Just a little warning, there's some sh elements in this chapter. 

Other than the burning, visceral need to get my hands on a mind-altering substance, the morning was disgustingly normal. My temper was short and snappy, but all three of my boyfriends seemed to have collectively agreed to ignore it. It just made me even more mad. 

It was around four in the afternoon at the time. Hitoshi and I were playing a very heated game of go-fish (me being pissed off was the only thing that made it heated) on the floor, and Eijirou was sitting next to me, his chin on my shoulder as he watched the game unfold. Katsuki was up on my bed, his phone in hand. 

"I will murder you and everyone you love," I seethed as Hitoshi got another pair and was left with only one card in his hands. 

He rolled his eyes at me, a proud smile on his lips. "A short list and you're number one, love." 

"All the more reason," I said with my own sarcastic smile. 

Eijirou's head thudded against my own, just enough to be annoying. "None of that self-deprecating shit." 

I pushed him off me with one hand, my teeth gritted as I looked over the rest of my cards. "Don't tell me what to do." 

Katsuki spoke up and stopped our spat, which I thought was incredibly ironic, seeing as he was the one who usually started the fights. "As much fun as it is to watch you two try to get him to play nice, the other idiots want to come over," he drawled lazily, trying to pretend like he wasn't paying close attention to our every interaction. 

"No," I said simply. "Got any queens?" 

"Darlin'," Eijirou sighed tiredly, he tried to put his chin back on my shoulder, but I slipped away from him. 

"I don't even want to see you three, why would I want to see anyone else?" I snapped. My eyes flashed to Hitoshi, a clear message to continue the game or die by my hands. 

"Go fish," he mumbled. 

I threw my cards, officially fed up with the stupid fucking game. 

"God damn it," Hitoshi hissed, a hand over his eye. "You hit me in the fucking eye." 

"Good." 

"They'll be here in fifteen," Katsuki called, still showing no sign of interest. 

My burning glare turned to the blond in a flash. "No, the fuck they won't!" 

Katsuki dragged his eyes from his phone screen dramatically, as if the action was taxing for him. "You try telling Pinkie and her girlfriend that." 

My teeth clenched upon realizing that he had a point. I knew both of those girls and neither would back off. Instead of bitching and moaning about it, I jumped to my feet and stomped to Hitoshi's side of the room, starting to rummage through his stuff. 

"What the hell, Iz?" the insomniac asked, pulling himself to his feet. 

I found his bag, unzipped it, and spilled the contents all over the floor. It was quickly ripped from my hands by an agitated Hitoshi. "Why are you ruining my shit? I didn't even do anything!" 

I didn't answer him, my eyes zeroing in on my prize that had fallen from the bag and lay on the floor. I quickly grabbed the box of cigarettes and went to the window. If they wouldn't let me snort coke, nicotine was the compromise they'd have to deal with. 

"No," Hitoshi said, grabbing the box from my hands before I made it to my destination. 

"Hitoshi Shinsou," I said in a deadly calm voice, completely fed up with his bullshit. "Give them back right now or lose a finger." 

"Just give him a fucking cigarette," Katsuki called from the bed, moving his hands to rest behind his head as his eyes drifted closed. I had the unexplainable urge to punch him in the gut. 

"No," Hitoshi repeated, throwing an annoyed look over his shoulder that the blond didn't even see. "He's in detox. He doesn't get anything." 

I crossed my arms over my chest, my nostrils flaring from the anger I was actually trying to keep in check. I hadn't swung at him yet, so I counted that as a win. "I should have never started dating you again." 

Okay, so maybe it wasn't a win. The punch probably would have hurt less. 

Hitoshi's gaze hardened, his jaw clenching. He was waiting for me to apologize or take it back, but I was livid. I didn't care what I had to say or do to get that box back. I held his stare, not backing down. 

"Fine." 

The cigarettes were thrown at me, I just barely managed to catch them before they fell to the floor for a second time. He turned on his heels and went to his bed, pouting there. I didn't give a fuck, the sweet release of a nicotine buzz was the only thought on my mind. 

I scrambled to the window, pushing it open, and was thrilled to find my lighter already waiting for me on the sill. I lit up and took a deep inhale, letting my head rest on my arm after I exhaled. "Fuck," I whispered as everything started to tingle. It wasn't coke, but it would do for now. 

I lifted my head back up once the buzz subsided a bit, taking another hit and being rewarded with the same feeling. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing that Eijirou was frowning at Hitoshi. 

"I've said worse to him, he'll be fine," I stated, turning my eyes back to the window. 

It was the truth. I was angry and spiteful every time he forced me through this and I had a loud mouth. I've told him I hated him, that he was a horrible person, that I wished we had never met, called him every horrible name in the book, just about every shitty thing a person could say, I had said it to Hitoshi. Yet he still went through with detox, every time without fail. I often wondered if he was a masochist at heart. 

"Doesn't mean it hurts any less." To my absolute astonishment, it was Katsuki who spoke. 

I scoffed, taking another drag as a way to reel myself in. Even I knew I was getting out of hand. When all of it was over, I knew I'd regret everything I had done and said. "Careful Kacchan, someone might think you actually care about him." 

Okay, okay, taking another hit hadn't helped. Fuck. 

"Why are you so angry, Iz?" Eijirou asked. His voice wasn't the same gentle lull I had grown used to, it held a little bit of edge to it. I guess even the most patient person in the room was running out of rope. 

I studied the cigarette in my hand, or more accurately, the burning tip of it. The red started to slowly crawl toward my fingers, leaving nothing but dull ash in its wake. I flicked it and watched as the embers fell to the window sill, dead and gone. 

"You flushed my coke, why wouldn't I be angry?" I asked back, brushing the ash away. 

"Try again." 

I scowled, my back straightening. "We're not having this conversation." 

"I think we are." 

Waste of space, junkie, whore. 

My eyes clenched shut as my father's words rang through my mind, broadcasting themselves loud and clear. There was no escaping them, not this time. The boys had destroyed everything that would have offered me an out. 

My head dropped into my free hand. I gripped at my bangs, tugging them a little too harshly. It stung, but I felt like I could think again. "No, we're not," I muttered, not sure if he could even hear me. 

"We have to eventually." 

My hand dropped from my hair, landing on the sill just below my head. I snuffed out my cigarette, sucking in a breath through my teeth. My rage calmed a fraction as I flicked the filter out my window, turning to lean my back against the wall below it. 

"Eventually isn't now," I said to the redhead, who seemed a little surprised I was actually meeting his eyes. 

Whatever daze I'd struck him with, was over too soon. "But it should be," he urged, shifting ever so slightly closer to me. 

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself to my feet. "Shut up," I mumbled as I went over to Hitoshi's bed and collapsed on top of him. "I'm sorry." It was a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. 

His arms wrapped around me, hauling me up to meet him face-to-face. "You need to stop lashing out," he stated, staring me dead in the eyes. "You know it isn't going to work and you're just gonna hate yourself for it later." 

"I know," I said, my voice no louder than my apology had been. "I didn't mean it, I was just pissed." 

"About what?" 

I let my head fall against his shoulder, not being able to look him in the eye any longer. "Go fish." 

I let myself crack a small smile as he laughed at the answer. "I'm being so fucking serious though," I admitted, letting my arms move around his neck. "That is literally what I was mad about." 

"Your temper rivals Kats," Eijirou teased, the tense moment had apparently passed. 

Eventually wasn't now. 

Speaking of Kats, I thought. I pulled myself from Hitoshi's hold, much to his disappointment, and made my way over to my bed. I fell on top of the blond with a huff from each of us. 

"Yes?" he asked, his red eyes alight with amusement as I now laid on him. 

I rested my head on his chest, talking was easier when I wasn't looking them in the eyes. "I'm sorry I bit you." 

"It's fine," he said, brushing off my apology. "It was just payback. You're fine." 

"Payback for what?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion, even if he couldn't see me.

His hand absently drifted to the hair at the back of my head, being careful of the sensitive spots. "Every time I kicked you out." 

"We're even then," I hummed, letting myself relax into his hold. I hadn't slept since being back, but fuck, Katsuki made it really hard to stay awake. 

"Guess we are, angel." 

Some long-forgotten part of myself thought, new nickname unlocked!

The rest of me, was bone-tired, melting into him. I was quickly being lulled to sleep under his hand, to the sound of his heartbeat. 

I drifted off without any of them noticing the small burn on my wrist. 

Did you... did you seriously think the angst was over? HA, I lulled you into a false sense of security!

Btw, Izuku's addiction and depression isn't even the final arc. There's more angst after this.