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Why Don’t You Love Me?	By : DevilnBlue Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. I do not own Therapy Games. Both creations belong to the creators and publishers that created them. This is purely fanfiction.

Chapter List
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Hello this is Hopeless Blue Kiss here. I wanted to put up a few fanfics for my birthday and it would be a great birthday present if everyone read this and left a review. This is my first time writing for this fandom so I hope I did it justice. This fanfic was inspired by the doujinshi, Therapy Games. Please look it up, it’s a good series. Hope you enjoy and please review.
Why Don’t You Love Me
Chapter One
“Izuku… you shouldn’t have…”
Those words should have clued Midoriya in on the bullshit that he was about to walk into. He was standing outside the door of his girlfriend’s apartment door, in the slightly dingy hallway. It wasn’t that it was a bad neighborhood. But it still left something to desire with the vomit-colored hallway carpeting, muffled sounds of the other neighbors in their own apartments, and the loud buzzing of the fluorescent lights above them.
But he stupidly plodded forward as if he would enter his girlfriend’s apartment the moment that she cracked the door open. But she stubbornly held onto the frame of the door, her petite frame squeezing sideways through the small gap, before gently closing the door and acting as a physical shield between him and the inside he was all too familiar with.
Izuku smiled tired and indulgently at his girlfriend’s weird actions reminding himself that the reason he was here was because she was sick and not because he wanted in. He stubbornly convinced himself that she was being considerate by keeping him from entering her domain and that the blush creeping across her rosy, pink cheeks was from her illness. Nothing more. There should be no doubt in Midoriya’s mind even as he clumsily fumbled through his yellow backpack to present her a fresh Tupperware bowl of chicken udon soup in a spare grocery bag.
“I know I have been busy lately working extra hours with Dr. Toshinori on the pediatric All Might internship and you had to cancel our date today because you were sick. But I couldn’t just abandon you in your time of need. Not again.
“I feel bad enough it’s been over a month since we properly met face to face and not over a phone screen or via text message. Even if I can’t come inside, I know it’s because you are so kind and sweet. You are the type that worries about others even when you are the one at risk and so I made you chicken udon soup with ginger and plenty of bok choy to get better,” Izuku rattled off nervously. Fingers playing with the edge of the lid through the thin layer of the grocery bag.
His mumbling words petered out when she shook her head vehemently ‘no’ around the ‘kind and sweet’ part of his words. He wanted to reassure her that she was those things and so much more. He stepped purposely closer, nearly trapping her against the door. He wanted to hug her despite what germs she may have, but she immediately flattened back against her door. Her head smacking against the wood, her body tensed as if prepared to duck inside and shut the door in his face if he took a step closer.
“Again, you shouldn’t have. Um… Maybe we can talk another time,” she said in a whisper shout.
She radiated discomfort in a way that someone as obtuse as Midoriya could see as clear as a neon-sign. The greenette frowned, unsure of his presence when all he wanted was the best for his girlfriend. Izuku felt so wrong-footed, and he didn’t know why. There should be no reason that she was squirming in place while dually having a death grip on her doorknob.
Izuku wasn’t being pushy. He was trying to be thoughtful. He had the annoying ability to doubt situations, leading to him rattling off possibilities of why certain situations might not work out. But with Ochaco he felt the safety and security borne from being friends first before they became lovers. She had seen him at his lowest lows and his highest highs. He had never been as comfortable around anyone as much as her and possibly his mom. Not even his best male friends could silence the murmurings of doubt that occasionally whispered to his anxiety quite like his girlfriend could. He had no doubt about her… That was until he heard a foreign male voice omitting from behind his long-time girlfriend.
“What’s up, babe? Was that the delivery man or something?” A male voice requested as the door open inwardly. An offensive arm wrapped possessively around the middle of the brunette female that almost stumbled backwards without the support of the wooden door. A brunette that Izuku had spent years crushing on before finally working up the nerve to finally ask her out and make her his. Or who he thought was his.
Midoriya’s heart was thudding in his ears, coupled with the sound of alarm bells going off in warning. The hand not holding the soup was held uselessly in the air, ready to catch a woman that didn’t need to be saved. Didn’t need to be saved because a man clearly wearing nothing but a bath towel, was pressed up close and personal with his significant other. He wanted to shake his head in denial, but who lets some random guy shower in their house. It sure as hell didn’t look like a relative and he was pretty sure he knew all his girlfriends’ relatives and friends because he wanted to know all aspects of his girlfriend’s life.
Ochaco let out an undignified squeak of surprise and then smacked the man’s chest when he dared to bend his head down to plant an obnoxiously loud kiss against the side of her head like public displays of affection while wearing a bath towel was nothing. He was the textbook definition of talk, dark, and handsome; the confidence radiating off him in waves as he looked at Midoriya with a cocksure smile like they were in on the fun as he peppered more loud kisses against her head to piss her off.
“Yo Shindo here,” he carelessly saluted Midoriya. “You must be a friend or a neighbor of my Ochaco here,” he said. His smile faltering only briefly when Ochaco elbowed him in the side. He nearly bent in half to rest his chin on top of her head while one-handedly forced her trembling hands from her rosy pink cheeks that were enflamed in her embarrassment. “Aw babes, no need to be embarrassed. I’ll be on my best behavior until they leave,” he said good-naturedly with another cheeky smile flashing across his face.
Izuku stared stupidly at how familiar Yo Shindo seemed to be with his girlfriend. It spoke of the type of familiarity that normal friends and relatives wouldn’t have. The way he cooed and prodded Ochaco even while lavishing her with affection and attention to ease the sting was something that made Midoriya’s chest ache.
The greenette refused to look at the man holding his frustrated and now pouting girlfriend. But mentally he shouted for the two to separate. He felt like he was the interloper who intruded on an intimate moment. He wasn’t the confrontational type and she didn’t look to be in real danger from the guy restraining and gently teasing her. Yet he nearly dropped the soup, desperate to reach out and yank her away from the strange man playfully fighting with her and leaving him in the dark.
Izuku tried to meet her doe brown eyes as if asking permission to touch her. He always respected her space and personhood and was never the jealous type. At least not so much as to demand that Ochaco was his when she could easily speak for herself. But her brown gaze trained purposedly towards her slipper-covered feet anytime she caught his eyes; barely able to look at him for more than a few frantic heartbeats.
SSSIIGGGHHH….
“I didn’t mean it to happen like this, Izuku. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not some monster that plays with guy’s hearts. But I… Come on Yo, stop for a second, this is serious!” She spat out the last bit like an angry cat. She was finally able to yank her arms free, only for Yo to capture it again so that she tilted her head up. Flushed cheeks puffed out in irritation only for him to smile down at her and kiss the tip of her nose.
Ochaco sighed knowing she lost the silent battle with him. She sagged back against the man in defeat before looking forlornly at Izuku. “I didn’t want to do it like this, especially with him here. But darn it, Izuku, I wish you would have shown this kind of concern and consideration earlier. We were friends before we ever became girlfriend and boyfriend, and we never spent a week without seeing each other until recently.
“However, you’ve been so busy that I… Did you ever think how I was dealing with the distance? How much I wanted that internship too? I put on a brave face, because what kind of girlfriend gets jealous over their boyfriend. But not only did I lose out on a great thing, I lost you. I… Izuku I think we need to break up. I’m seeing Yo Shindo now,” she blurted the last bit out to her feet. It was clear that she didn’t want to have this conversation in her apartment’s hallway, entangled in the embrace of her new lover. However, she couldn’t just invite Izuku inside for this kind of discussion. Not when it was clearly over and she wanted this to end quickly.
“Oh, so he’s your ex. Shit, sucks to be you.” The dark-haired male tried to fiend sympathy, but ended his words with a snort at the end. And that… that was too much for himThen he pulled away from Ochako long enough to return back with a clearly labeled box in his hands. “I think this is yours bro.
Izuku
“Yeah… sucks to be… Well my mom would still want you to have this udon. She made it specifically for you. So, I hope you enjoy it and um… yeah… I’m going to go,” Izuku stuttered out shoving the plastic bag full of Tupperware udon soup into her hands. He then made an abrupt turn and left out as quickly as possible, his trembling fingers already dialing up his friends to unburden his soul about his breakup.
xXx
Bakugo had already dismissed his sous chef, prep cook, and line cook. He found it therapeutic to wipe down the workstations himself and check to make sure everything was in its place. The pots, pans, and cooking utensils were scoured and dried, hanging properly to dry or tucked away into their proper cabinets and cutting blocks.
He took a cursory look at the ingredients remaining, making a mental note of what he may need to shop for personally or send one of his extra out to seek to stock his kitchen. He was a type A that way, wanting everything in its place and the extras that worked for him were forced to respect that if they wanted to survive in his kitchen.
He was just finishing was wiping down the kitchen countertops when he heard the muffled blubbering from the bar area of the restaurant. He cursed softly as he neatly, but violently folded his apron swiftly and made sure all the burners were off. He then retrieved his personal items from his locker and slammed the metal door close before he stomped his way out of the kitchen door. His arm already stuffing itself into his leather jacket as he made his presence know to the lingering people who stayed at the bar and grill. A bunch of barflies and extras that he would normally dismiss in his eagerness to go back home after a long, satisfying day of work.
Yet, his garnet eyes narrowed and his blonde head whipped around left and right until he could spot the blubbering target, staining the already sticky, bar countertop with salty tears and words of regret as he clutched onto a bottle of beer. He hadn’t expected the greenette to be still here after midnight, alone, without his friends fretting over him and consoling him. Bakugo seriously thought the man would have dragged his sorry ass back home after hours of drowning himself in booze. But there he was, slumped over and freckled cheek pressed forlornly against the bar top like a fucking joke. The nerve!
Bakugo didn’t go for the type. The straight-laced, goody-two-shoe nerds, who wore their hearts on their sleeves and were clearly as straight as a ruler. It made no Goddamn since to pursue someone who wouldn’t want him in the light of day when they were sober with a belly full of regret. He didn’t believe in love, but he didn’t believe in wasting his time in a lost cause either. No matter how hot the guy was.
So, why the fuck was he yanking back an empty barstool next to the man and nodding to Soy-Sauce face to give him the usual even as he once more sized up the sorry ass man beside him. Sure, the greenette was hot with his wild head of curls that looked so fucking soft, skin kissed with so many freckles that it would make anyone curious where else were those freckles, and veridian eyes that glowed luminescent even in the subdued bar light.
“It’s a girl, isn’t it? And let me guess, your dipshit friends thought a night on the town would get your mind off the bitch that broke your heart, huh?” grunted out Bakugo even as he took a quick sip of his whiskey.
“Ur…Ochaco isn’t a bi… bitch,” Midoriya blubbered softly, lifting his head some to glower cutely at the blonde stranger.
“Did she break your heart in a shitty way?” Katsuki insisted calmly, narrowing his garnet eyes at the miserable looking greenette. The miserable asshole had the threat level of a kitten that didn’t get his way. It was fucking cute, and the blonde hated that stupidly handsome face for being his type.
“Yeah… but…” Izuku said feebly, his face practically buried now in his arm, while the other arm covered his head. He knew it was true, but it was in his nature to defend his long-lost girlfriend even though it sounded pathetic to even his own ears.
“There are no buts,” Katsuki continued, gently tugging the greenette from his self-deprecating pose. “Sit up like a big boy and say it with me now. My ex is a bitch,” he said loudly, annunciating each word.
“M… My ex is a b… bitch,” Izuku managed to choke out before he covered his hand in surprise at his boldness.
“See now, was that so hard?” Katsuki asked warmly, patting the man’s shoulder in comradery.
“You’re not so bad to take pity on me like this,” the greenette said as he took a generous swig of his beer. “I’m Izuku Midoriya by the way. What’s your name?”
“Don’t you dare,” Katsuki said, firmly wanting to shut all of that down.
“Don’t I dare what?” Izuku asked tilting his head cutely, curls bouncing at the move.
“Don’t you dare look at me with that face of yours. I can’t deal with your level of cuteness right now,” Katsuki admitted begrudgingly. He clearly hadn’t had action in a while if he was still entertaining this straight man. He wad ready to stand up and call it a day, motioning for Soy Sauce face to tally up his tab for the day when that damn nerd spoke up again.
“You think I’m cute?” the greenette somehow sounded hopeful as he looked at the blonde. It was as if he thought he held all the answers in his drunken state.
“Fuck, yes, I think your stupid face is cute. Are you happy asshole!” Katsuki nearly shouted as he slapped some money on the table and scrapped his chair back to stand.
“Such a grumpy puss. You remind me of one of my cats at home,” the greenette chuckled. He daringly reached out with thick, crooked fingers and gently caressed the blonde’s face. “Wish I could take a pretty thing like you home. You look like you would be so loyal and willing to be spoiled rotten by the right person,” he confessed wistfully.
“Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk,” Katsuki cursed long and hard under his breath. He was leaving. He was almost gone. Almost far away from the disaster of a greenette and he knew idiot squad was probably hovering somewhere, marveling at this and waiting for the explosion. But damn if that weird ass compliment didn’t do something for him. So, he drained the last bit of his whiskey, eyes steadily on the grennette. Then grabbed the drunk man by his collar, waving off his bartender friend when he looked like he was going to intervene out of the corner of his eye. “You wanna see how cute I can be?” he breathed close to the frustrating greenette’s lips.
“Maybe,” Izuku confessed, his big green eyes already zeroed hungrily on Katsuki’s lips. Then just went for it, standing up and drawing the blonde impossibly close to consume his lips in a kiss.
xXx
BEEEEEEP…. BBEEEPPP….
“Ochaco, can get you the alarm. The request was mumbled sleepily into the pillow. Followed by a long pause from his bed companion.
“Fuck you calling me Ochaco for? I’m Katsuki or Kacchan like you were calling me last night,” came a slightly muffled voice, as he rubbed his face against Izuku’s back affectionately.
It took a while for those words to penetrate Midoriya’s sleep-addled brain. But once it did, viridian eyes shot open suddenly as he took a sudden intake of air and groaned as the room shifted from his residual hangover. He slowly rolled over to peer over his shoulder at the person who made that declaration and made an undignified squeak. His hands immediately reaching up to cover himself further with the comforter.
“Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is my girlfriend? Oh my God did you break in or something?” Midoriya rattled off shaken. He couldn’t for the life of him recall who this person was, but it was clear this person knew who he was by the way he didn’t seem perturbed at their current situation.
“What kind of weird ass burglars do you deal with that break into someone’s apartment and sleep naked in your bed?!” The blonde explained, ready to yank back the covers Izuku stole in his fright because fuck this AC, it was getting cold in the room and his nipples right now could cut diamonds.
“Naked in my…” Izuku trailed off, blanching. He licked his dry lips nervously and cautiously lifted the comforter up to see that both of them were indeed naked. “Fuck,” he wheezed out like a punctured balloon.
“What the hell were you expecting? I told you I was naked. God, if you weren’t so fucking cute and persistent last night, I’d have been left. But you had promised me if I stayed afterwards, you’d make your world famous pancakes. I’m staying until I find out why the hell, they are so famous,” Katsuki argued, taking some pillows to prop himself up. He crossed his arms defiantly, daring the greenette to kick him out of bed.
“Afterwards. What did we do ‘afterwards’.
“We are two hot, grown-ass, naked men. What do you think we did last night dipshit?” Katsuki said imperiously as he prodded Izuku pointedly with his bare, big toe.
“That can’t be… I can’t recall anything,” Midoriya whined out in denial. He clutched his curly hair in his hands by the fistful as he wrinkled his brow, trying his best to think past the hangover. He had never had any interest in men. He had always fell for the bubbly petite type like his ex Ochaco. But he couldn’t deny that he was here in his bedroom, naked with an attractive blonde in his bed that was the same sex as him.
“I see… You were very drunk last night. So, it can’t be helped that your memory is gone. However, I won’t let the fact that we fucked turn into nothing,” growled out the blonde, truly pissed. No one should forget the great, Katsuki Bakugo. He can bring a grown man nearly twice his size to his knees and have them eating out of his palms. This ‘straight’ man was no exception to his wiles, and he was going to prove how fucking lucky this Izuku Midoriya was to have him grace his bed.
He suddenly kicked the greenette in the stomach. Then before the young man could recover, the blonde was suddenly on top of him, straddling him and with his thick thighs on either side of his waist. His one hand corralling both of Midoriya’s wrist into one of his hands.
“This necklace is precious to me. Since you are such a fucking nerd, you won’t dare break it,” he declared, as he quickly tied his necklace around Izuku’s wrist to bind them together.
“Hey, what the heck! Are you kidding me?” sputtered Izuku angrily, prepared to buck Katsuki off him. His legs braced on the bed, hips raise as if could easily toss him, even with his arms incapacitated.
“Whoa their cowboy. I think if we repeat what we did last night, you’ll remember,” he cooed in a dangerous voice as he gave Izuku a saccharine grin. He rode the ferocious bucking as if the frustrated man was an untamed bull that needed to know its place.
“It’s impossible that we did what you said we did!” the greenette said, continuing to buck his hips and thrash and in hopes of knocking the blonde off of him.
“So, you refuse to remember no matter what I do? Then I’ll fucking reteach your body the pleasures I gave it last night,” growled out the blonde, then stopped, his head dropping in defeat at his desperation. “Fuck, you’re the fucking worse Izuku. Just a fucking ‘deku’. Making someone feel like that and then putting on an expression of dismissal like you don’t even know me. Do I look like someone that wants their feelings played with you Deku?!” he cursed in frustration.
The blonde smacked the greenette’s chest with his fists before throwing his leg over Izuku’s hips, freeing him. He then scooted off the bed and began to dress in furious silence. He had only himself to blame for thinking that maybe breaking the rules this time would yield different results. The kindness and vulnerability that Izuku had shown Katsuki, maybe the blonde was greedy for wanting a little bit of that directed at him instead of an ex who clearly didn’t deserve it.
“Who would be able to love someone as loud and aggressive as you?” Izuku said bitterly as he carefully scooted off the bed and stood. He glared at the half-dressed blonde who had tried to trick him into thinking he would do something so far out of his character as having a one night stand and with a man of all things.
“Excuse me—Who the fuck do you think you are talking to shit nerd?! You would be so lucky if I fell for your dumb ass,” growled out Katsuki pointedly jabbing hard at Izuku’s chest until he fell back on the bed again.
“Just leave,” Izuku grumbled bitterly not wanting to deal with this hotheaded blonde on top of the hangover and breakup he was suffering.
“Tch, your loss,” Izuku murmured gathering the rest of his things and pointedly flipping Izuku the bird on his way out.
xXx
“I want that shit nerd to die! He’s nothing more than a ‘deku’ the way he treated me like that after being so… so… uggh!!!” Katsuki said in frustration. He was chopping up a storm, prepping his kitchen for the next nights service.
“You know it’s always a risk pursuing a straight guy,” Kirishima, the resident straight guy pointed out.
“You should have seen the two, they were hot and heavy. I couldn’t pull them off each other,” Hanta gossiped eagerly, throwing in his two cents.
“Oooh, go on? Was he cute? Hot?” Mina demanded eagerly.
“Enough from the peanut gallery!” growled Katsuki, pointing his butcher knife in the general direction of his friends. “Soy Sauce face, why are you even back here?”
“Free food and I’m not on the clock yet,” Hanta easily quipped popping want of Denki’s cut up carrots into his mouth.
“You’re the one ranting to us while we are prepping for the day,” Denki said shrugging before guillotining his carrots.
“I always rant Pikachu. He just got under my skin,” he grumbled, before putting his back into breaking the ribcage of a few chickens.
“Would you prefer for you to get under the hot guy, huh, huh?” Mina poked, jeering and sidestepping away when her boss when he threw a bit of celery at her.
“I should have never hired you extras!” he roared. He wanted to wallow in his misery, not have them pour salt into his wounds with their teasing and taunts.
“We were the only ones willing to put up with your bullshit,” Minda whined back as she got back to work.
“There’s other fish in the sea BakuBro. You’ll find someone that will get your weird like Mina does for me,” Eijiro said encouragingly.
“Fuck that. I want revenge. I don’t want to just pursue the shit nerd. I want him to fall madly in love with me so I can crush his heart under my booted heel for daring to mock me,” Katsuki declared, with a vicious smile before chopping the head off of one of the fish.
“Well while you are descaling and plotting your evil master plan, maybe past on this. He left it behind,” Sero Hanta offered placidly. He handed over a workplace id attached to a lanyard for a hospital with the greenette’s face on it.
“Such a dumbass,” Bakugo said, even though it lacked the bite it should have had as he looked at the picture. He looked so much like a nerd the way he smiled awkwardly into the camera, he’d be fucking cute if Katsuki wasn’t so pissed with him right now. It was the perfect thing to use to get that much closer to the greenette.
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