Chapter 56

Kirishima looked like he was about to lunge at me. "But why for someone like Midoriya?!" "Excuse you?!" I slammed my hands onto the table. "Someone like-" In the middle of my sentence, I decided my rage was wasted on Kirishima. I exhaled heavily and sat down again. My voice was calm and cold to no end when I spoke again.

"Let's settle something, Mr. What-even-is-privacy. We're still in my territory and I only allowed you here to satisfy your curiosity, so you can get the fuck out of my life. If you keep insulting my love and life and everything to it, I will kick you out face first. Now watch what you spew at me."

Kirishima lowered his eyes at my words. "… I mean, I'm sorry for offending you, but exactly why did you fall in love with someone who hurts you? May it be physically or not, Midoriya is abusing you. You. You never let anyone even get close to hurting you, but now…"

"Ever considered that I like that?" "What?!" Kirishima stared at me wide-eyed. It was almost funny. Almost. I shook my head. "I don't, for recording. It's not fun to be treated like an animal. But I just got used to it. And I won't let something like a few insults get between me and Deku. He's more important to me than I am."

Kirishima's shocked face lasted for a few seconds, then he smiled sadly. "It must be great being loved by you." "Yeah, and now get out." He immediately stood up and went to the door, then he turned around another time. "Bakugou… Do you hate me now?"

I averted my eyes from me. "I couldn't. But I never want anything to do with you again. When we've graduated, never fucking contact me again. EVER." Kirishima nodded lightly, then he left the kitchen. A few seconds later, I heard the front door shutting and everything was quiet again.

Too quiet. I wanted Deku here with me. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, hear his voice. Instead, I went up to my room and first thing hid his knife. It was the only evidence that Deku had actually cut me up. My scars could come from anything.

Then I dropped onto my bed, which still smelled like him from the last time we had sex, and slept into the day sealing my fate.

My parents woke me up the next day. They had come back in a rush, since the police had contacted them, and wanted to be filled in with everything. I told them mostly the same thing as Kirishima, leaving them stunned.

My mother stared at me with a disillusioned expression. "So you're telling us you bullied Izuku? And it's your fault he ran away? And he went bonkers over all of that?! Are you sure you're not lying to me?" I nodded. "Absolutely. You haven't seen Deku yet. You haven't heard him. He'd tell you the same."

She exchanged a glare with my father. "Then… what's with the things the police told us? That he hurt you and stuff?" My expression dropped. "All I'm saying is that they're wrong. Kirishima and my other so-called friends made that up. Apparently, I can't change anyone's mind." I would stick to my story by all means. Even if it meant to lie to my parents.

My father chimed in. "Katsuki… Please show us what your friends referred to when they called the police on Izuku." I didn't react for a moment, but Dads' pleading glare eventually made me give in. I turned around, took my shirt off and braced myself for the reaction. All that came was a gasp from my mother.

"Those are six… with the ones on your shoulder…" Dad's voice was shaky. Right, I had forgotten Deku had added a couple more. I put my shirt back on and sat down again. To find my mother exploding with anger. "With what you said… And that stuff… I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU TELL US, IZUKU FUCKING CUT YOU UP!"

My father put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, but she shook it off. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US ANYTHING?! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?! DO YOU WANT TO BE KILLED BY THE PSYCHOPATH IZUKU APPARENTLY TURNED INTO?!" Tears of anger were running down my mother's cheeks.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't like to lie to my parents, to upset them or anything. I felt sorry for what they had to go through now. But I didn't blame it on Deku. I blamed it on Kirishima. My parents would've never known and could've lived peacefully, but NO, Kirishima had to go and make a fuzz. Asshole.

But I still wouldn't tell anyone the truth. My parents were staring me as if they awaited me to blurt out every detail, but they could wait long. "I have a right not to say anything." "BUT WHY?! Katsuki, what the fuck is going on in your head?! If it wasn't Izuku who hurt you, then who?! And if he did it, why don't you want him to get the punishment he deserves?!"

Moms' voice was desperate. It physically hurt seeing her like that, but I pushed the pricking feeling in my chest aside. "You go on, believe Kirishima, press charges against Deku, whatever makes you happy. But I won't say anything." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and avoided my parents' eyes.

My mother was about to scream at me again, but my father held her back. "It's no use, Honey. You know Katsuki will only get more stubborn the more you pressure him." Then he turned to me. "If you change your mind, you can always talk to us. I will sort the rest out with the police."

I nodded lightly, then I went to my room. I knew they'd get enough evidence together to lock Deku up, so I had to make a version up where everything they knew fit into a more innocent story.

No matter if I had to give my pride up, I'd find a way to get Deku out of this. I would lie to everyone.

-/-

Someone rang the doorbell of the small apartment.

Inko opened the door and found two officers standing in front of it. "Yes? How can I help you?" One of them shifted his weight to the other foot, visibly uncomfortable. "It's about your son, Izuku Midoriya." Inko's eyes lost all their happiness. "What is it about him?" The other officer gave her a stiff smile. "He has been found."

A quarter of an hour later, Inko entered the police station. One of the officers led her to the cell. Once Inko lifted her head, she spotted someone sitting on the plank-bed in the back of it. Then the someone turned his head to her and Inko's bright green eyes met hues of once the same color.

"Hey Mom."