~~~Kacchan's POV~~~

We got back to the house just fine, nothing went wrong and I was glad for that. I hate how bad Izu's doing lately, and I don't even know the triggers. I won't admit this out loud to anyone but Deku, but fuck, I'm so fucking scared of losing him. And he tries to tell me it's just because of his sperm donor but I'm one of the causes and I know it. I know I don't deserve this beautiful ray of sunshine but he seems to want me and I feel so fucking selfish.

"Hey Midoriya, what movie do you want to play," earphones asked. I'm glad everyone seems to be getting along. Fuck, that would have been one more thing I fucked up for him.

"I don't care, put whatever you want Jirou."

"Bakugou? Do you want anything specific?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks tho." I don't see a point in saying when I'm not going to be focusing on it.

"Kacchan," He asked it softly, and implied that he wanted to not be noticed. So I look up and let a soft smile show.

"Yeah, nerd?"

"You seem in thought, is something wrong?" Fuck.

"Everything's fine love, don't worry." I know that's not going to work.

"Are you scared that I'll understand too well and end up deeper?"

"W-what?"

"Kacchan, every time you get lost in thought, you tell me not to worry. Babe, I know how bad thoughts can get, you're here for me. But you never let me be there for you, so I don't know how bad they are and I'm scared. I want to help you like you do for me."

"Izu, there's nothing for you to worry about, alright? When the thoughts get too much to handle then I'll come to you-"

"No, it'll be too late then. Kacchan please." I watch as the hurt and pain flash through his eyes. And that hurts.

"Zu, I'll make you a deal. Explain to me what you told eyebags and I'll tell you-"

"I was talking to-"

"Not now baby, after this weekend. Let's enjoy this. Then we'll tell each other."

"Pinky swear?" I laugh a little.

"Yeah, dork. I pinky swear." I lock my pinky with his, and he goes back to focusing on the movie, slightly leaning on me. Ebony is playing around with Raccoon eyes, shitty hair, Pika, and earphones. I look, trying to assess the movie, it looks like Avengers.

"H-hey, Bakubro. C-can I talk to you real quick?"

"Whatever shitty hair." He stood up and gestured me to follow, leading us outside.

"Look man, I'm sorry about earlier. Midoriya explained to me and I shouldn't have tried to imply anything."

"What exactly did he explain?"

"He was telling us how you guys were close until he turned four, you started bullying him, then things took a turn sometime in February and you guys got together like two weeks ago or something."

"Did he explain anything in detail?"

"No, just stated that you explained why you bullied him and how you both understand there could have been a different route, then also for personal reasons you guys reconnected back in February. But he did say something to Kaminari. I think he was trying to be discrete but he had said, 'I was going to plan.' If that means anything only Kaminari got it."

"Shit. What did he say?"

"Kami just shouted a nickname then you guys came back."

"Alright, thanks. Also, I overreacted when you asked the shit. I need to understand that our relationship looks toxic as fuck until you get to know us. I'm sorry if I made you feel shitty or angry or anything."

"Bro, it's fine don't worry. I should have taken the time to get to know you guys before I questioned. Besides, if I was actually paying attention to Midobro then I would have seen that he didn't look hurt by the name or anything. That's my fault."

"Whatever shitty hair, come on. We should go back before anyone questions."

"Right." As we started heading in he put his arm around my neck, hanging from me.

"Oi shitty hair get the fuck off me."

"Nah." I light small explosions to scare him, but he just ends up turning his... skin hard? What the fuck?

"Oi, what the fuck shitty hair!" I guess others heard the commotion because I see the entire group by us.

"Heh, it's my quirk. I harden my skin like a rock. When I saw you start to use your quirk instinct told me to harden."

"I wouldn't actually use it against you."

"Why? I'm the perfect sparring partner."

"Maybe so, but last time I was a surrogate for something else and I refuse to allow that to happen," I stare directly at Izu, and I see his face flash with regret.

"So how do you spar then?"

"By fighting? Is your hair your brain?"

"No, I was just confused. But I mean, if you want to get better then you need to use your quirk so you can control it."

"I can control it just fine." Zu walks up to me, whispering in my ear.

"I'm sorry about what went down a week ago. You should spar with Kirishima, his quirk is a perfect match for you."

"With time." He goes to pull back, but I just wrap my arms around his waist, holding him to me. Lightly kissing his neck and face.

"Let's just go finish the movie, then we can play games." Everyone agrees with pinky and we all sit back on the cots, of course the four idiots are hogging Ebony.

~~~POV Shift, Izu's. I apologize now~~~

While everyone finishes the movie, I'm somewhere in my head. Somewhere I shouldn't be. I keep thinking back to the past week, a flashback decided to start.

I'm sitting in front of a full-body mirror, it's the one in my room. I'm wearing a baggy long-sleeve and pajama pants, sitting staring at a boy I don't seem to recognize, it's only logical that it's me, but the eyes are so lifeless that it's scary. There isn't much color to them and there seems to be no hope left. The freckles look misplaced, acne scattering around making the boy look disgusting, along with the bruised cheek with a brown scab covering it. Slowly picking at it, of course my nails are down to stubs, almost painfully. Blood starts to seep from one of the edges of the scab as I watch, sitting there on the hardwood floor assessing myself. 'Worthless' 'wannabe' 'annoying' 'attention seeker' 'faker' 'ugly' just die' 'no one likes you' A pounding headache starts as these words are not only said in my thoughts, but out loud also. Tears slowly slipping from my eyes. 'You deserved it' 'you were asking for it' 'why can't you just leave everyone alone' 'you're fat' 'your nose is too big' 'you look like a child' 'no one wants a broken human' 'you're a failure' the thoughts continue, making me shake as uncontrollable tears fall, staining my face and shirt as my eyes start to puff and turn red. I can't do anything but sit there looking at this foreign boy I have no recollection of as the thoughts keep going, putting me deeper into this horrid mindset. 'It's pointless honestly, you don't love anyone' 'no one loves you' 'push anyone close away, they're just playing' 'you're annoying everyone by living' I just want them to stop, I try shaking my head, but that just causes the headache to worsen. I debate letting my blood spill, I was close to it too.

"Izu? Hunny, can you come down here please?" Right, mom's home. I stand up soundlessly, whipping my tears away, trying to look like I didn't just break down. I walk downstairs.

"What's up mom," I ask with a smile.

"Baby, I have to go out of town for a week, my work is forcing my team to go and I don't have a choice," she sounds sad, 'you did this.'

"O-oh, alright mama, when do you leave?"

"Thursday." That's only three days from now.

"Okay mom, w-would you mind if I stayed home alone, I wanna catch up on things. I also want Kacchan to be able to spend this time with his family."

"Alright baby, if you're sure." Take this spare time to plan to leave. No one will know, besides who'll miss you?

"-Ku?" I blink slowly, realizing that I've been shaking slightly, and rocking back and forth. I look to see who called for me, the only logical person being Kacchan, but behind him my eyes lock with Toshi also.

"Zu, are you okay?"

"O-of course Kacchan, why wouldn't I be," the smile I used with mom is present. He seems to be studying my face, making mental notes and I see Toshi typing something. I look back down. Fuck. I look up again to see their faces, looking as though to say, we'll talk later. Great.

"If you guys are ready, what do you want to play first?"

"Any card game that can have more than two people, erm we have Monopoly but I'm not sure how many can play that. There's Clue, if we all split up we could play those games like Clue, The Game of Life, Sorry stuff like that." And that's what we did, we got a whiteboard from my room, wrote our names who we versed, what we played, and tallied our wins. In doing that we had used those numbers to choose who went first for Truth or Dare, going highest first. The order of wins went, Me, Kiri, Kacchan, Mina, Shin, Jirou, and Denks. So we gathered in a circle and started the game.

"Err, Kiri? Truth or Dare?"

"Dare bro!"

"Oh, hmmm I dare you tooooo ummm, let Kami post a random post on one of your social media." So he handed his phone to Denks, who read the status out loud.

"I'm posting to Instagram a picture of me with the caption of 'hacked by @pikaboy195'."

"Alright, hmm Bakubro, truth or dare?"

"Dare I ain't no wimp shitty hair."

"I dare you to flirt with Midobro."

"Tch, that's not a dare. But I'll gladly do it. May I tie your shoes nerd? I'd hate to let you fall for anyone else."

"K-Kacchan, that's cheesy."

"Would you rather this then? Are you a poster? Cause I wanna pin you to a wall." D-did he just- He checked me out. I blush rose to my face as my eyes widen.

"K-KACCHAN!"

"If kisses were snowflakes, well- I'd send a blizzard."

"O-okay next turn!"

"Fine, Deku truth or dare?"

"U-uh truth!"

"What was the last lie you told me."

"T-that I was okay..." My gaze shifts down and I move on quickly.

"Err, Denks! Truth or dare?"

"Truth!"

"What's your sexuality?"

"I-I'm uh bi I think? Also possibly poly. Umm Mina, truth or dare?"

"DARE!"

"Repeat the worst pick-up line someone's ever used on you."

"Has to be 'are you a dog, cause I want you to be my bitch'," she said with a fake barf noise.

"Disgusting, let me guess it was a dude from our school," Jirou asked.

"Yeah, uhh Bakubabe, truth or dare."

"Dare pinky."

"I dare you to stop with the names all night."

"Fine wait can I use nicknames for Zu?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, Shinsou truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could switch lives with anyone here, who and why?"

"Zu."

"Why Shinsou," Kirishima asked.

"So he could have a childhood," is all he said, "Jirou, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"What is a hidden talent?"

"I can play almost every instrument. Midoriya, truth or dare?"

"U-uh, dare?"

"I dare you to share one of your deepest secrets." Okay, only one. I don't need to share my dad or self-harm. I got this.

"I take anti-depresse-" my hand shoots over my mouth, that isn't the thing I wanted to share.

"Hey dude, don't worry about it. Stuff can happen, I mean you're getting help so why be embarrassed?"

"R-right Kiri, s-sorry about that. Toshi, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"There would be an easy obvious one I could use, but I shouldn't so I won't. Um I dare you to come with me real fast." I get up and gesture for him to follow which he does. I take him to my room and go through my shirt drawer.

"Here, change into this please." It's a golden yellow crop top that on me comes to my lower ribcage so on him probably three ribs up from the bottom, it's a long-sleeved one but hangs off the shoulder and is extremely baggy.

"O-okay?" He quickly changes and looks in the mirror, a light blush appears on his face.

"Great now come on we gotta go back to the game, are you okay with this?"

"R-right, yeah I'm fine." So we continue on our way, Denki is the first to notice and both the insomniac and blond blush.

"Daamn Shinsou, Zu did you good, that color matches you good," Mina complimented.

"A-alright, err Kirishima, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who's your favorite hero?"

"Crimson Riot! Alright, Mina truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Prank call someone." She dials a random number with it on speaker and starts asking questions that make no logical sense but we all get a kick out of it.

"Denki, truth or dare?"

"Dare," his eyes lit up with a mischievous glint as he said it.

"Let me do your make-up." He shrugs and follows her into the bathroom, they take around ten minutes but he comes out looking really cute. They didn't use concealer seeing as Mina doesn't have it but did his winged eyeliner perfectly, using a deep purple eyeshadow to enhance his eye color with a slight amount of pink blush, some lipgloss, and a few little white dots scattering his cheeks.

"Not gonna lie Denks, Mina did good. 9/10."

"H-hey not cool Izu. Jirou, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Can you sing?"

"Y-yeah. Bakugou, truth or dare."

"Dare obviously."

"Okay, since you wanna be a smartass. Seven minutes in heaven with Midoriya." Kacchan just smirks, oh no. He stands up and pulls me up with him, taking us to my room seeing as it has the largest closet. I set a 7-minute timer and so does the group. They go back downstairs and it's just Kacchan and I in the dark closet. He steps closer, holding my chin gently in his hands.

"K-Kacchan?"

"What was going on earlier?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Before we started playing, you zoned out and you were shaking rather horribly. So what was going on? You said you lied earlier so talk." If I were to say this isn't what I was expecting would you believe me? I actually let the lie slip my mind and... yeah.

"I had thought about what happened before mom told me she was leaving."

"Which was?"

"I had been sitting on the floor, looking at myself, although I didn't recognize myself at all, in the mirror when my mouth started moving, repeating the words in my head. Worthless, ugly, stupid, you deserved it, you asked for it, wannabe, stuff like that. It led to me wanting to cut. But mom had called me down, and that's when the idea was planted."

"Why didn't you record it in your journal?"

"I-I did. Just not in the one you know of," I chew on the inside of my cheek and my lip as I wait for it to process.

"What did you and eyebags talk about?" I look at the timer, we still have four minutes.

"I discussed my plan, Kacchan please can we do this later? We only have three minutes left. W-what if it's someone else that comes to get us?"

"I won't be forgetting." With that he pulls me into a kiss, pushing me further into the wall, one hand on my waist and the other now moving up to my hair.