"You're not going into the bathroom with me," I deadpanned to Katsuki as he refused to let me close the door. It was about an hour after my shower (Hitoshi said there were no serious bald spots, I had managed to pull out a few strands from all over my head), and the crawling sensation on my arms was getting almost unbearable. I was going to scratch them to ribbons soon if I didn't get another hit. 

Unfortunately, no one wanted to trust me behind a closed door anymore. Much later, I would thank them for the concern, but at the time it just made me resent all three of them. The only thing I could think about was getting another fix, my boyfriends and their worries weren't even on my radar. 

"I'm not letting you out of my sight," Katsuki said, leaning against the doorframe to prevent me from shutting him out. 

I couldn't bother to glare at him, my dead expression back and not leaving until I got my hands on my abandoned jeans. "You're not helping." 

"I'm not trying to help," he stated, not backing down. He looked almost as blank as I did, guess he was over his fear already. Whatever. "I'm trying to prevent you from hurting yourself. Helping is eye bags and Ei's department." 

"At this rate, I'll end up hating you," I said back, my right hand moving to scratch at my left wrist without my knowledge. 

He seemed to think over my words for a moment but settled on a shrug. "At least you'll be okay." 

I finally noticed my scratching, immediately crossing my arms instead. My hands were caged between my biceps and my ribcage, unable to itch at anything. I was starting to get desperate. "Just give me two minutes, set a timer on your phone or something," I suggested, barely able to restrain myself from attacking my neck with my nails. The prickling sensation was traveling all over my body and making it hard to concentrate on the conversation. "I can't do anything in two minutes other than piss." 

"No." 

Eijirou, who I hadn't even realized had followed us out into the hall, grabbed his wrist. "Kats, just give him two minutes. You know he hates hovering." 

I decided I hated him the least out of all three of my boyfriends. 

"Fine," the blond said suddenly, pulling his wrist from Eijirou's grasp. "You deal with it then." He pushed himself off the doorframe and stomped back to my room. I watched his back as he disappeared, completely unfazed by the outburst. 

Eijirou sighed, turning back to me. "Two minutes, Iz." 

I didn't reply, just shut the door. As soon as it closed, I dropped to my knees, scrambling for my discarded jeans. I was so frantic in my movements, that it took a solid thirty seconds to locate my baggie of coke, which meant I was running out of time. 

I took a breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart as I opened the bag and repeated what I had done an hour before. The buzz hit and suddenly I didn't feel like I was dying anymore, my thoughts organizing themselves. 

Once my hands were clear of evidence and the bag was securely in the pocket of my sweatpants, I flushed the toilet. I wasn't a complete idiot every time I got high, I knew I still had to pretend I had gone to the bathroom. I opened the door just as Eijirou's timer went off. 

"Punctual," the redhead teased with a small smile. 

My energy was back, cranked all the way to max. It took everything in me to not bounce on my toes in front of him. "Mhm," I hummed, because that was something I'd do sober, right? For sure. 

"You hungry?" he asked hopefully as we headed back to my room. 

"Nope," I replied, making a beeline for my bed. I kneeled at the edge, letting my upper body hang off the mattress as I searched under it. Where is it? I know it's down here, I put it here. Where, where, where? Oh, found it! 

My fingers traced over the edge of the book I was looking for, grabbing onto it and hoisting it onto my bed in front of me. It was a thick book I had gotten months ago but hadn't read yet. The synopsis hadn't overly interested me, but the cover was pretty, so I'd gotten it anyway. I felt like reading it now. 

"Um, whatcha doing, Iz?" Hitoshi asked from beside me as I flipped it open and started on the first page. 

"Reading, what's it look like?" I mumbled, only half paying attention as I glossed over the words. There were way more than there really needed to be, so I was skipping over the unimportant ones. I flipped to the second page. 

"At least he's not blankly staring at a wall?" Eijirou's hushed voice didn't even register in my brain. I was fully focused on the book in front of me. I flipped the page. 

"He's read four pages in thirty seconds." I think it was Katsuki who spoke next, but I wasn't sure, I was moving on to the next two pages. "Six, actually." 

"Iz?" 

I hummed in response to Hitoshi, not moving my eyes from the book in front of me. Flip. 

"You actually reading any of the words in front of you?" 

"I'm skimming, too many useless words," I answered honestly. He doesn't know I'm high, I skim through books all the time. This isn't weird or out of character. He doesn't know. It's fine. 

"Izuku." Hitoshi's voice had raised, making me jump in surprise. I looked over at him with wide eyes. He hadn't yelled, but he hadn't been that loud all day. He wore a soft smile, leaning back against the wall my bed was pushed against. He wasn't mad, so he hadn't figured it out. It was still fine. 

"C'mere, love," he instructed, his voice once against back to his gentle tone. One hand beckoned me toward him and I couldn't think of a good reason to ignore it. I was in his lap in a second, his arms wrapping around me. "What's the book about?" he asked simply. 

"Oh," I said, momentarily forgetting the fact I had been reading a book at all. "Well, I'm only a few pages in, but it's about this guy who's looking for something, but we don't know what yet. It's really just been page after page about him bitching about whatever the hell he lost." 

I had been so wrapped up in trying to remember what I had just read, that I didn't notice his hands move from my hips to my pockets. I was clueless until he held my bag of coke up and tossed it to Eijirou. 

"Flush it," he commanded, his voice gaining a hard edge as his hands clamped down on my hips and refused to let me move. 

"Wait! Don't, please," I cried, lunging after the redhead as he rushed out of the room. I didn't get far, Hitoshi's grip was unforgiving. I squirmed in the hold, kicking my legs like a trapped animal, not caring if I hurt him in the process. "Don't! Eijirou, please!" I was screaming at that point, my shrieks bouncing off of the walls in the room. 

Just as I successfully managed to kick Hitoshi off, I was wrapped up in Katsuki's arms. I was lifted clear off the bed, left to dangle in the air as I fought with everything I had to escape. It wasn't much, seeing as I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything, but my adrenaline had kicked in. I was a cornered animal, ready to bite and tear my way to freedom.

So, that's what I did. My screams cut off as I latched my teeth around Katsuki's arm as hard as I could manage. 

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, pain leaking into his shout. He didn't let go of me, just tightened his hold. "Knock it off, Izuku." 

I clamped down tighter. I had to have broken skin, the taste of iron touching my tongue, but I didn't care. He finally dropped me. 

"Holy shit," I heard Hitoshi breathe, but it sounded distant to my ears. All I cared about was making it to the bathroom. 

I ran at the door, slamming face-first into Eijirou's chest as he reentered my room. His arms were wrapped around me in seconds, holding my own tightly against my body. "Let me go, let me go, let me go!" I shrieked, thrashing wildly in his grip. 

"Watch his teeth," Katsuki hissed from behind me. My screaming hadn't stopped and I had the faint thought of how the hell they managed to hear each other over me. 

I was promptly flipped around, my back pressed to Eijirou's chest, his arms wrapped low enough for me to have no access to them. "I hate you!" I screamed, throwing my head back against him, but it didn't even bother him. "I hate all of you. Go to hell!" 

"Iz, calm down," Eijirou said in a rushed and panicked voice. 

I didn't listen, my struggle only increasing as I tried to fight my way out of it. 

"Calm the fuck down!" he shouted, making me freeze in his arms. Eijirou never yelled at me. "Thank you," he said in a normal tone again, releasing a breath. 

Hitoshi now stood next to Katsuki, staring at me with wide eyes. The blond's gaze wasn't pointed at me though, his was locked onto his forearm. He had one hand pressed against the wound, but I could see the blood spilling from his hold in a slow trail. 

"What the hell happened to your arm?" Eijirou asked, his worry almost making him drop me from his hold. Almost. 

"He fucking bit me," Katsuki hissed, finally meeting my wide and crazed eyes. 

I rubbed my mouth against my shoulder, noticing some of his blood now stained my shirt. I didn't look back up. 

This is so much fun omg.