//Still in high school, and not dating. May or may not reply to comments.

//TW, abuse. Past and present abuse, from his Father and Natsuo

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It was early, too early, in the morning, when Shouto stumbled back to his dorm room. It was mostly his face that was injured, but he definitely was bruised and beaten in other places. He was sore, though not sore enough he couldn't function.

He definitely had more than a couple bone bruises. He could feel it, and he would be feeling those for the next following weeks. Those don't disappear after just a couple days.

He had gotten smacked around, literally, earlier, and he painfully walked to school. He took care of the cuts on his face, though there was nothing he could do about the abrasions.
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Later that morning, he put some fresh bandaids on, then got dressed and started his day. He got more than a couple stares, though he didn't care. A couple teachers asked where he'd gotten injured, but he assured them it was a sparring incident.

It definitely was not, but they believed it.
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After school was over, classes were done, and it was free time, Shouto was intent on going to his dorm.

However, that would have to wait, seeing as someone behind him had grabbed his jacket sleeve, and was tugging them towards an empty hallway.

"I gotta fuckin' talk to you, you bastard."

Ah. Bakugou. Of course.

"Oh, how I do love our talks." Shouto said, his tone monotone though noticeably sarcastic. He yanked his sleeve away from Katsuki, though turned to face the other.

Katsuki looked angry. Angrier than usual.

"Alright, IcyHot. Spill it."

'Spill it'?

".. What?" Shouto frowned.

Katsuki was still glaring, as he crossed his arms.

"This is the fourth time in the last few fuckin' weeks, that you've come to school all roughed up like this," He gestured vaguely to Shouto. "Bullshit. You're an asshole, bastard, dick, self-entitled brat-"

Shouto rolled his eyes, turning to walk away.

"But you're a strong bastard, that could definitely handle a small fuckin' fight like the ones that you have those injuries from." Katsuki's tone was still angry and aggravated, but his words were almost.. almost caring.

"So who the Hell are you letting beat you up."

"Careful, I may start thinking you care." Shouto snapped.

"Who are you letting beat you up, IcyHot." Katsuki said again, his tone deep and serious. He looked at Shouto in such a way that, despite being the taller of the two, made Shouto feel small.

Shouto swallowed.

Should he say?