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Recovered Doesn’t Mean It Never Happen (Hitoshi x Izuku)

Fandom: BNHA / MHA Type: Angst   Pairing: Shinso x Midoriya x Cheater!Bakugo Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol  Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Word Count: 4,117 Summary: No one would have thought Bakugo would give up a relationship with the only person who could ever love him completely, but things almost never go to plan. Without his childhood friend to wipe his tears, Izuku had no other choice than to leave- and love always comes to those who need it. For every broken heart, there is an open door and a warm bed with someone waiting with open arms. A broken heart can move on, but an empty heart can never be full once it rips. 

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     He wasn’t sure if he should even go to the party. If it had been a year earlier he would have gone in a heartbeat, with a bright smile lighting up his face. Izuku knew that he would be there, and he hadn’t talked to his ex-boyfriend since it happened. His friends told him it wasn’t healthy to avoid discussing it, but it took weeks before Midoriya could look a blonde stranger in the eyes again and not start crying. He was so hurt, and his heart felt like it was breaking inside of him. He can still remember the day, a year in between yet it feels like it was yesterday, and still, the green-haired boy could throw himself back into the hallway of their apartment, leaning up against the hard-wood door.

The rain had intensified while he was on patrol, and Izuku couldn’t care less about his ever-dampening hair. All he could do was smile and remember his blond-haired boyfriend was waiting for him, most likely on their couch on his phone, while the tv was running in the background. Red Riot watched him as they jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and while he knew he should be looking down at the streets, he could only stare at his friend and wonder why his best friend would hurt him so much.

When they had finished, Midoriya scratched the back of his neck and said that he should head home to Bakugo, as he would get annoyed if he came home too late. Kirishima nodded in agreement, but he almost stopped him. He opened his mouth to talk to him, to tell him, but no sound came from him. Kirishima wanted to save Midoriya the pain from finding out from something else, but could he bring himself to betray his best friend like that? But if he didn’t tell Midoriya while he has the chance, is that betraying him as well? He felt like there was no good option, so he just let him go.

Izuku saw their apartment building, and he smiled as he walked through the door. He greeted the manager who stood at his desk with a smile on his face. He returned the greeting, said something about the weather, and let Midoriya pass through to the residential floors. He dashed through the dark-wood floors and ran to their apartment. He took out his keys and was inserting them into the lock when a sound made him pause. It was a voice he had never heard before, it was a guy’s voice, but it was an octave higher than natural, and it made dread run through Izuku’s body.

But, Kaachan wouldn’t do that, right? He would never… So, Midoriya shook the idea from his head and turned his key to unlock the door, and he walked in. He looked to his left and he saw that he was right, Bakugo was, in fact, on the couch… but he wasn’t on his phone. He was hovering over a guy he didn’t recognize. Strangely, at that moment, he didn’t recognize Bakugo either.

Midoriya shook the thoughts from his head, he didn’t need to be thinking about that before the party. It was the ten-year reunion of their year, and he would be damned if he let his fears ruin this for him. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t moved on, he has gone on a few dates, but he’s never made it passed the third before someone ended it. At least he was trying.

He had gotten back into touch with some of his old classmates though. Most of the students grew apart after high school, some odd pairs worked together, others were dating, and some just couldn’t let go. Midoriya wasn’t one of these people, and he had severed all ties after what happened, he felt so betrayed.

After he walked in on Bakugo, and who he later learned was a bartender from two blocks over, he went straight to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, who he had grown close to and fond of during his time with Bakugo. He went to them crying, and he started to tell them all that had happened when he got home, but he quickly realized they already knew. They knew, and they didn’t tell him. Kirishima started to explain, telling him that Bakugo was going to call it off and be a better boyfriend, but he never did, and they were going to tell him after a week. That just hurt more. So, he left.

Midoriya went out on his own, and he rented a small apartment. He befriended his new landlord, found a new barber, fell in love with a new coffee shop, and made some new friends. He was reserved at first, but he would always be Izuku Midoriya, and people would always think he was the nicest person alive. He started out by befriending his neighbor, who just so append to be another friend of his UA days, Shinso Hitoshi.

It was surprising to them both, but Shinso invited him out to dinner with some of his friends after a few more meetings in their shared hallway. Midoriya accepted, and he made friends with some other heroes and side-kicks that Shinso worked with, Midoriya warmed up to all of them, and it wasn’t long until the large group all hung out together every Friday at either Shinso or Izukus apartment.

And, after six months, Shinso asked Izuku out on a date. And, after six months of getting over Bakugo, Izuku said yes. The first date was simple, they went to a movie that Izuku had mentioned during one of their Friday night game sprees. The second date was even better, they went to a thrift shop, and they both bought a book and cd for the other, and then they exchanged, went home, and listened to their music while they read their books. Their third date was amazing. Shinso had transformed the rooftop into a picnic area, it was lit up with lights, there was a fire in the fire-pit, there was a blanket on the floor, and a large blanket for them to sit under, there was throw pillows, and most importantly, there was a basket of Izukus favorite home-cooked meal. It truly was magical. And then, somehow, the pattern broke. They went on a fourth date. They went to a firework show in town, and they had the time of their lives.

Now, they were both getting ready to go to their high-school reunion. To say Shinso was worried about his boyfriend was an understatement. He knew that right now, he only had a little piece of Midoriya’s heart. The other parts? They belonged to a man who shattered him, heart and soul. The other parts belonged to Bakugo. Shinso wasn’t going to lie, he was a little insecure. Before they started dating, Midoriya knocked on his door at two am, crying and wrapped up in a blanket. He was a mess, so Shinso took him in. They sat on his couch, drinking tea while Midoriya cried his heart out. He told Shinso what happened, and how Bakugo hurt him so much, but he still loved him.

Shinso fell for Midoriya the moment he saw his freckled face again. And, his heart broke when he realized that Izuku loved another, and it broke a little more every time he went on a date with a new guy. But, it hurt, even more, when he came crying to Shinso late at night, sobbing out Bakugo’s name.

He was insecure, and sometimes he wondered if Bakugo came to him and apologized, if he came over and asked if Izuku would take him back, he wondered if Midoriya would go to him. He would be naive to think that Izuku loved him as much ad Shinso loved him, he knew better. When Izuku slept over at his place, he still heard him whimper out Bakugo’s name at nights when he didn’t wake up, and it hurt so fucking much.

But, no matter how much it hurt, it was him that made Izuku smile, made him blush, it was him that Izuku kissed goodnight, who he woke up to, it was him that Izuku went on dates with, it was him that Izuku held on to, it was him, and it wasn’t Bakugo. He put on his jacket, and he sighed at his lame excuss at a tie. He was never taught how to properly tie one, enter him embarrassingly walking into Izuku’s apartment to ask him to help. Izuku laughed at him but complied and tied it for him.

“Good god, you’re adorable,” Shinso said breathlessly, as Izuku looked up at him after finishing his tie. Izuku turned into a spluttering mess whenever Shinso complimented him, especially if there was no prompting.

“Hi-Hitoshi…” He whined, before turning away to try and hide his blushing face by looking away.

“Oh yeah. Before I forget,” Shinso took a green rose out of his jacket, and put it behind Izukus ear,  "I saw this, and I thought of you.“

Once they were both ready, the got into Shinso’s car; and they started to drive to the school for the first time in a long while.

"So, are you worried about seeing him again?” Hitshoi asked, keeping his eyes glued to the rode. The cool air that poured in through the vents nipped at Izuku’s skin as he thought about how familiar the feeling in his stomach felt.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” Midoriya hates how he had let Katsuki control him he like did, but mostly he hates how he didn’t notice sooner. It all became so clear when he found out, hindsight is 20/20 after all. All the ignored phone calls, all the late nights, why he was so adamant about them not sharing an apartment in the beginning, it all made so much sense, Izuku felt like a fool for not noticing.

A hand squeezing his pulled him from his mind. Shinso kept his eyes on the road, but he took his right hand of the wheel to try and comfort his boyfriend. It might have been seen as a small effort at comforting him, but Izuku and he loved holding hands. Afterall, Katsuki would never let him hold his hand in public unless someone was flirting with him. Shinso, however, loved holding hands while they walked. Especially if they were in large crowds, one of them would wrap their own pinky around the others. It was a small, nice way to show affection for each other.

And, that’s how they entered the school. They reminisced about their high school days, and the passed through their old classrooms, it felt so nice to think back on all the memories. Izuku laughed when they reached the classroom 1-A. Shinso looked at with questioningly, but he had a smile nonetheless. 

“This is where we first met, remember?”

Hitoshi groaned, he had been such an awkward teen, he was reveling in stress and depression, and he really didn’t think he was as rude as he actually was in high school.

“You don’t have to remind me,” he had playfully snapped at his boyfriend.

“We had a lot of fun in this room,” he said, sighing contently at the rush of memories which entered his thoughts.

Midoriya just snorted and continued their way down the halls until they reached the large gym/workout room that had been decked out at a party.

Hitoshi grabbed a hold of his sleeve before they entered, “Hey, take a second. I’m here, okay? So there’s no need to worry.”

Izuku held on tight to his boyfriend’s hand, and he took in several deep and long breaths. He squeezed lightly, and Midoriya smiled reassuringly. 

“With you, I can do anything,” 

Shinso smiled at how confident Izuku was in him, and he pulled him by his hand so their chests were against one another. They both grinned into the kiss, happiness surrounded them. 

“Ready?” Shinso asked as they both grabbed a hold of one of the doors.

“As I’ll ever be,”

They swung the door open, and what they saw was, more or less, what they were expecting. It was dimly lighted, but not so much as to hinder vision. There were tables scattered around, and the music was light and classy. Teachers and students were all in mixed groups, the entire class was gathered together, and they all seemed to be having a good time. Some were sitting, others were dancing already, and a few had gotten a jump-start at the bar.

Shinso had been flagged down by his old friends in 1-b, but he promised he’d be back in a minute. Izuku didn’t have to worry, he still had some friends from UA, even though they hadn’t talked for years, it just gave them more to catch up on!

Midoriya looked around, and his eyes finally locked down on Uraraka and Iida, who was standing next to the buffet table, having a pleasant conversation and eating.

He had made his way over, and they easily fell back into old habits. They joked around, and it was like they were back in high school.

“So Uraraka, I noticed the rock on your finger,” Midoriya pointed out, and she blushed and looked away.

“Yeah,” she trailed off. “Tsu and I got really close after graduation, our agencies were in the same district, so we bumped into each other often,” she said, blushing like her life depended on it.

“Well, what about you? Who are you with, Deku?” Se asked, suddenly flustered and defensive.

“I uhh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I’m actually in a pretty serious relationship myself?”

“Oh? Anyone, we know?” Iida asked, curious as to who gained the affection of the number one hero.

“Actually, it’s-”

“Pretty serious relationship, are we?” a deep-voiced asked, as a man placed his chin on the crook of Midoriya’s neck. Izuku had tensed, but he relaxed as soon as the man spoke.

“Hitoshi?!” Uraraka and Iida shouted, startled by the revelation.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for around a year and a half,” Shinso answered, not completely shocked by his old classmate’s response.

“And you never thought to tell me?” Uraraka asked, hitting Izuku on the shoulder.

“Well, we kinda cut off all connections with our classmates awhile ago- don’t take it personally,”

She huffed but accepted it as an answer.

“Speaking of,” Iida said, gaining attention from their tiny group, “I have only heard half-thought rumors and speculations, and I believe none of it completely. Can I hear in your words, what happened two years ago?”

Hitoshi stood up rigidly, and he wrapped his arms protectively around his boyfriend. “You don’t have to answer-”

“It’s fine Tosh’,” Izuku said, patting his boyfriend’s arm, “It’s really simple Iida. I was dating Bakugo, he fell out of love with me, and we broke up.”

“I see,” the blue-haired man said, “though I can’t help but wonder how much of that is true, and how much is censored and coated in sugar.”

“Hey, babe?” Hitoshi said, gaining Midoriya’s attention. “Can you go get us some drinks, I have a feeling we’re going to need them soon,”

It would take a blind man who had lost his hearing to miss Hitoshi’s anger.  Midoriya’s past relationships have always been a sore spot for Shinso. A mixture of second-hand anger in addition to his own insecurities ate at him whenever he heard the blond-haired man’s name. He was right, if there was no alcohol in his system for another minute he was sure to explode.

Having sensed this, Midoriya smiled softly and went to the bar. He was never one for drinking, but a glass or two might help to soften the edge of tonight. The tension was high, and he hadn’t even seen he-who-must-not-be-named yet.

“Hey, can I have a stinger on the rocks and a snakebite up?” While he wasn’t a drinker, Izuku’s new crowd loved to go out every Friday night, and with their different backgrounds he was shown many different orders- but a particular friend of Britain had introduced him to the snakebite, and the cider -alcohol mix always tasted amazing. 

“Sure thing,” the bartender said, as he turned to make his drinks. While he didn’t recognize him right off the bat, it wasn’t all that difficult to identify the dark-haired man as Kaibara Sen, a student he had only seen once or twice, but he made quite the impression. 

“How long have you been bartending Kaibara-san?” 

He chuckled a little and shook his head, “Here I thought you didn’t recognize me. I’ve been doing it professionally for a little over a year now- couldn’t refuse UA a favor after all they did to help me out now could I?” 

“Yeah,” Midoriya leaned onto the bar, “We all owe them a debt or two.”

“After all the shit you put me through, I’d say you better make it three,” A gruff voice rang through his ears, and it sounded so close to being familiar- he just couldn’t place it.

“Aizawa-Sensai?” The name hit him like a ton of bricks.

The black-haired man winced before stumbling a little closer to the bar. “You’re not a kid anymore, you can drop the honorific,”

“Right,” he blushed lightly, “sorry about that,”

“So Midoriya,” Aizawa signaled for a beer, “you and Bakugo still at each other’s throats?”

The teacher had noticed Kaibara’s posture stiffen the moment his previous student’s name fell past his lips. The teacher sent him a curious look before giving Midoriya his attention. Had he hit a sore spot? He knew they never got along, but that was just a childish rivalry, right? There was no way his two students were as immature as All might and Endeavor.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?”

Midoriya let out a sigh of relief as his boyfriend appeared to rescue him. “Sorry love, Kaibara-san isn’t as good as a bartender as he makes himself out to be,” he teased lightly, before going back to his teacher. 

“Sorry Aizawa-San, but I’ve got to get back to the rest of my group- I have to make sure Iida doesn’t stop Uraraka from spiking the punch. It was nice to catch up with you!” His wrist was seized by Shinso as soon as he got a hold of their drinks.

“What was that about?” The gruff man asked, waiting for his beer that as stored in a cooler. 

Kaibara shook his head lightly, “After the rest of the old general studies group caught wind of the situation, we all just assumed the teachers heard too. I guess it makes sense that you were all left out of the loop,” He handed Aizawa his drink.

The man quirked an eyebrow, silently asking for him to go on.

“Midoriya and Bakugo were in a relationship. They were doing great up until about a year or so ago. He came home and found Bakugo with someone on their sofa. Stories say it was another student, but I’m not too sure. Wouldn’t be surprised though- with the way Midoriya avoided everyone like the black plague up until today,”

“Apparently not everyone,” Aizawa chimed in, noting how close his prodigy was to Midoriya.  

“Oh, you mean Midoriya and Hitoshi?” He chuckled, “Yeah, they/ve been dating ever since the breakup. I heard they moved in together, but it didn’t come from a reliable source. What I do know for sure, is that they are both head-over-heels for each other, like rose-petals and chariot love. The kind of thing where they would say ‘If all the world was to be burned by morning, the flames would lack the heat of my heart beating for you,’ throw-up-you-lunch kinda love,” 

“You seem to know quite a bit, Kaibara,” the tired man mused.

“What can I say?” He shrugged, “People love to talk to bartenders.”

Aizawa grumbled. as he walked away. He never pegged Bakugo as a cheater, but he wasn’t one for second-hand gossip either. He’ll wait and see what else he can dig up.

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The night haad gone surprisingly well! The Deku-squad was back together, and everyone seemed to catch on like a house on fire. Time flew by, and a slow dance had taken over the party. Without a run-in with the blast boy, it seemed like everything had fallen into place.

“Dance with me?” Shinso asked, lightly rubbing a circle on the back of Izuku’s hand.

“I would love to,”

The two swayed together, and they held each other close. Every now and then they would separate a little but only ever enough so that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. Izuku smiled so widely his eyes hurt, and Shinso couldn’t help but grin back. They were so in love, and they would never be able to get enough of each other. 

Little did they know, they were being watched. Ruby red eyes stared at them from across the gym. Tracing their every movement, studying every syllable they said to each other, he made note of every time they touched each other. Kirishima stood by Bakugo all night. 

While the blonde downed drink after drink, his red-haired friend couldn’t help but look on in sympathy. He saw first hand how this breakup shattered Katsuki and, no matter how much the blonde refused to admit it, having Midoriya in his life made him a better person- to himself and others. 

Drink after drink, shot after shot, he did almost anything he could to numb the pain, but no matter what he did, it still hurt. Everything hurt. Whether he had the memories or not, it didn’t seem to matter. Izuku was gone, but he was still there.

His sent stayed in the apartment for months, and his things were still scattered about. His voice still answered the voicemail, and his jacket was still on the hook. Every part of him was there, but he wasn’t. His laugh didn’t echo around the walls, and his coffee was never made in the morning. The pancakes he made would never see their old pan, and his clean laundry would never be dumped on the couch to be folded. He was there in every sense of the word if time was stopped. 

He slammed his final shot glass back down on the make-shift bar and sighed. “I’m going for a walk,”

“Katsuki, let me come with-”

“I need some air,” Kirishima was nice to have around, but he really needed his space.

Memories haunted him whether he was awake or asleep. Waking up with his love by his side, going to sleep with the love of his life, but sleeping with people who didn’t matter- people who will never matter. It hurt no know it was over, and it hurt to know it will never be fixed.

The door closed behind him after a few seconds, and he sensed someone behind him. 

“Bakugo?” He winced at the name that fell from his past lover’s lips.

“Please,” he whispered, “please call me Kaa-chan,”

Izuku kicked the top of his foot at the ground, “I don’t think that’s gonna happened Bakugo,”

The blonde looked up to Midoriya, and he took in his appearance. He looked healthy, and his outfit was well put together. A flower was in his outside coat pocket, he could only guess where he had gotten it.

“I miss you,” He admitted, sighing at the relief that came with admitting it.

“Yeah, I guess it has been a while,”

The nonchalant response simply dug deeper into his heart, and it seemed that whenever Izzuku spoke, it just cut his deeper. 

“God,” Bakugo pushed at the skin next to his eyes, “I’m such a fucking mess without you.”

“That’s not my problem, Bakugo. I know it sounds rude, but that honestly is just your own fault,”

He could feel his anger bubble up, and it seemed like it took nothing to push him over the edge.

“Why are you fine? How are you fine! Why are you pretending to be so perfectly fucking dandy, like everything’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows when it’s not!? You don’t need to pretend with me- I know you’re not okay.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, Bakugo,” He said, walking back to the door. He stopped right after he passed the door, and he held it open, “but I really am 100 percent, completely and absolutely over you, and I’m doing just fine without you.”

When had this started? Where had he gone wrong? He would never know, but Bakugo believed that it started with something about a swan dive.