I don't want to be the villain (KiriBaku)

Chapter 7: Eijirou Kirishima

I wanted to say thanks to Bakugo, to say sorry to him, to tell him I care about him. That I love him. I didn't though, I got too scared. I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The sounds of screams filling my ears. This guy loves to wake me up, doesn't he. "It's three in the morning, I'm trying to sleep!" I holler. Not even a pause.

That's it. Time to see what's going on. I need to stop thinking about Bakugo, to do that I need to fall asleep.

I walk to where the sound is coming from, to where it is loudest. It's not that far of a walk, only a few rooms down. Who's room is this? It's easier to make out words now that I'm closer.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't want to be a villain!" They choke out between sobs. What's going on? I knock on the door, but the person probably can't hear me.

I kick the door open, looking at the teen in front of me. Bakugo?

His hands are over his ears, his blonde hair even messier than usual if that was even possible. He screams his sorrows, yelling sorry and I love you. Sweat is beating down his face as he shuts his eyes tight. He trembles and shakes, looking like he's about to pass out. He chokes on his tears, struggling to breath.

He's been the one screaming at night. All alone, no one to comfort him. I should've investigated sooner, I should've been by his side to comfort him. I race over grabbing him and pulling him close. He looks up, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry!" He shouts, terrified.

"Shh, it's okay," I say in an attempt to comfort him. I wrap my arms around him, and he does the same. I've never seen him like this, it pains my heart to see him so scared. "What happened?"

He stutters as he talks, something he doesn't usually do. "N-N-Nightmare," he manages to choke out.

"Does this happen often?"

He nods.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head.

"Do you feel light headed? Nauseous? Any chest pain? Like you might choke or pass out?" I ask him.

He nods for the entire sentence. I knew it, he's having a panic attack. "Hey, whatever you're thinking about; stop. Focus on your breathing. Breathe in. One, two, three. Out. Breathe in. Out. Okay?" He attempts to do so, breathing in and out when I ask him too. We learned a little about panic attacks in middle school, that was one of the techniques we learned. My mind races as I attempt to think of other ways we learned, while still comforting Kacchan.

"Hey, keep your eyes open. Know that I'm here. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving." He nods, listening carefully but still focusing on his breathing. I rub his back, hoping it helps him calm down. It does.

His breathing starts to slow, and he wipes the tears away whilst letting me go. He sits on his knees, looking away from me as he wipes his face with his arm. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay."

"Thank you."

"I'm just glad I decided to see what the noise was."

Neither of us speak, probably not knowing what to say. He looks up into my red eyes, "Am I a villain?"

My mind goes back to what I said earlier. Shit. I'm horrible. "No! No, of course not!"

He's still shaking, but it's a lot less than before. After a pause he says, "What am I then?"

I look into his eyes, he looks so sad. I've never seen that look on him before. "You're my friend. You're a hero. You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Because, Bakugo, I love you."

His eyes go wide as he looks into mine. I didn't mean to say that, fuck.

"I- I like you too." What? Did I hear him right?

He slowly leans in, closing his eyes. What is he doing? He can't be doing what I think he is, can he? He can't like me like-

He kisses me, long and passionately. He does like me back. He likes me back! Oh my God he likes me back, I can't believe it! I grab under his shirt, touching the skin of his back passionately. I quickly dominate him, is Bakugo a bottom? He didn't even try to fight me.

I push him back onto his tear soaked pillow, our tongues colliding with one another. It feels so good.

"Mm, so good," Bakugo mumbles between licks and moans.

We don't separate until we need to breathe. We reluctantly sit up, gasping for air. Bakugo blushes a light pink, staring into my eyes with a puppy eyed expression. Cute.

I look over at the door, wide open. I get up to go close it. Kacchan grabs my arm, thinking I'm gonna leave. "Please don't go. Don't abandon me." He whispers, so quietly I can barely hear him. I lean down, giving him a light kiss as I tell him "I promise I won't, not ever. I just need to shut the door."

He gives me the okay, nodding slightly and letting go. I walk over, shutting the door. I turn back to him, "So, you want to do something?" I say, with a smug look.

"Sleep." He gets under the covers, closing his eyes. When I don't move, he looks up with confused eyes. "Are you coming?" he asks.

"Obviously!" I laugh. What, did you think I meant something else?

I get under the covers and snuggle up to him, grabbing his waist. He turns the lamp off next to him, mumbling "Thank you," before closing his eyes to sleep.

"I love you. . . So, so much," I whisper into his ear.