Shouta and I made it home without a hitch, and I forced him to eat leftovers because I already ate. Now, usually, the dumbass is quiet. But this is a whole new level. Being the social bitch I am, I'm not going to stand for this. I sit down beside him while he eats.

"Something on your mind, asshat? You can go ahead and talk. we have no censorship here." I ask, laying back.

"All of it is about you, Izuku." Getting straight to the point, Shouta?

". . .shit...welp, might as well kick me out now. I don't need the whole explanation." I state as I stand up.

"That is not it, you over-dramatic brat. Sit back down. We're talking about your mental health."

"Already?"

"You asked for it."

"True that. Need something to drink?"

"Water?"

"I meant alcoholic, but alright." I get up again to get some water for him, bringing the glass back and handing to him.

"You know I don't drink."

"Never too late to try!"

"I'm certainly not drinking around you if I do."

"WOW, WAY TO RUIN MY HOPES AND DREAMS!"

"Shut up. I'm talking about something serious here."

"That word doesn't exist in my vocabulary, but fine." I can tell that me arguing with him is pissing him off.

"Do I have your focus?"

"Just do it already." Shouta takes a deep breath, putting his bowl down and turning to face me, "Hold up, how about after you finish eating?" He lifts the bowl to show me it is empty, " Want more?" He shakes his head.

Shouta lays back, looking at me, and I can see he's tired. I decide to go on the opposite side, so we face each other while we are sitting up with our feet touching, though I have to give the man more room because he's fucking tall. Finally, he speaks, and I can hear the serious tone in his voice.

"Izuku, I don't know where to start because so much has happened today."

"I'm going to guess that it has something to do with what I said on the bus, and what happened at the USJ?"

"Yeah, I guess I am going to do this chronologically then. The bus ride...it's sad that this is the tip of the iceberg. Izuku, you can't say shit like that about yourself. You can't say you're going to commit suicide to prove something. Speaking of which, did Bakugo really tell you to do that? Was he your bully over the years that you talked about?"

"Yes." No use lying about it.

"The teachers did nothing about it?"

"Why would they help a quirkless person?"

"Damn it, kid! Snap out of that for a moment. All that means is I need to talk to Bakugo about this."

"Good luck."

"I can expel him if I have to. We will talk more about that later. Right now, the USJ...you shouldn't have risked yourself like that, nor should you have had to kill someone. I'm sorry that all happened. I was just watching, and I felt horrible. What I am asking is, are you okay?" I'm starting to hate that question.

"I was in a psychopath mode at that point. I was worried about you, Shouta. Yes, I have that emotion. Anyway, I didn't plan on killing the creature, but I know I had to, and I don't regret that."

"Izuku..."

"What? I stabbed someone in the head and electrocuted them to death, so? The only thing I was worried about is viewpoints, and I can only hope people realize I did it to maximize lives walking out." I'll be honest; I'm trying to joke about this because if I remain serious, I'm going to fuck myself over.

"Izuku, it's bothering you."

"Maybe a little because of the blood. Not the cleanest thing, you know? However, I have to continue moving forward; Otherwise, I might as well jump now." At first, there is silence until Shouta sits up, crawls over to me, hugs me tightly, and lays down beside me. Welp, we know who's gay now, and it isn't me, "Um, need me to call Hizashi? I am not your cuddler."

"Can you shut the fuck up about Hizashi?"

"I already know you have a crush on him."

"Izuku, this is for both of us. Healthy attention, not beating each other up." He readjusts, so I'm against his chest. I secretly don't mind cuddling, but I shall remain stubborn!

"Um, that is our relationship. You beat me up, and I'm the annoying little brother."

"I thought I was Dadzawa?"

"You over-complicate things. . . Dadzawa."

"You're a brat. You know that?"

"I'm here with a reason!"

"With you being mentally insane? Yes."

"I can't help but wonder sometimes."

"I thought you could only wonder about ways of torturing the world."

"I'm included in that world, Shouta." There is silence for a while with awkward cuddling, but it works until Shouta decided to bring something else up with that smart-ass grin on his face.

"I heard you were awfully protective of me." Fuck no. He can jump into the ocean after that. I try to get up, but I feel arms forcing me back down against him.

"Shut up. Also, we have a weird-ass relationship."

"We both know this. Go to sleep, cat."

"CAT?! I FEEL INSULTED!" I get knocked upside the head.

"And I thought Hizashi was going to make me lose my hearing."

"I take full honors." I hear a sigh. He is quite literally treating me like a cat. I should make this man a robot cat. After that, we remain quiet, and I swallow my pride temporarily

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Somehow, we ended up falling asleep against each other, and it's flipping weird. For Shouta, maybe not because the man could probably sleep in a trashcan. Oh wait, he did before I cleaned the place up. For someone like me? I rarely sleep in the first place. If I am asleep, it's generally for like an hour or two at two o'clock in the morning. Then, I wake up and work on some projects. It doesn't help that a lot of the time, I can be awakened with small things like a change of lighting or a minuscule sound. Well, unless I'm drunk, but we won't bring that up. I slept for fucking four hours! That's a world record for me! Now, you may be wondering why I'm up at midnight. Well, let me give you a summary.

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW! INTRUDER ALERT! MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!

Shouta and I shot up immediately to find Hizashi and Nemuri at the door with my robot cat (dog) robot meowing at them with lasers aimed at them.

"SPARKY, STAND DOWN!" I yell the command. The cat (dog) quiets down and comes over to sit next to me, wagging its tail like a dog. Let me introduce you to Sparky!

Sparky is the robot cat (dog)...shit; I am tired of having to say that. It was a dog, but I put cat ears on it and a meowing system instead of a barking system for Shouta's sake. It still looks like a bloody dog, so I have to fix that eventually. That cat is basically an alarm system for the house. Thinking about it, Shouta doesn't know about it...oops. I put a metal ring around the door along with the windows that can detect people. Then, it sends it to Sparky to decide whether to attack or not. I already have Shouta and myself in the system, so we have no worries. We don't have Nemuri and Hizashi in... don't worry, they are now! I can hear Shouta sighing beside me.

"What are you two doing here at this time?" Shouta asks grumpily.

"We didn't get a text from Izuku. We became worried and went to UA. We saw nobody was there, so we came here!" Hizashi exclaims.

"A more important question is, what are you two doing sitting on a couch at midnight? You two happen to be close ." Nemuri states. Shit. Shouta and I are sitting right next to each other. Don't worry; I have a solution to everything! I elbow him in the stomach and run off into my room, the dog following in as I lock the door.

"IZUKU!" Welp, I pissed him off, but I did the cover-up. Then, this psychopath starts banging on my door, "LET ME IN, YOU'RE IN TROUBLE!" I don't think I've ever gotten him this angry before. I don't know why, though. However, the problem is that we are in an apartment. That means there is no window in my room to climb out of. Robot cat is screwed because I crawled under the bed, and I told it to take the closet. The robot will probably be found first.

Too bad, there is a key to my room. Shouta breaks in, growling like a feral cat.

"Izuku, get out here now!" I can hear Nemuri and Hizashi laughing at the show. Fuck them. He then starts snooping around the room, though there isn't much to find. It's not like I do drugs or anything in here. The worst he's going to see is weapon plans.

"Come on; the kid has to have something bad in here like a diary or something," Nemuri suggests, going through my dresser drawers based on the sound. Nice try. If I wrote down my thoughts, I would be in jail right now. I'm surprised they haven't looked under the bed. I guess it was almost impossible for me to be here because I feel the railing on my head and something stabbing my back, but oh well! Survival! I'm glad I cleaned it recently!

"You sure he hasn't made a teleportation device yet?" Hizashi asks.

"If he did, he would be teleporting all over the place and causing trouble. It's impressive he remained quiet this long." Shouta states. Have you checked under the bed yet? "Have either of you checked the closet yet?"

"Nope." The two idiots state. As he goes through the closet, Nemuri jumps to lay on the bed.

I scream like a fucking girl in agony. That metal piece in my back just cut me, and the smell of blood hits my nostrils. I cover my mouth as I try to get out only for the weight to still be there.

"Nemuri, get off! Izuku got himself under the bed somehow!" Shouta demands harshly. The weight is gone. Not wasting time, I force my way out of there, get up, and zoom to the bathroom. I don't bother to breathe. I really don't want to smell that after today. It just makes me sick, causing me to panic more. We don't need that right now. The moment I get in the bathroom, I remove my shirt, not bothering to look as I throw it in the laundry basket.

I need to calm down — blood to going to be a common thing in my career. I need to get over this before it gets too far. I take a deep breath, smelling the metallic once more, but I focus on my breathing.

In and out. You got this. Just pretend you're a vampire or something else ridiculous, you psychopath.

I hear someone walking behind me, causing me to look up to see Shouta at the doorway with a grim look. Sighing, he walks in and grabs the medical kit before starting to wrap it.

"What happened?" He asks as he focuses.

"Your bedframe stabbed me."

"We both know that isn't what I was asking for."

"I smelled the blood, and it caused me to freak out. Sorry about that."

"That's expected. Are you fine now?"

"I still hate the smell because I ain't Edward, but as long as I am calm, I'm fine." He hums. As Shouta works, Hizashi and Nemuri enter, flinching at the wound I can't see. However, something else catches his eye as he walks over and feels my shoulder. I bite my tongue as I stiffen up, "Um, excuse me, but I am self-conscious!"

"With all the shit you do, I'm surprised," Shouta adds to be a jerk.

"Stop arguing for a moment. Izuku, what's with this mark on your shoulder? All over your back." Hizashi takes over.

"What mark?" I have to reach over before feeling patchy skin that's all over my back. However, the most obvious is the shoulder, "Oh, that's from Bakugo when he was first learning to use his quirk, the dipwad. We fought a lot. He has a few marks from me zapping him to get him off me."

"Hold up, how long have you two known each other?"

"Since the second one popped out of our mother's womb. Our mothers are besties...somehow."

"Too much information," Shouta growls at me.

"Which part?"

"The first. The second part is interesting."

"Drama queen much? I see it."

"You should be wrapped up. Now, bedtime, kids."

"WE ARE NOT KIDS, BITCH!"

"Yeah, what he said!" Hizashi and Nemuri chime in.

"You act like it. Especially after that stupid stunt you three did."

"At least you know your future husband has a good singing voice?"

"What?"

"Good night!" I head to the room and start looking over weapon plans. I can hear Shouta wrangling the other two to sleep on the couch.