S-stop it." I plead. I can feel Bakugo staring at me confused but I ignore him. I can't do anything with these memories in my head. My fingernails start to dig into my scalp. It hurts. "What's your problem shitty hair!? There are villains outside and you're sitting on the ground doing nothing!? I'll kill you before the villains can!" He puts an end to my memories. I'm still shaking a bit. I steady myself on my feet and breath heavily.

"Sorry Bakubro..." I mumble. He ignores me and focuses on blowing up the building. When he does and the ash flies everywhere and I've finished coughing it up, we run towards the massacre.

"Rocky! What a surprise!" I tense up and stop. Bakugo stops in his tracks and looks back aggressively.

"You know him!?" He shouts with disgust.

I nod my head slightly and his scowl deepens. "He's a villain! How could you know him!?...Don't tell me! Are you – are you working with them!?" Bakugo assumes without a second thought. I tense as Shigaraki wraps his hand around my neck.

"Nu-uh. He's one loyal rock to you guys. I've known him for years now" – he rests four of his fingers against my neck – "We're close friends, aren't we Eijiro?" He smirks menacingly which makes me feel really small. Bakugo seems to get even more angry and I think it's directed at me. "We're close, aren't we?" He slurs loudly.

I gulp and squeeze my eyes shut before nodding my head vigorously. I know I'm strong enough to get out of this situation but I'm too scared of him. I'm also the only one here who knows his quirk and knowing Bakugo, he won't be able to pick up on any of the signs that I'm being black-mailed with my life to answer this way. I give a pleading look to Bakugo but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Are you really associated with this evil, Kirishima? What's your problem!? Are you that fucking stupid to think that being friends with a villain is a good idea!? I'm disappointed in you," Bakugo growls. My heart aches. It's hard knowing that he thinks that about me. I can't risk losing him. I take a deep breath in and force myself to activate my quirk. Before Shigaraki can understand what's happening, I grab the arm on my neck and twist it in an aching and bone smashing way. I hear the bones crack under my hands and I get hit in the face with confidence. I quickly bring my knee to meet his stomach. My hardened skin pierces his stomach and Shigaraki growls at me.

"You'll regret that, Eijiro. Wait till your dad finds out!" He laughs as he gets pulled into a purple gate. It takes a few seconds, but the reality of what I've just done hits my hard. I'm screwed. Dad's going to kill me. I hide my fear as much as possible. I hear footsteps among all the grunts and screaming. Bakugo's hands pop behind me and I flinch. I turn to face him.

"The hell was that all about? How could you know crusty lips?" He hisses at me.

I sigh, "that's a story for another day." I walk away from him, not caring if I aggravate him. I don't care what Bakugo thinks of me right now. My main priority is finding a way out of getting killed by dad. I spot some fallen debris near the building Bakugo and I were spawned at. I hide behind it, making sure that all my limbs are concealed. Something smashes through the roof and I hear Midoriya grunt and shout. A short while passes of grunts, screams, punches and quirks activated when All Might finally arrives and takes control of the situation.

The Nomu is finally beaten. At this point, Bakugo is sitting on the top of the debris studying the fight and absorbing in as much information as he could. I'm sitting next to him but I didn't even notice when All Might punched the Nomu out of the roof. I can't focus on anything but the consequences I'm going to face once the holidays roll around. Bakugo sends off a bright explosion of nitroglyceryn very close to my face and I think I may have peed my pants. "Bakubro?" I say once I pass the initial shock of the explosion.

"Can't you focus for once!? We're going back to the bus now, dipshit!" He spits. I can feel my heart sinking.

"Sorry Bakubro." I jump off the debris and follow him nervously to the bus. If I'm being honest, I hate my hero suit. It's very manly but it's too revealing and makes me too uncomfortable. I climb onto the bus and sit at the very back. I rest my head against the window. I'm super tired and I can tell everyone else is to.

*Time skip to after school*

Bakugo's pov:

The way Kirishima was acting around the villains was...strange. And how does he know that blue haired villain. He's strong, but not as strong as me. He and his crusty lips were touching MY Kirishima. That hoe!

But what I'm more confused about is how Crusty got permission to call Kirishima, Eijiro. They'd have to have known each-other for a long amount of time before he'd have ever given Crusty that authority to call him that. And that threat? Was it empty of was it a real threat? What would Kirishima's dad do if he found out about him beating Crusty's ass? I don't even want to know but it probably has something to do with Kirishima and shitty clothes talk last week.

"Kirishima? Are you ok? You aren't acting like yourself." Mina breaks me out of my thoughts. I turn to Kirishima and he does look really out of it. As if he's trying to come up with a really complicated plan to either save himself or someone else.

Kirishima looks up and speaks, "uh, yeah. Just lost in thought...I guess."

"Bullshit. I listened in on you and uh, shitty clothes conversation-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Kirishima cuts me off with a snake bite and I get goose-bumps from it. Kirishima walks towards the couch where I'm at and grabs my wrist, pulling me out of the common room. The rest of the bakusquad are definitely confused. I'd be as well if I were them. Why the hell is he pulling me!?

"What's your problem Shitty Hair!? Why'd you drag me off into the hallway." I finally say once he stops walking. Kirishima closes his eyes and breaths heavily. He stuff his hands into his pockets and I get a glimpse of them shaking just a bit. Probably my imagination.

"How much of the conversation did you hear?" He asks in a monotone voice and half opens his eyes. he definitely doesn't want to make a big scene out of this.

I hiss, "well, I only heard tiny bits because you don't speak loud enough." I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall.

"I don't care if I wasn't speaking loud enough. All I care about is what you heard."

"Geez. Fine, I'll tell you. I heard you say that someone did or does something that's not acceptable and it's not safe somewhere and you want Shitty Clothes to leave home and tell someone something. You also said something about him being a horrible brother if he didn't report some dumb shit to the police. You also said something about you both being very traumatized and you both promised each other not to kill yourself," I admit. I wish I could've heard more, but I was hiding by a bush that wasn't exactly close to them.

Kirishima doesn't seem to like the idea of me knowing so much. "I need you to forget you ever heard anything about my conversation with Zeref. Ok?" He asks sternly.

"No." I answer as bluntly as I can. Why would I push this whole situation into a hole and cover it with concrete? It seems as though it's something serious and concerning.

"Are you kidding me!? All I need is for you to forget I ever had that conversation with my brother! Is that too much to ask from you, Bakugo!" he starts to shout and I get angry.

"Well, I'm not just going to push something like this out of my mind! It's something serious and surprisingly, I have common sense and sympathy for others!" I reply truthfully. It actually hurt when people assumed I was a heartless beast with no caring side.

"Yeah, right! Bakugo has sympathy!? When have you ever shown kindness to someone who's hurting! Never! Human decency is a foreign language to you, Bakugo! We all know it! Just forget about the conversation I had with my brother, why is it too much for you to do!?" Kirishima's now screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I will never forget nor will I try to," I reply. Kirishima's had enough of this. He lunges at me and punches me in the face and I stumble back a feet or two. I'm furious now. I let small explosion ignite from my hands and lunge towards him. I send off an explosion to his face but his skins already hardened. He grabs my arm and flips me over and I land on my back. He goes in to pummel my face to an unrecognisable state but gets stopped by Mr. Aizawa's scarf. What's he doing here?

"Break it up you two!" He lets us go and the realisation of what just happened seems to just settle in with Kirishima. He gets off the ground and stands self-consciously. I stand up and rub my back. He's got some serious strength. The whole class is surrounding us now. "What you two have done is unacceptable! We do not tolerate this kind of behaviour at this school unless it's in training or with villains. You both have three days of suspension!" He shouts. He turns his attention to Kirishima. "You know what Kirishima? I don't think you want to become a hero" –Kirishima's eyes widen in surprise and sadness – "first you skip school for a week without a valid reason and then cause a fight without having permission!? Are you trying to get expelled? If I see either of you having a fight like this again, I'll have you expelled."

I'm shocked. Would Mr. Aizawa actually expel us? It's seems so far-fetched. "Now go to your rooms!" He shouts and the red head and I walk back to our dorms. That threat. it wasn't an empty threat. Mr. Aizawa meant it with every existing bone in his body. I would protest against Mr. Aizawa but I'm exhausted from today. Kirishima and I split up and go into our dorms next to each other. I angrily change into my PJ's and climb onto my bed. I hate Kirishima right now. I sigh heavily and start hearing some sort of sniffling from next door. Is Kirishima crying again? What's up with him?

"Kirishima..." I whisper. My heart aches knowing that I can't go over there and support him myself. I groan and push myself off the bed and groggily walk over to my dresser.