BNHA Characters One-Shots!

Bakugo "Take Care Of You"

(A/N: yes I know, another Bakugo one..  I had this idea come to my head last night so I had to write it, I promise I'll do other characters soon!)
(TRIGGER WARNING!!! This short one-shot story contains mentions of depression, anxiety, and self harm/su*cidal thoughts! Please do not read if any of these may affect you negatively! That being said, much love to anyone who relates to (y/n), I feel you, I've been there. ENJOY <3)

Bakugo woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, unable to sleep, he decided to wander around the halls, eventually making it to the girls side of the dorms. While walking, he heard the faint sound of a girl sobbing from inside one of the rooms. He walked up to the door and read the nameplate. He hesitated for a minute, before knocking on the door.

You were inside that very room, crying and staring at the broken razor on your floor, when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wiped your eyes, hid the razor, put on a hoodie and walked over to the door.
'Who the fuck would be trying to talk to me at 2am,' you thought to yourself.

Teary-eyed and red-nosed, you slowly unlocked and opened the door.

'This better not be a fucking villain,' but no, it was your classmate, Katsuki Bakugo, in only a plain black teeshirt and pajama pants, looking down at you, concerned.

"Bakugo?"

He scratched the back of his head, "yeah.. are you alright? I heard crying..." he says, in an unusually gentle tone.

"I'm fine, Bakugo, don't worry, go back to bed," you try to close the door when a large hand stopped you.

"(L/n), you're not okay. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is bruised from rubbing it so much," you looked down, ashamed. "Please, tell me what's wrong. I've noticed you with red eyes every morning, it looks like you've been crying and getting no sleep... I'm... worried..."
He takes his hand and lifts your chin up so that you're looking at him.
"Please, (l/n)?"

"Why are you so worried, you're cocky, mean Bakugo. You don't care about anyone," you say, turning your head away from him.

"I-I know..." he says, softly, audibly upset with himself, "but, I do worry about people, just... quietly, and my love comes out as insults. I'm sorry."

You look back up at him, very shocked.

"Please, can I come in?" he repeats.

"Fine."

You walk back into your room, not bothering to be a good host, and get straight back into bed, facing away from him.
Bakugo follows, closes the door and sits down on your bed right next to you.

"Please, talk to me (l/n)," he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You stay silent.

"Dumb- I mean... (l/n)... please, I want to help."

"Why do you care?" you ask, being stubborn, "you've never wanted to be my friend or talk to me before. You always call me a dumbass and... you don't even like your own friends so why would you like me."

He looks down, "I know. I'm mean, I have anger issues, but like I said, I do care. It just comes out as insults... and believe me I've wanted to be your friend for a long time, I was just too cocky to say so.
You make me feel something, (l/n). Seeing you smiling makes me smile, and I try so hard to hide it. You being out something different in me, a soft, protective side I never thought I'd have. I don't know why... but you make me feel... genuinely happy."

"Then why don't you talk to me in class, and why call me dumbass when I say good morning to you?" you ask, having turned around to face him.

"I said, I'm too cocky to. I'm always stuck in my 'better-than-everyone' mindset that I feel like if I showed any other emotion, I'd seem like a pussy. I've liked you for almost a year, (l/n)... so I'm sorry for calling you dumb ok? Just please let me help you." He puts his hand on your cheek and you lean into his warm touch.

"Okay... fine. My family doesn't believe in me. They said I'd never get into UA because my quirk is useless, and when I did, they told me I'd never be a pro hero. And I feel like none of my friends here really like me. I'm always left out of things... nobody ever checks up on me, sometimes I'll miss class and I don't get a text or anything. Nobody asks why I was gone the next day. I just feel.. alone, useless. I don't belong here." a small tear drops down your cheek, and Bakugo wipes it away with his thumb.

"I always wonde," he states.

"What?"

"Why you don't show up to class sometimes, and why your eyes are always red. Fuck Mina. Dunceface and Tapeface are always busy doing dumb shit and Shitty Hair... well he's nice, but you two aren't the closest. I'm sorry, but fuck our friends. They're cool and all, but fuck them if they don't notice when one of their friends is going through something."

You look at him, wide eyed. "What?"

"I said what I said, doll," he smiles lightly and kisses your forehead, "is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I don't know, I'm just depressed and I feel like the world would be better off without me," the blonde boy quickly pulls you into a hug, and you start sobbing.

"I'm so sorry you feel like that, (l/n)," he says, stroking your hair, "I promise I will take care of you, ok? I'm going to protect you. You're not going to be hurting anymore, I'm gonna take care of you..."

After a few minutes you bring your head up from his, now soaked, chest. "I'm sorry," you say.

"It's okay, darling."