Get Out

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🥀 3rd Pov 🥀
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Because of work, Todoroki has been getting more and more stressed each day. It's really starting to take a toll on his relationship with Kirishima and Bakugo. Tonight was especially very stressful for Todoroki.

Todoroki comes barging into the house, slamming the door behind him.

"No slamming the doors!" Bakugo yells from the couch. Todoroki sighs and makes his way upstairs to his room. Bakugo gets up from the couch and storms into the gym. "Shitty Hair I'm getting sick of Todoroki's attitude! He just slammed the front door AGAIN! He's always coming back home from work moody as hell but he won't tell either of us anything! I'm tired of it!" Bakugo ranted.

Kirishima stopped his workout half-way and stood up to hug the blonde.

"Calm down Bakubabe. I'm sure he's just stressed about work," Kirishima said. Bakugo calmed down a little before nodding his head. "It's close to dinner time, is dinner almost ready?" Kirishima asked. Bakugo nodded his head.

"Yeah, I made soba," Bakugo said. Kirishima smiled and hugged the blonde again.

"I'm sure that will make Todoroki happy," Kirishima said.

"Tch. It better," Bakugo said.

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"Come down for dinner!" Bakugo yelled from the kitchen. Kirishima went to take a shower after their talk and Todoroki was still in his room. The two came down to the table and sat down.

"Woah! Looks good Bakubabe!" Kirishima said. Todoroki nodded. Bakugo sat down too and they started eating after saying thanks. After they finished eating they all sat for a few minutes.

"So... Todoroki, how has work been?" Kirishima asked. Todoroki looked up from the table, his features blank before he coughed.

"Umm, it's been good," Todoroki lied. Bakugo saw right through it.

"You're lying," Bakugo said. Todoroki and Kirishima whipped their heads to the blonde who sat back with his arms crossed, glaring at Todoroki.

"No. I'm not. Work has been just so much fun. It's all rainbows and unicorns," Todoroki said, his voice faltering a bit. The two glared at each other while Kirishima sat there feeling uncomfortable.

"You're obviously lying Shoto. So spill, what's going on? You're always coming home late and leaving before we both wake up, you're always in a pissed off mood lately, and you won't fucking talk to one of us! So what the hell is going on?" Bakugo yelled. Todoroki clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes.

"I'm fine, work has just been stressful," Todoroki said. Bakugo scoffed before rolling his eyes.

"Work has been stressful," Bakugo taunted. "Yeah we know. But there's something else, now spill," Bakugo said. Todoroki clenched his fist, making Bakugo glance at it.

"Everything is fine Kat, just drop it," Todoroki warned. Bakugo was having none of it.

"No. I'll drop it when you tell me what's going on," Bakugo argued. The two argued back and forth before Todoroki got tired of it and stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

"Fuck you, Bakugo! You always have to go and get into everyone's business, huh? When someone tells you to drop it, that means to fucking drop it! God, what would your mother fucking think-" Todoroki cut himself off after it registered what he was saying.

"No no. Go on, say it. What would my mother think of me? I think we all know the damn answer to that question! She'd try to abuse me AGAIN!" Bakugo yelled. "I can't believe you would actually bring my mother into this..." Bakugo whispered, tears falling down his face.

Todoroki stood there, horrified at himself. He didn't mean to hurt Bakugo, the words just came out all on their own. Kirishima got up from his seat and went over to hug Bakugo. Bakugo hung his head and wiped his tears.

"Get out," Bakugo said.

"What?" Todoroki whispered.

"I said get out Todoroki, I don't want you anywhere near me right now," Bakugo sneered. Todoroki nodded before grabbing his phone and his hoodie, if he needed anything else he could just buy them. Before he walked out the door Todoroki looked back to see the two looking at him.

"I'm sorry," Todoroki said, walking out and closing the door.

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