Hello friends! I'm suffering major writer's block with this story, but, I'm going to do my best!

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Because I Fought You

Chapter 17

"Come in…" Kirishima called after hearing a knock on his door. He didn't immediately turn to see who it was though, too busy struggling through ideas for new signature moves to really care. He stuck the end of his pencil in his mouth, chewing on it as he attempted to focus.

"I brought the shit you left at my place."

Eijiro's sharp teeth snapped through the wood easily as he whipped around, shocked to see Bakugo standing awkwardly in his doorway with a large, neatly packed box.

"Ah? Are you trying to choke to death?" Katsuki snapped, stomping over and holding his hand out beneath the redhead's chin. "Well? Fucking spit it out already shitty-hair."

Kirishima did as he was told, using his tongue to push the part he'd bitten off onto Bakugo's waiting palm since he couldn't get it to form words. His whole mouth had gone completely dry, eyes burning as he tried to control the urge to cry. "Uh… set it anywhere…" he finally mumbled, turning back in his chair to continue writing.

The blonde threw away the chewed eraser and set down the box in Eijiro's closet, covertly taking a deep breath in through his nose so that he could suck in his now ex-lovers sweet scent. The tension in the air was thick, the room far too quiet to be Kirishima's. Bakugo wasn't sure he'd ever been around the boy before without getting an overly-friendly greeting.

He glanced around the room, seeing it for the first time since he'd refused to go along with the dorm contest. The blonde felt his heart thump erratically in his chest, eyes searching for any of the things he'd given Eijiro or 'accidentally left' at his place, but there were none.

"Is there something else?" Kirishima asked quietly, refusing to look back at the explosive teen.

Katsuki felt his ears burn slightly in embarrassment, his voice coming out gruff. "Just double checking you don't still have any of my stuff…"

The redhead's shoulders seemed to slouch a little farther, his writing becoming darker as he pressed his pencil too hard against the paper. "You told me to throw it out."

Bakugo 'tsked', but it was weak and breathy. He hadn't actually believed that Eijiro would do it… much less within a day of being broken up with. The redhead was sentimental and mushy to his very core; it didn't make sense for him to have moved on that quickly.

"Right," Bakugo grunted, doing his best not to fidget.

A few more long, tense minutes stretched between them as Kirishima continued to sloppily write half-assed move ideas while Bakugo stared at his back. Eventually, though, the redhead huffed and threw his broken pencil down, twisting in his chair to glare back at his ex.

"I'm trying to do work, Bakugo. What do you want?" He snapped.

The blonde's awkwardness immediately shifted to anger, his hands clenching as they began smoking. "What did you just call me?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes. He stomped up to the boy's chair and grabbed his collar, yanking him to his feet.

"I called you by your name, Ba-ku-go," Kirishima stated, glaring back just as hard. He knew that using the boy's last name would get to him; he hadn't done that in private since before they started dating.

"Eijiro…" Katsuki growled lowly, dragging him closer so that he could get right in his face. He didn't need to say anything else, the smug look Kirishima was giving him said it all. His hands crackled ominously near the boy's throat, showing just how much their minimal conversation had gotten to him.

The redhead scoffed half-heartedly, using his own hardened hands to pry Bakugo off of him before shoving him away. "Just leave."

"Listen you shitty-haired—"

"No!" Kirishima shouted, tears finally springing into his eyes. "I want you to get out of here right now, Katsu!"

The blonde felt his throat clamp shut, his teeth grinding together as he fought with himself. His first instinct was to pull the boy he loved into his arms and kiss away the very obvious distress he was in but instead he growled and stomped away, slamming the door behind him.

He stood outside for just a moment, his feet refusing to take him another step away from Kirishima. He heard the barest hint of muffled crying, painful explosions popping in his chest right after. Katsuki turned and gripped the door handle, pausing once more. He rested his forehead against the wood, the sad sounding sniffles grating his nerves as they ricocheted around in his ears.

"Don't do it. Walk away." He thought, the surge of discomfort in his heart only growing as he forced himself to go back to his own room.

~Time-Skip: Next Night~

Midoriya tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep as his mind kept spinning. Yet another day of training had gone by and again, he hadn't been able to come up with a signature move that would improve his chances of getting a provisional license.

What made it all worse was that he was concerned for his friends and still desperate for Shoto's attention. It wasn't like anything had really changed in the two days since they'd decided to date in secret, but, he didn't realize how hard it would be to weigh every action he made in Todoroki's presence to ensure it wasn't too obvious.

Izuku slapped both hands to his cheeks, dragging them down slowly with frustration. "If you don't sleep you won't be able to think properly" he groaned to himself, voicing the same thought that had been plaguing him for what seemed like hours.

He sighed heavily and drug himself from his covers, slipping out on to his balcony so that he could jump to Todoroki's without anybody knowing.

"Shoto…" he whispered, knocking lightly on the door.

His distress started dissipating almost immediately when he heard the boy's soft footsteps coming over, almost leaving him entirely when Todoroki let him in with a soft smile.

"You should be asleep, Izuku…" the dual user scolded lightly, taking his hand and leading him over to his bed.

Midoriya blushed, realizing he'd probably woken his boyfriend up from his own attempts at rest. He crawled in beside Todoroki sheepishly, snuggling into his warm left side like a little bunny. How could one person be so incredibly fit and firm yet soft and comfortable at the same time?

Shoto chuckled a little, wrapping his arm around Izuku and petting him gently. "You're adorable when you don't realize you're mumbling."

Izuku almost died of embarrassment on the spot, hiding his face in Todoroki's strong chest to try and pretend he hadn't just said that aloud. It didn't help of course, Shoto just rolled to his side and fully entrapped him in his arms, cooing into his hair about how cute his flustered-ness was.

The dual user nuzzled the soft curls until Izuku dared to peak up at him, his cheeks still glaringly rosy with pouty lips just begging to be kissed. He leaned down a little farther to do just that, his thumb rubbing along the edge of Midoriya's soft jaw slowly.

"Stay here with me tonight…" He breathed once they parted.

Izuku fluttered his eyelashes, staring deeply into Todoroki's heterochromatic eyes in the dim light. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful Shoto was, especially when all of his walls were down and he could finally be himself.

"What if we get caught?" he asked, his nervous personality tugging in the back of his mind. He didn't really care if Aizawa found out since he'd likely just make them do extra chores or exercise, but, he wasn't entirely sure that their parents wouldn't be told.

Todoroki, however, didn't seem deterred. "I wake up early anyway; you can just back to your room before anyone else gets up. If we do get caught we can just tell the truth."

"What? No, we can't! Shoto your father would find out—"

"I meant that you were struggling with what to do for a signature move and came over to my room for advice and to get your mind off of it. That's true isn't it?" Todoroki interrupted, nudging the boy's nose with his own playfully.

Izuku grinned and gave the dual user a half-hearted scolding look, giggling when Shoto started pecking him all over his face. "Alright I'll stay!" he conceited, capturing the boy's lips with his own once more.

Todoroki drank in everything about Izuku and there little moments again just as he had the night he'd turned him away at the training camp. Even though he was young he was all too familiar with how easy it was to lose those closest to him.

"I love you so much, Izuku" he whispered, his heart fluttering just from the freedom to say what he'd been feeling for so long.

Midoriya kissed at the boy's sternum, completely comfortable and finally ready for sleep to come and take him. "I love you too, Shoto. And when I said I'd stay… I meant forever you know."

Endeavor paced back and forth in the dim light of his office, growling to himself every so many steps. When the Bakugo rescue mission had ended with All Might's retirement, he'd become the Number 1 Pro.

It had been his entire life goal to be the best, but, he knew his ascension to the top wasn't earned; he'd replaced All Might by default. It had been years since he'd fully come to terms with the fact that he would never outdo the Symbol of Peace, which is why he'd put all of his hopes into Shoto.

With the man retired, who would Endeavor push his youngest son to beat now? The thought made him incredibly angry and frustrated, his fire easily raising the room's temperature as it flamed around him. "Damn it…" he hissed, cursing the popular blonde with every ounce of hatred his large form contained. "This can't be how it ends. I won't let it!"

Just as he was about to throw a hellfire covered fist into his wall, however, he remembered the Sports Festival that his son had come in second place in. There were two obvious rivals that he could force his son to compete with.

"Of course" he sneered, a dark smile crossing his face. He quickly headed over to his computer, pulling up all of the information he'd had compiled on Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, weighing their potential against his youngest son's.

The young explosive blonde was indeed powerful and calculating, his upper limits still unknown. But Enji knew that had Shoto used his fire during that last battle, he would have been victorious. Feeling confident that Bakugo wouldn't be a problem in his—or his son's—trek to success, he switched his focus to Midoriya.

Now there was a thorn in his side if he'd ever seen one. From Izuku's wobbly grin to his adorably innocent demeanor, he was already well on his way to being a fan favorite. Then there was the explosive power that so resembled his eternal rivals. It simply wouldn't do for his son to befriend someone he was born to crush.

Endeavor scrolled down on his computer screen, now reading every text that his youngest child had sent since his warning about seeing Izuku socially again. There was the message to the strange mini-All Might teens mother, but, other than that there didn't seem to be any communication between them.

He checked calls next, finding a short one from the night they had once again broken the law in order to save Bakugo, but, he let go of that as well since he'd already punished his son for 'embarrassing him and sullying the Endeavor brand'.

The Pro sat back in his chair, eyeing the data suspiciously. He'd had the app to get copies of everything Shoto did on his phone since the boy got one, but this was the first time he'd actually felt the need to use it. Up until this year, he hadn't even had someone to call or text other than Fuyumi and that was a rarity.

But that's what was so strange to him. Endeavor knew that his son had been alone for a long time and likely jumped at the chance of having a real connection to another living person. With how stubborn he was with just about everything else, he found it hard to believe that Shoto had simply given in and submitted to his orders.

Enji had been expecting a few sporadic messages and calls that would eventually tapper of as the dual user realized that he wasn't bluffing about blacklisting Midoriya. He tapped his fingers on the large table slowly, his paranoia only growing the more he thought about it.

He picked up his phone and dialed one of his personal assistants, ignoring the fact that it was already late at night and the girl was probably trying to sleep. As soon as she answered he began talking, his voice loud and demanding. "You have a degree with computers, right?"

"Uh... Y-yes sir…" she squeaked, her previous sleepiness leaving her. "What can I help you with Mr. Endeavor?"

"You're going to spend tomorrow linking my computer up with my son's. I want to be able to turn on his webcam from my home without him being aware." He responded matter of factly.

"Sir… I can't really… Isn't that an invasion of privacy?" the woman asked hesitantly, almost wincing in preparation for the tongue lashing she knew was coming.

Sure enough, Endeavors flames grew on his face, his hand starting to melt the plastic on his phone before he caught himself. "Shoto is a minor and the computer was bought with my money. They both belong to me and you will do as I've ordered or find yourself another place to work."

He slammed the phone down on its receiver right after, confident that she would do as he'd instructed without question or fuss in the morning. His blue eyes narrowed again as he went back to staring at the computer, his conscience thoroughly decimated after everything he'd already done to best All Might.

"Don't be foolish, Shoto… You will do what I could not; You are my perfect creation and I will not allow you to fail your purpose. If All Might is already retired, then you will crush that fanboy whose power so resembles that bumbling Symbol of Peace…" he muttered dangerously, meaning every word.

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