Izuku's POV~

"Shoto, what the hell happened to your face?!" I asked, moving out of Kacchan's grip and rushing to inspect my other boyfriend.

He had a black eye.

"It's nothing Izu, really. I'm fine." He said, grabbing my hands before I could touch his face.

"No, screw that. You aren't fine. You went home and came back with a black eye! Shoto that's not okay." I said sternly, get my hands out of his grip and continuing to look at his eye.

I looked over my shoulder, "Hey Kacchan, can you go get an ice pack?" I asked him. I didn't hear a reply, but I assume he nodded because he walked past us to get to the elevator. "C'mon, we're just gonna wait in his dorm." I said, grabbing Shoto's hand and pulling him down the hall to our boyfriend's dorm.

Kirishima cleared his throat, probably beyond confused. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry Kirishima. Kacchan and I are also kind of dating Shoto too." I explained nervously.

Something seemed to click in his head. "Oh, okay that's cool. I assume I can't say anything about that either, right?" He asked, looking for confirmation.

I nodded. "Shoto doesn't exactly have supportive parents." I said, motioning to his black eye.

"Yeah, I can see that. Anyways, I'm gonna finish unpacking, I'll see you guys around." He said with a smile before disappearing into his own dorm.

I pulled Shoto into Kacchan's room and led him to the bed. "What happened Shoto?" I asked softly. We were now in a very similar position to what Kacchan and I were earlier. Except now Shoto had his head on my chest.

"He wasn't happy that I'd slipped up on my training, that's it. It's not that big of a deal." He mumbled.

I tilted his chin up so he was looking at me. "Shoto, he hit you. That is a huge deal. You're gonna have that black eye for at least a week. He can't just get away with that." I explained to him. I wanted him to realize that what his dad was doing wasn't normal or okay.

He sat up, a scowl now on his face. "And what'd you expect anyone to do? He's the number one hero, Izuku. You think he can be thrown in jail, just like that? He has lawyers upon lawyers, he has friends in the police force, he has fans, he won't go down that easily. No one would take a teenager's word over his." He said, hatred burning in his eyes.

"I know that Shoto, but if you told an adult, like Aizawa or someth-"

"He'd fucking kill me if I told someone!" He yelled, standing up and starting to walk around the room. "I can't just go around telling pros. Do you have any idea how fast it'd get back to him? How fast I'd be out of this school? How fast I'd be six feet underground?" He asked me.

I flinched at his words and tone. I knew he wasn't mad at me, rationally I knew that. He was pissed at his dad and he need to blow off steam. I knew that, but it didn't make me feel any better about the situation. The last thing I wanted was for him to be mad at me too.

"I know Shoto, I know that. I'm sorry for suggesting it, okay? I'm just scared. What happens when it isn't just black eyes anymore?" I asked him, staying where I was on the bed, watching him pace around the room.

"It's never just been black eyes. I got through it then, I can do it now. I'll be fucking fine." He spit out.

I couldn't tell if he who he was mad at then. He was clearly still pissed at his dad, but I think the more I fought back, the more angry with me he got.

"Yeah, you're clearly fine! Shoto, you barely sleep. Even with Kacchan and I, so I can't even imagine how bad it was before." I said, just wanting him to listen to me. He couldn't keep going on like he was, he'd break sooner or later.

"I'm fucking fine, Izuku! Stop pushing it! I was fine before and I'm perfectly fine now. I can deal with, just like I have been my whole life. Just because-" Shoto was yelling, and he would have kept yelling, if Kacchan hadn't chosen then to walk in with an ice pack.

Shoto was standing a foot or so away form the bed, looking ready to punch something, and I was kneeling on the bed with angry tears in my eyes.

"What the fuck is happening?" Kacchan asked, looking between us.

"Nothing." Shoto said simply.

Kacchan looked at me for an answer, but I didn't say anything. If I kept talking I'd break down in tears. I cry a lot, leave me alone.

"Fuck that. One of you is going to tell me what's going on." He said, throwing the ice pack to Shoto and crossing his arms. Shoto caught it with his left hand and heated up just enough to melt it. "Well fuck you too Icyhot." Kacchan scowled. Shoto rolled his eyes and threw the melted pack on Kacchan's desk. "Now talk."

"Izuku's being pushy-"

"No I am not!" I yelled. "I told you, you should tell Aizawa that your dad hits you! I'm trying to protect you!"

"I don't need to be protected! I'm fine!" He shouted back.

I actual laughed at his words. "You keep saying that, but your black eye says otherwise! He's hurting you Shoto! Why can't you see that that isn't okay?!"

"Because it's-"

"What if it was one of us?" Kacchan spoke up, cutting Shoto off. We both snapped our attention to him.

"What?" Shoto asked him.

"What if Izuku or I were the ones that came back from our parent's with a black eye? How would that make you feel? And then when you tried to get us help, we refused and said that we were so used to it, it didn't bother us anymore. How would you react?" Kacchan clarified.

'Oh thank God, he's on my side.'

"And you," He said turning to me.

'Or maybe not.'

"Think about how terrified he has to be right now. You and I both know, that there's little to no chance of any of us being able to lock his bastard of a dad away. It'd just make it worse." He said.

Shoto and I hesitantly looked at each other, thinking through the other person's point of view.

I couldn't take it anymore and got of the bed and leaped into his arms, of course, crying. "I'm sorry Shoto. I know this is hard for you. I'm just... I'm scared for you." I said, burying my head into his chest.

His arms were wrapped tightly around me. "I know, I'm sorry you have to be. I'm sorry for yelling too. I wasn't mad at you, I'm just really stressed and I guess I got carried away." He said, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"Jesus Christ, please never make me the mediator again, that shit's stressful." Kacchan said from behind us.

I giggled with teary eyes as I turned to look at him. "But you're so good at it Kacchan!"

"Of course I am, I'm good at everything."