Chapter Text
1st time:
Bakugou and his “friends” stormed out of their dorm, ready to beat up Bob, or whoever the hell that fucking bastard was. Muttering curses only the demons deep in his heart (although they sometimes slipped out), he wandered through the halls, mind only filled with the image of hurting the man who hurt his princess.
Beside him, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were asking other individuals of different classes to help identify this “Bob.”
Finally, Kirishima asked one girl who was talking about a guy who supposedly had this quirk where he could get into the minds of people and most of the time, efficiently hurt them mentally by scraping through their worst memories. Hearing this, Kirishima rushed towards the girl, asking “Is that Bob?”
Surprised, she slowly turned her head and nodded. “I believe he’s in the bathroom right now. Don’t ask how I know. Have a nice day, pookie slay,” she replied, smiling like she was starring in the Mean Girls.
With the new information, he ran to the rest of the Bakusquad, who were still asking everyone around them. Specifically, Bakugou was being aggressive and growling at others, clearly intimidating all the others around him.
“Guys! He’s in the bathroom!” Kirishima exclaimed, pushing through to reach the door to the bathroom. Instead, Bakugou smashed the door open with his quirk. Where is that fucking piece of shit? He better be here!
One by one, he flung the stalls open, not minding the fact that his friends were staring at his profound anger. They knew Bakugou could and would get very violent, but this time, they could practically see the fire heating in his eyes, burning with the passion for his boyfriend.
Finally, he reached the last stall, seeing a certain someone who was scrolling through his phone.
“Oi.. you little fucking bastard! You’re the little shit named Bob right?!” Bakugou yelled, grabbing him by the collar. The rest of his squad were crowding near the stall, their eyes now dark with seriousness.
“Yeah.. can’t you fucking chill?” Bob asked, clearly not bothered by what was happening.
“You. Fucking. Hurt. Todoroki.” Kaminari said in a low tone, each word pushing harder on the affects of what Bob truly had done.
“So? Everything I said was fucking true. I may be manipulative, but I say the right things. Let’s be real, that scar isn’t the only super messed up thing about-”
“You shut your mouth right now or else I’ll shut it for you.” Sero ordered, getting himself ready to tape him up. Bakugou was millimeters away from beating his ass up. The only thing that was keeping him from doing so was the screams that Bob might make. Now that Sero gave that idea, he didn’t need to hold back.
“Do it, I dare you. I have plenty more to say about that bitch. The only thing good about him is his looks, not including that nasty ass scar, and him being a whore.”
And that was it for Bakugou. Without a word, he smashed his fist into Bob’s face, no ounce of mercy given. Sero came over to take the mouth of Bob, not letting anyone know what was happening.
“You think whatever shit you say is true? Ha, you must be messed up in the head or something?” Kirishima asked, not really looking for an answer as he was getting his fists ready.
Kaminari inched closer, close enough to tell him, “You talk bad about him again and I will not hesitate in dragging your body through the forest into the river to drain your useless body away from us,” all with a smile.
Bakugou, still holding his collar, continuously punched him, not hearing anything but Todoroki’s voice that almost always only spoke of the doubt of his beauty.
As if he didn’t know that the whole class was head over heels for him. As if he didn’t know that the teachers cared for him so deeply. As if he didn’t know that even this bastard acknowledged his beauty. As if he didn’t know that he has not one, but two boyfriends that love him so, so, so much.
All he could focus on was hurting Bob as much as could to try to equate what might have happened to Todoroki. His relapses were something that happened every once in a long time. That makes them more “precious,” his sadness and stress bottled up in multiple scars and swipes of the knife. His last relapse was a few months ago, resulting in weeks of misery and coaxing to come out of his room. He secretly hoped the rest of his class was going to help Todoroki. Bakugou already knew Mina was planning something, hopefully something decent enough. Maybe Midoriya and he could plan something. Something a little, extra special. He knew Todoroki always felt quite better after a round. Or maybe a couple of more.
Trying to focus back on his reality, he slightly shakes his head and looks over to Bob. From what he saw, he would say he did a pretty good fucking job. And Bakugou did, very much so, hurt Bob. His eyes were dark and swollen, blood pouring out of his mouth and nose. Tears streamed down his face, his words and noises contained into the bathroom walls and Sero’s tape. That’s what you fucking deserve, bitch. Each punch splattered his blood everywhere, from Bakugou’s fists to Sero’s shoes. It was quite a sight to see.
Kirishima came over and whispered to Bakugou that he wanted one last punch. Before that, Sero came to reinforce the tape on Bob’s mouth, making sure he didn’t tell anyone else that something happened. With a swing to his gut, Kirishima knocked the wind out of Bob, causing him to faint and cough blood uncontrollably and unconscious. Kaminari, however, shocked his conscious right back into his pained body, making him feel every, single, thing.
“That’s what that dumbass deserved anyways,” Sero whispered with menace dripping down on each word. “Let’s make things clear. If you ever talk bad about Todoroki like that again, things like this and most likely worse will happen. It’s not like anyone would believe you that we did this to you since you aren’t a decent human being to anyone else anyways, so no need to tell this ‘situation’ to others, but it’s not like anyone who like to hear your opinion on anything.”
They all walked out of the bathroom stall, slamming the door behind them, not bothering to check up on Bob who was still in there, struggling from the very hurtful hits he received.
With a grumble, Bakugou turned to his friends and awkwardly thanked them, avoiding eye contact.
Kirishima easily responded with, “No problem Bakubro. Whoever hurts Todoroki has to deal with us.” With a short snort and smirk, Kaminari headed out of the door and led the rest of the boys back to their dorm.
There, Todoroki was resting, probably sleeping in Midoriya’s arms. More specifically, Midoriya was leaning on the bed of the trio’s shared room, his legs wide open as Todoroki was snuggled deep into his broad chest.
“Kat.. did you go beat him up?” Midoriya asked, whispering to try and keep the noises low so Todoroki would be able to get more rest. With a wide and proud smile, he nodded, slowly creaking onto the bed to kiss him.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He rhetorically asked, bending down to kiss Todoroki. His gaze fell upon his scar, one of Bakugou’s most favorite parts of Todoroki’s beautiful face. How could anyone fucking not love this? Bakugou gave soft kisses on Todoroki’s scar, each one filled with tenderness and care.
“K-katsuki..?” Todoroki asked, startled from Bakugou’s eyes intensely gazing at his scar, once again, reminding him about the incident. “What are you doing?”
“Loving and fucking appreciating this beautiful scar on your beautiful face, princess.” Bakugou responded, not one stutter or source of hesitation found in his voice. Flustered, he hid into Midoriya’s chest even more, making Midoriya laugh and pet his fluffy hair.
“That’s not what Bob said..” he replied, Midoriya feeling the trembling of vibrations through his hoodie. Making eye contact with Bakugou, he looked down at Todoroki.
“Baby, first of all, you are beautiful no matter what and your scar is so, so, so, especially beautiful. You without it or not does not matter to us at all. We love you for who you are, and you with the scar is like an extra extra special thing to add on the long list of what we love about you. Secondly, whatever Bob says does not matter to you or anyone else at all. Besides, he won’t be talking for some time..” Midoriya explained, taking extra care in order to let Todoroki finally know how precious he is.
Blushing even more as tears formed in his eyes, he stood up to kiss his boyfriends, wanting to find a way to express his gratitude and love for them. How am I able to have such wonderful people in my life?
“Wait.. Katsuki.. what did you do to him?” Todoroki asked, now wary of what he might have done.
With a quick glance at Midoriya, he just replied with, “Just a little beating with some friends, nothing to worry about princess.” No matter how many times he said it, those names always made him blush.
Wait, did he say beat up? “Katsuki? What did you mean by-”
Quickly interrupting his train of thought, Midoriya rushed to say, “What a coincidence! The girls want to go do something with you babe! Why don’t you head on like, right now?”
Unsure of what was planned, Todoroki decided to ignore what Bakugou might have done, walked out of the room, and was met with the girls of Class 1-A.
Ashido yelled, “There you are honey! Let’s get you all hoed up pookie!”