Jealous- kiribaku

Your Comfort

Tw: abuse, homophobia

He doesn't even know what to do with himself.
He's angry, hurt, and scared.
Angry, that he could never find the guts to stand up for his mother and take it like a man. Hurt, both physically and mentally. And he's scared. Scared that he won't make it out okay, scared that his mom is hurt too, scared that all this pain will never end.

He crawls to his phone, and dials the first number he can reach. It rings twice before the person finally answers. God I hope it's somebody who can help, please let it be a friend.
"Hello?"
Todoroki! Thank kami!
"T-todobro?"
"Hello Kirishima, are you okay? Why'd you call?"
"S-sorry i-if I'm b-bothering you,"
"Kirishima? Are you okay?! You sound hurt!"
"C-could you do me a f-favor?"
"Yes, what is it?!"

Kirishima has never heard Todoroki sound so concerned before, but he's glad that he is willing to help. Because he's not sure how much longer he can be in this house.

"C-can you come p-pick me up? You can w-walk, I'll s-send my address,"
"Okay I can do that. Don't hang up, just send it to me quickly and I'll talk to you while I get over there."
"Alright, t-thanks man."
"Don't thank me yet,"
Kirishima sends the address and does as told and stays on the line. He tries to crawl to the front door so he could wait for him outside, he needs to hurry before his father returns.

"Okay just hang on Kirishima, I'm on the way. Can you tell me if your okay?"
"Y-yeah man, I'm fine, just a little dizzy,"

Kirishima was never a good liar, and Todoroki could tell it was much more than that. What Todoroki couldn't see was the slashes on Kirishima's limbs, the bruises forming all over his body, the blood spilling out of every opening on him, and the tears on his bloody face. Kirishima stayed on the line, beginning to slur his words as his consciousness slipped in and out.

Todoroki ran, he made sure to keep Kirishima speaking as much as possible, and ran so fast that his legs were feeling numb. I need to get to him, I have to help him. It took about ten minutes, but those ten minutes felt like twenty years. As he ran towards the building at the address he was given, he could see a bloody body laying out across the porch. Oh Kami, please don't let me be too late.

Kirishima could feel somebody approach him, and they slowly picked him up in their arms bridal style. He couldn't see very well, there was blood invading his vision.

"T-todoroki?"
"Yes Kirishima, it's okay I'm here to help you. I'm gonna take you to the hospital okay?"
"N-no!" He abruptly shouts, "You can't! P-please, c-can you just take me t-to your h-house or s-something?"
Todoroki can't bring himself to say no to the redheads pleading, so he simply nods and agrees.

Todoroki attempts to make small talk to keep the boy awake, just like he had done on the phone. He refrains from asking about how he got injured in the first place, deciding that he rather wait till the boy is more aware before asking questions. He steps into his home and thankfully is own father is out at work. He takes Kirishima to his room and places him on the bed.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get a first aid kit to help clean your wounds."

Kirishima nods weakly as Todoroki makes his way to the bathroom.
I wonder if he'll tell me what happened, I'm aware it's not my business, but I can't help him if he doesn't tell me. Maybe once he's better he'll open up.