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rough touch -- deku with one of your traitor aus
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29. Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
Kirishima had been dreading this moment, being found out as the traitor. He knew it had to come out eventually, no matter how careful he was, his classmates and teachers weren’t stupid. As much as it made sense for Izuku to be the one to figure it out, it seemed like a worst case scenario, just behind Bakugou finding out. But of course if Izuku knew he’d tell the others, and everyone would know how much of a despicable coward he was. It’s not like he could explain things to him, Izuku was one of the manliest and most heroic people he knew. Izuku idolized All Might, the very man that the League of Villains was trying to kill, and Kirishima was helping them. No explanation would be good enough.
So he had panicked, punched Izuku with a hardened fist right to the sternum. And if Izuku had any doubts, he surely wouldn’t now. But maybe he could get away and leave the school. And go where? He suddenly wondered as he tried to run past Izuku. The League would have no use for him if he was no longer at UA, and Shigaraki had killed his uncle. He’d be caught immediately if he tried to go to his parents. He felt Izuku grab onto his shirt to yank him back, and Kirishima skidded on hardened skin before jumping up, arm arcing out to throw another punch. Izuku was coming back at him to, jumping through the air to meet him with his new shoot style.
It was then that Kirishima wondered what exactly he was doing trying to fight Izuku. His green haired classmate had that same look of steeled determination as he came at him, which hurt, but less so than the knowledge that he deserved it. He didn’t want to do this anymore, he’d tried to stop after Kamino, so why was he fighting to get away? Maybe it would be better this way. He could go to jail and the rest of his classmates could move on and become heroes without him. The fight leaving him, Kirishima deactivated his quirk, but it was too late and Izuku’s foot made contact with his right forearm, a loud snap echoing as the bones in his arm crumpled against his classmate’s power without the protection of his own quirk. Kirishima yelled out in pain, stumbling back and curling in on himself as unfamiliar white hot pain shot up his arm. He’d never broken a bone before, but as much as this hurt, Kirishima knew it was the least of what he deserved.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to, I’m sorry.” Kirishima sank to his knees, cradling his arm as tears finally broke. The words of apology weren’t nearly enough, but he couldn’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth.