I need help. (Kiribaku, poor depressed Bakugou, and more -w-)

Things Will Get Better

Bakugou places the journal and pen on his pillow. He looks back at Kirishima. He wants to tell him everything that he had been feeling.
    "What does... what does depression feel like?" Bakugou asks. Kirishima's eyes become slightly bigger.
    "Well... it depends really. Sometimes you feel like no one is there for you... sometimes you just feel tired all the time. I guess most people just feel sad all the time and they don't want to do anything and don't want to go anywhere." Kirishima explains. Bakugou did feel tired most of the time... and he just been really drained.
    "How did you find out.. you were depressed?" Bakugou asks. Kirishima didn't usually like to talk about this sort of thing but it was Bakugou.
    "I was diagnosed. Most people don't really know. Actually, most people know but lie to themself and say that they're fine." Kirishima says.
    "I..." Bakugou just wants to cry. He wants to tell Kirishima everything.
    "Do you think you're... depressed?" Kirishima asks. Bakugou looks down at the ground..
    "..." Bakugou didn't know what to say.
    "Bakugou... please. I want to help you. Please tell me what's going on." Kirishima says, putting his hand on Bakugou's shoulder.
    "I... I don't even know. I just... I don't know what's wrong with me." Bakugou says. Tears start to flow down his cheek.
    "Nothing is wrong with you Bakugou," Kirishima says, moving closer to him. Bakugou looks at Kirishima.
    "Why did Deku get such a good fucking quirk?! What did he do to deserve it?! Why am I so mean to people?? I want to be friendly but if people see me like that... they'll call me weak! Why do I feel like this?! Why do I... why do I feel like dying...?" Bakugou burst out. The last words that Bakugou said repeated in Kirishima's mind.
    "Bakugou..." Kirishima wanted to hug Bakugou and tell him that everything was going to be fine... but he didn't want to make Bakugou feel like he was weak. Bakugou wasn't weak. Showing emotion isn't weak. If anything, it's brave to show people your emotions. Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou. Bakugou hugged him back.
    "Bakugou... I used to feel like this. Things are going to get better, I swear." Kirishima says. Bakugou places his face into Kirishima's shoulder. He cries. He knows Kirishima won't see him as weak. He can trust Kirishima.
    Kirishima and Bakugou sit there for an hour. Even when Bakugou stopped crying, Kirishima didn't let go. Bakugou felt safe with Kirishima. All of his thoughts didn't matter.
    Kirishima finally let's go and looks at Bakugou. Bakugou's eyes were red. Kirishima moves away. Bakugou wipes his eyes and looks at the redhead.
    "Thank you..." Bakugou says. A small smile appears on Kirishima's face. Bakugou looks at Kirishima's smile and can't help smiling himself. Although there was still sadness, there was also a small feeling of happiness. Bittersweet, one might say.
    Kirishima leaves the room after a couple more minutes. Bakugou closes the door as Kirishima disappears down the hall. Bakugou turns around and looks at the journal. He thinks for a second. He walks over to it and opens it. He picks up the pen and starts to write.

I told Kirishima how I felt today. I know he is the only person that I can tell. Everyone else would just laugh at me or call me an attention seeker or some shit. That's why I haven't told anyone about it until today. Not even my mom knows. What would she even do?

I told Kirishima that I want to die... do I want to die? How would I kill myself? Maybe overdosing. That would be the cleanest anyway. Maybe I shouldn't think about ways to kill myself. This journal is to help my mental health. 

I guess I'm depressed? Maybe. I don't know. I just feel terrible. Every day I wake up tired. I hate feeling like this. I just want to be happy again! I want people to look up to me not down. I just hate myself really. I act like I hate Deku but I don't. I'm just... jealous. His quirk is amazing. I know that he's gonna become the #1 hero. I make fun of him to make myself feel better. God, I make fun of everybody to make myself feel better.

Maybe I should kill myself. I bet everyone would be happy. If I die then people don't have to deal with me. My mom wouldn't miss me. She wanted me out of the house. Might as well get out of her life completely.

Bakugou quickly closes the journal. He has to stop thinking about killing himself. He put the journal beside him on the bed, along with the pen. He placed his hands over his eyes. He breathes slowly, trying to stop himself from going into a panic attack. He lays down and looks at the ceiling.