Kirishima's POV

Only a day had passed since we found Midoriya in the locker rooms with his shirt ripped and his body littered with wounds.

Aizawa explained to us after classes the next day that recovery girl was only able to heal half of his wounds. Apparatently he just had so many and because he was so physically exhausted, recovery girl couldn't do it all without taking too much energy and killing him.

Supposedly, he even had a bruise on his face that he covered with make up. Aizawa chewed him out for that, but now it doesn't matter seeing as that's one of the few marks that got healed.

He's got two fractured ribs though and still has some left over bruises on his stomach, particularly a nasty cut on the top part of his chest that needed stitches.

Kat and I tried to visit him before curfew last night, but he was out cold from the pain meds and antibiotics.

Today, however, is gonna be different. After classes Kat and I decided to visit Midoriya in his dorm room.

He didn't come to class today on strict orders from Aizawa and recovery girl to get some rest.

However, all of this seemed rather confusing.

Why would he lie about the bruises though? What could he be hiding? What really happened? Did Midoriya get himself involved in things he shouldn't have?

So many questions circled around my brain, but one in particular kept repeating itself in my head.

Who would do such a thing to someone as sweet and innocent as Midoriya? It doesn't seem right.

"Eiji. Are you ok?" Kat asked me as we stood in the elevator heading up to Midoriya's room a floor above ours.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I replied shortly when the elevator doors swung open and the two of us walked down the halls.

Kat gripped my hand tightly, probably already knowing what my mind was consumed by.

The two of us arrived at Midoriya's door and I knocked gently.

There was some scuffling around the room before the door unlocked and it opened slightly.

Midoriya stood in a pair of sweats and a green hoodie that was way to large on him. The sleeves bunched up around his wrists and the hoodie reached down to about his knees. In reality it just completely swallowed him.

It was extremely....cute on him.

"K-Kirishima, K-Kacchan. What are you d-doing here?" His head tilted slightly to his side as a look of confusion and curiosity wiped across his slightly pale features.

"We came to see how you were doing. Can we come in?" I asked, giving him a gentle smile.

He looked next to me where Katsuki stood for a moment before looking back at me, almost like he was contemplating whether or not to let us in. "S-Sure."

He opened the door wider and allowed us to enter before closing the door behind us.

Midoriya sat down on his bed and crossed his legs underneath him.

I dragged Kat with me and sat beside Midoriya on the bed, my back against the wall and Katsuki sitting on my lap.

"A-About what happened y-yesterday. I'm sorry." Midoriya said, looking down avoiding our gaze.

"Don't worry about it. You're going through a lot right now. You had every right to break down the way you did. I just wish we could've done more for you at the time." I said to him.

He refused to look up, only nodding his head lightly to let us know he heard me. "I'm f-fine-"

"Tch." Kat crossed his arms. "Listen nerd, if you're just gonna keep lying to us, then I don't know why we're here. You're not fine, that much is obvious. So cut the bullcrap."

"Kat-"

"No, Eiji. Someone literally made it look like he just got back from fucking war and plays it off like it's fucking Christmas. How great of a hero can he expect to become if he can't even let his fucking pride go and let someone help him?"

"Why does it matter so much to you about what happens to me?" My eyes widened slightly from the coldness of Midoriya's words, my breathing hitched slightly as I just stared at him. "You've said it yourself, you want me dead. Everybody wants me dead. What pride could I be holding onto if there isn't even any that exists in the first place?" He didn't stutter, his words weren't gentle. In this moment it was hard to believe that Izuku Midoriya sat next to us.

He seemed distant. Almost lost in a different world. I don't even think he realized exactly what he was saying.

"I don't fucking care. Now that's just bullshit." Kat muttered under his breath. Midoriya's eyes shot up and stared at Katsuki's red eyes that pierced right back at him.

"W-What are you talking a-about? You h-hate me. You bullied me. You told me to d-die! And now all of a sudden you c-care?" His stuttering came back and his eyes started swelling up with tears that threatened to fall. A look of absolute hurt and heartbreak written on his face.

I wanted to jump in and comfort Midoriya at this point, but I knew this was a talk Midoriya and Katsuki had to get through themselves. I can't interfere. Not yet, at least.

"Of course I fucking care! Why do you think I pushed you away, damnit!? I was trying to protect you! I knew you would never give up trying to be a hero despite not having a quirk! I didn't want you to get yourself killed and I knew if I stayed around you, that's exactly what would've happened, but no you have to prove me wrong every fucking time! You got yourself a quirk and you're working towards number one."

Katsuki finished his yelling rant. His voice cracking slightly. Midoriya looked stunned and had no idea what to say.

I was confused. Midoriya had a quirk. A pretty powerful one. What does Katsuki mean by he never had one?

"You.... Don't h-hate me?" Midoriya's voice was so soft and quiet, I could barely hear what he was saying. A tear finally slipped down his cheek and fell off his chin.

I knew Kat never truly hated Midoriya. They were best friends after all, but I've never seen Kat express himself the way he did just now to anyone else except for me.

It opened my eyes at the possibility of actually rekindling their friendship and the three of us getting along amazingly.

Katsuki got off my lap and sat closer to Midoriya. He wiped the fallen tear stain off of his cheek. "No. I don't hate you. I just didn't know how to keep you safe and so I thought that if maybe you would hate me instead, then at least you would be safe, but you never did. You followed me everywhere, you were always by my side even after everything I've done to you." His voice was soft and gentle, a sound that is so utterly rare for Katsuki.

Midoriya's one tear turned into several and he started sobbing. He gripped the front of Katsuki's shirt and pulled him forward into a hug. Kat wrapped his arms around the small frail body.

I happened to notice a stray tear fall from Katsuki's own eyes.

This certainly was a turn of events. I had no idea of what Kat truly felt for Midoriya. I knew he didn't hate him, but I didn't know he felt strongly for the small boy.

After all of this time. All of the bullying and harassing and yelling, it turns out my speculation was correct. Katsuki doesn't hate Midoriya. He just tried to protect him in all the wrong ways.
It left the two boys hurting and broken from the loss of one another.

They pulled away from one another. "I'm sorry, Kacchan." Midoriya whispered.

"Damnit Deku. You have no reason to apologize. I'm the one who's sorry. I treated you like crap and I never realized how much you were hurting."

"It's ok. I never blamed you for any of it."

Kat sighed. "Always so quick to forgive. You'll never change, huh?" Midoriya gave him a bright smile and I watched as a small smile also tugged at Kat's lips.

I'm happy the two seemed to make up. They've been through a lot together and it wouldn't have seemed right if they never made up.

"About time." I said making both of them turn to me. "You two can be such a headache." I said dramatically, gripping my head lightly.

"Shut up, shitty hair!" Kat yelled, his usual demeanor coming back to life.

I stuck my tongue out at him and Midoriya laughed.

"I'm not afraid to bite that tongue of yours off. Don't underestimate me." He said crawling back over to me before straddling me and kissing me hard on the lips.

My hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while his hands went up into my hair.

His rough, yet soft lips moved in sync with mine. His lips parted and his tongue grazed the bottom of my lip asking for entrance. I gladly accepted.

"U-Uhm." A voice, slightly raised reached my ears.

I pulled away from Katsuki and looked over at Midoriya. His face was beet red and he just gazed at his fidgeting hands in his lap.

My face also turned red in embarrassment. "Sorry about that, Midoriya." I said as Kat got more comfortable in my lap.

"N-No! It's alright. I don't mind really." He muttered.

I gave him a light smile as he looked back up at us.

"Hey, how about we all do something this weekend? Like go to the mall or something?" I asked the two other boys in the room with me.

"Sounds like a plan." Kat said simply.

"S-Sure! It'll be fun!" Midoriya said excitedly.

"Alright. Well, we've got classes tomorrow. We'll stop by here before walking to breakfast tomorrow, wait up for us?" I asked Midoriya, hoping he'd say yes. I really do want to get to know him better and I also want Kat to work on his friendship with him more.

"O-Ok. I'll w-wait here tomorrow morning."

"Great!" Kat and I got up before waving goodbye at Midoriya and heading back to my dorm room, Katsuki hot on my trail with his hand laced in mine.