resurrect my dead heart [KiriBaku x depressed! reader]

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I woke up in a dark room, the shadows caving continuously on my small frame. "you really think that you could get away!?" a voice said. a voice that had haunted even my best dreams, turning them to dreary nightmares. a voice whose face made me shrink internally, but I never would in front of him. "tch typical. you never listen to any damn word i say" a swift hand whacked my cheek. i turned my head slightly from the impact. my cheek stung in pain.

the night went on and as did the torture. i never wept or screamed. he had gotten a knife and place cuts everywhere, littering my skin with blood. i had passed out from blood loss. i was surprised i hadn't died.

as days progressed into 4, i lost hope anyone was coming for me. my now cut, bruised, bleeding skin had sunken in and the pain had increased ten fold. it hurt to move, my stomach groaned in agony, my mouth was dry like sand paper. i didn't have access to use my hands because they were tied down.

day 5 arrived and he had snapped my right arm. how fun. i was in so much pain that i was in a daze, my hunger and dehydration drowning out the screaming of my father. i just wanted him to kill me and get it over with. then... a doorbell sounded.

"don't make a sound brat" he said stomping up the stairs.  i hear the door open, someone get shoved and someone call my name. i hear my father deny that i was here. i tried to scream but my throat was too dry. i strained a sound, but it wasn't loud. "h-hel-p" was what came out in barely a whisper.

a muffled "you're going to jail" came from up stairs. i heard foot steps, yelling and a metal clank. like the sound you hear when you drop a knife. more people were in the house. i was able to say help a bit louder, but still not loud enough. people started running around upstairs. then...

the basement door opened. in walked my classmates. mina immediately ran to me. "oh my god! y/n!" she cried. tears had stained and streaked her cheeks. she melted my restraints and hugged me close. "where are-" "they're beating the living hell out of your dad" "and-" "aizawa is helping them" she interrupted. we stayed in silence as everyone surrounded us. "why didn't you tell us" she said. i stayed silent. "why... why didn't you say anything" she croaked. I still said nothing. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't do anything. I felt a pair of arms lift me from the cold concrete. I looked up to see a blue haired male known as our class rep. "l/n... you should know heroes need help too sometimes" he said. all I did was black out afterward from dehydration, exhaustion, hunger, and likely blood loss... again.... 5 days later and i still dont have enough blood.

a few hours later...

I woke up in fresh linen sheets and new clothes. bakugou sat in a chair next to me, laying across my lap, asleep. kirishima laid curled up at the foot of the hospital bed I was in, also asleep. the whole bakusquad laid sprawled out across the room. sero was sitting up sleeping in a corner, mina was leaned up against my bed, and denki was... lying in the middle of the floor, cuddling a tipped over chair. I feel a pull on my hand that I had yet to notice. I look over to the direction it came from to see a sleeping aizawa and present mic. mic was leaned back in a chair and aizawa was leaning his forehead on the side of my bed while sitting in a chair, holding my hand. I was bandaged from the neck down, my right arm in a cast and a needle in the left. the pain was immense. I felt bakugou squeeze the sheets in his palms. his face contorted into a hurt, sad expression. I laid my free hand on his and his tenseness dissipated. his eyes opened and he gasped.

"y-y/n!" he exclaimed. tears brimmed his eyes as he stood, gripping the railing of my bed. "hey" I said weakly. I started to sit up before he hugged me tightly. at this point everyone was awake and tears were streaking their faces. kirishima stood next to bakugou. "Honey?" he said in disbelief. "hi kiri" my voice carried. bakugou pulled from the hug hesitantly. "um... can we have a moment" bakugou's voice cracked. i sat on the edge of the bed, the boys stood in front of me as everyone left the room.

"i'm i-i'm so sorry, baby doll. i wasn't there to protect you. it's my fault" bakugou strained. "it's not. it was my fault for not being careful" i said. "but bun... i wasn't strong enough o-or smart enough to find you sooner. i should've been stronger for you" kirishima said solemnly. "y'know, for someone who can read the future, i sure as hell have seen a lot of unexpected things. when things don't go as planned you either improvise or deal with the faults that lead to the unexpectedness. but you see, that's the thing. the thing of life. unexpected things happen all the time, but i guess... that's the exhilaration of it all" i said. they didn't answer. all they did was pull me into a hug. a hug that told me that they would never let me go.

soon everyone else filed back into the room. and i had yet to notice... the bouquets of flowers that sat on my bedside table. the whole class came and brought me 'get-well' gifts. turns out i had been asleep for a week. bakugou and kirishima hadn't left the hospital at all. afterward, i made them go home and made them sleep.

sometimes the hardships people go through can either tear them apart or bring them closer together, but the truth of it is that they went through it together and that will never change

                                                                                                                          -me