resurrect my dead heart [KiriBaku x depressed! reader]

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the next morning, i woke to a text from bakugou. i call him

hey nerd
hey
you okay
yeah
you sure
yes bakugou
are you still mad at me
i was never mad. i was just really upset.
i had a valid reason
you should have talked to me
you're right
i know

i ended the call so i could go eat breakfast. as i stepped down the stairs, my feet felt yanked from under me and a sudden pressure was put on my ribs.

"agh! dad, your killin' meh" i yelled out, knowing the scruffy ravenette was the one to oh-so-graciously greet me this morning.

"you scared the absolute shit out of me" he mumbled, setting me down. "let's get breakfast" i said.

aizawa cooked up some pancakes and bacon for the both of us and we spent the rest of the day watching our favorite shows. we fell asleep on the couch, me being curl up to him.

when i woke up, he had his head tilted back and a hand on my shoulder.

i carefully got up and draped a blanket over him. he fell onto his side and grumbled in his sleep. i smiled warmly.

i made breakfast while on a video call with kirishima. he was doing push ups to impress me. i giggled at his goofy grin.

"oh one sec" he said suddenly. i saw his face really close to the camera. he was likely replying to a text of some sort. "hey honey bunny... bakugou wants to join" he said quietly, knowing bakugou and i weren't on the greatest of terms. i sighed and nodded.

"hey nerds" bakugou said gruffly as he joined the call. "hey bakubro" kiri replied. i stayed quiet, focusing on the eggs i was making. "y/n?" bakugou addressed. i didn't look up at my phone.

he continued to try and address me until he slammed his hand on a surface near him. "god dammit y/n, i apologized and we talked it out! i thought you forgave me! can you even hear me!?" he said.

"hm?? oh i hear you, i'm just not listening. i don't listen to bullshit from cuckish beta males" i said, hanging up right after.

i hear aizawa walk into the kitchen. "morning" i greet shortly. "hey. what's got you all upset" he noted my expression with a gesture of his hand. "bakugou. he's an ass. we briefly talk about our feelings and he thinks it's all cupcakes and rainbows" i grumble, handing aizawa eggs and toast, sitting down with my own.

"give him some credit. the kid's going through a lot right now" he reasoned. "well, when i was going through a lot i didn't make rash, stupid decisions" i said. "everyone handles trauma and stress differently. this is just his reaction to it. everyone is different" aizawa said, grabbing my hand.

"dad... he left me when i needed him the most... i got to find that out in the hospital, recovering from my own destruction and i get to wake up to him leaving me when i needed him" i said. he sighed.

soon enough, aizawa revealed to me that we'd be moving into dorms for student protection. i was earlier than everyone because... my dad is the teacher so...

room was set up, so i just sat on my bed for a couple of hours.

around 6 pm, i hear a knock.

"come in" i shout. in came kiri. he rushed over to me and flopped onto my bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. i giggled and shut my laptop, setting it aside. i scooted onto my bed further and kirishima crawled up to me, dropping onto me.

"you're such a big baby" i said. "i missed you" he said.

"I almost lost you. I thought "it's my fault, she's gone and it's my fault". It's all I could think about. I really need you in my life n/n" he continued, talking away into drowsiness.

His mumbling of self blame hushed, replaced by quiet, rhythmic breathing. I laid down and turned off my bedside lamp. I played with his hair until I eventually dozed off.

I woke up the next morning with eijirou still there. "Kiri" I whispered. His head popped up and he stared at me with goofy smile on his face.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked. "Just a little bit. I didn't want to wake you up so I just stayed" he explained.

Tw! Very passionate making out, I'm talking borderline sexual, like  more heated than anything in this story

I giggled and we both got up. Eij sat at my desk and I went to my closet. "Kiri can you leave so I can change" I asked, still facing my closet. I heard a few seconds of shuffling until I felt warm hands on my bare waist, slightly moving my shirt up.

"I'm sure nothing's wrong with me staying, unless you say so" he chuckled in my ear. He started planting fluttery kisses on my neck as I turned to face him.

"Just say the word. You know what to say, darling" he whispered, lifting my shirt a bit higher and gently holding me against a wall next to my closet.

He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his torso. One hand wandered on my waist, the other tenderly squeezing the bottom of my thigh. He rested his head in my neck, kissing and nipping however he pleased. I failed to form sentences, falling short of words on account of how his hand worked my thigh and ghosted my hips, the way he kissed my neck like he cherished it, savored it slowly.

"C'mon sweetheart. Tell me what to do" he slightly growled. I breathily sighed. "I- yes- please" I managed to groan. He chuckled lowly.

"That's not telling me anything" he sang. "Love me" I whined. "Always" he looked at me in adoration, observing me almost. He plopped me on my bed then came to hover over me. I reacted by flipping him over and straddling his hips, having snapped from my lusted daze.

"You promise you're okay with this" he said in slight nervousness. I chuckled a little. "I promise" I declare.

His fingertips dance along the hem of my shirt before he started sliding it off, revealing a lacey black bra underneath.

I pull his shirt off and shove him back onto the pillows. Our mouths meet, rhythmically setting my mind in motions, fuzzing, frizzing, seemingly epiphanic.

He sat up, leaving my lips. His hands caressed my back as he started kissing up my torso, stopping at my sternum. He stared up at me as his hands fumbled with clasp of my bra.

I kissed him, his hands pausing for a moment. I grasped his hair, tugging slightly on his red locks. He groaned. My hips rolled against his, snapping forward gently. His hands flew to my hips as his breath hitched. "Did I do something? Are you okay?" I asked.

"No, no, you're doing all the right things" he breathed out.