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A sharp smack followed by a yelp and thud filled the air of the house. Only two occupants of the three person household were home at the moment. So of course the older one chose to strike.
"You worthless brat!" A rough voice shouted. "Always in my damn way. Can't even cook a proper meal when your mother isn't home. I don't know how she puts up with someone as pathetic as you!" The man is angry, bristling in the worst possible way.
Midoriya is sat on the floor, holding his jaw with his hands tenderly. His father never did pull punches with him.
"Get up!" Hisashi roared. His voice speared fear throughout Midoriya's body. It was never a good sign when his father wanted him to get up.
Midoriya hesitantly stood up, wiping slightly at the blood trickling slowly from his nose. His face was covered in slowly appearing bruises and a minimal amount of blood already. His father was angry enough to leave visible marks on his face, apparently.
Midoriya couldn't remember what he did to deserve it.
Midoriya winced as his hair was grabbed in a tight hold and he was twisted around. He was slammed into a wall, face pressed into the plaster roughly. He breathed shakily for a moment, unsure of what his father was going to do to him now. He was honestly terrified, mind running through every possible cause that could cause his father into react to angrily.
His thoughts were cut short, however, when his father did something he really wasn't expecting. Midoriya was screaming before he even realized what had happened.
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"The bastard fucking dislocated your shoulder?" Bakugou nearly shouted. Would have been screaming if not for the pale hand grasped in his tanner one. "I'm going to end him," he grit out.
Todoroki squeezed Bakugou's hand lightly, pacifying the blond's anger slightly. "Did you tell anyone what actually happened?" Todoroki asked Midoriya gently. He recieved a small shake of the head from the smaller male sat on Bakugou's bed.
"No, it was already a mess as it was," Midoriya sighed. He fingered over the sling his arm was in subconsciously. "My mom was already so worried. I couldn't just dump it on her," he was quieter now, looking more tired than any of them had seen before. It was heartbreaking.
Momo placed her hand on Midoriya's knee to show her support. "Do you need anything? Some tea? Food?" She asked gently, voice calm and collected.
Midoriya shook his head slightly again. He looked at the floor, hand fidgeting slightly. It was the first signs of Midoriya's anxiety rising to the surface. "I don't know what I did," he said weakly. He looked up at Bakugou and Todoroki with tears welling up in his eyes. "I mentioned ordering pizza because my father hates when I cook and he-" he broke off into a watery sob. He covered his mouth with his hand and quickly ducked his head down to hide his face.
"Hey," Bakugou said gently as he kneeled in front of the other. He let go of Todoroki's hand to carefully place his hands on top of Midoriya's thighs. "It isn't your fault," he said gently as he tried to lock gazes with Midoriya but the younger refused. Bakugou thought for a moment to figure out what he wanted to say. "Remember when my mother gave me that really nasty black eye?" He asked then.
Mi weakly nodded, still not looking at the blond. He sobbed again to show how upset over that he still was.
"I stayed at your place for a few days because I was so scared to go back home," Bakugou pushed on. He hated baring himself like this, feeling to vulnerable, but he knew that Midoriya and the others would never judge him. "I didn't know what I did to anger her that time. And then you told me it wasn't my fault. You held me one night and rocked with me, telling me that it wasn't my fault that my mother was just angry and unhappy. That I didn't deserve it but reminded me that I'm stronger because of it." Bakugou had to pause as emotions tangled up in his throat painfully.
Midoriya looked at Bakugou when the blond paused. The green haired teen had red eyes that were filled to the brim with unshed tears. His hand moved to Bakugou's cheek, trembling with restrained sobs.
"And the same goes for you," Bakugou said, holding Midoriya's hand to his cheek gently. "You don't deserve to be hurt like this and I am so angry that it happened. But you are so, so strong. Okay? You're so strong, but it's okay to let loose. It's okay to cry and sob. Like how you let me, remember? It's okay to not be okay. Just remember that it isn't your fault that your father isn't happy. You didn't do anything wrong."
Midoriya sniffled once before breaking down into sobs. He leaned forward and buried his face against Bakugou's shoulder as he sobbed helplessly. He clung to Bakugou's shirt with one hand, needing something to ground him.
Bakugou slipped his arms around Midoriya's waist and held on tightly. He rocked with the younger soothingly, letting him just cry it out. No one said anything but everyone in the room felt a sort of calmness wash over them. Even as Midoriya cried loudly and without holding back, there was calmness and understanding in all of them.
They were a group that would not easily fall apart. If they were, they wouldn't have been able to have this conversation or experience it.
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Kaminari doted on Midoriya the most out of all of them as Midoriya began to recover. While Midoriya was not incapable of taking care of himself, Kaminari still insisted on making Midoriya little meals and messaged him constantly just to check if he was okay.
It was a little overbearing of him but Kaminari tended to lean towards it when it came to their little group. No one would complain, least of all Midoriya. He was enjoying the extra attention. Even if it seemed like he was exasperated, everyone in the group knew Midoriya too well to be fooled. He needed it anyway because of what he had been through.
No one in the group would take that from him.