Oblivious\\ KamiBaku

4

❌TW SELF HARM MENTIONS!!!❌

"There.. I'll go get you some pain meds for your mouth.. where are they?" Denki questioned as he laid a blanket over the wasted boy, his hands fidgeting anxiously as he watched over Bakugo's sloppy state. The blond was laying sprawled out on his back on the living room couch, as Denki didn't want to go into the others room to put the boy to bed without permission.

"..in my room, locked drawer.." Bakugo whispered, his eyes closed tightly because of the light that was hurting his eyes. He reaches over to the coffee table, blindly searching for his keys. The other boy smiled as he watched Bakugo's fingers fumble around. He handed them to Denki as he heard the clink of metal when they touched his nails.

Denki grabbed the keys from Bakugo and stood up, walking to the blonds bedroom swiftly, trying not to cause Bakugo pain any longer than needed. Bakugo had forgotten about what was in the drawer until he heard Denki gasp quietly through the opened door."Shit!" Bakugo exclaimed sitting up and then standing, watching as Denki stood still, looking in the drawer. The blond dashed to the other and grabbed Denki's shoulder, pulling him back before shutting the drawer with a loud slam.

"Why so fucking many.." Denki said in disbelief, his face was twisted into a shocked expression, Bakugo's eyes tearing up.

"I'm sorry.." Bakugo didn't even know why he was apologizing, the empty boxes that were labelled Razor Blades had been there since before Denki had even been hired.

Denki's arms wrapped around Bakugo's waist making him tense and hold his breath. "Don't cry.. fuck Kat.." Denki knew how Bakugo felt, having enough scars of his own to make his heart pound with empathy. Bakugo let out small sobs, clearly still drunk.

Bakugo soon relaxed, reaching behind Denki to grab the bottle of Ibuprofen he had sent the other to grab. "Found em.." Bakugo chuckled his teary eyes squinting as he smiled, his throat raw and aching.

The boys soon separated from the embrace, Bakugo now laying in his bed on his stomach, with Denki sitting next to him. Bakugo let out satisfied noises as Denki's fingers curled in his hair, sliding through his spikey blond hair. "Why'd you go out anyways?" Denki whispered, it being 4 am at this point. "I wanted to get my mind off of something.. I only know a few ways of doing that and going out seemed to be the best but instead I got throat fucked by some prostitute who just tried to pick pocket me.." Bakugo had only slightly sobered up, making his words sound funny as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, blondy.." Denki whispered, stopping a small chuckle from leaving his mouth. He knew Bakugo was talking about him when he said he needed to get over something but he tried to be a friend instead of someone taking advantage of a drunk rich guy.

Bakugo rolled onto his back, his head landing in Denki's lap, his blood red eyes staring up at the others yellow ones. "Why do you have to be so pretty.." bakugo whispered under his breath just audible enough for Denki to blush.

"Why do you have to be such a dork?" Denki whispered back, leaning closer to Bakugo jokingly. Bakugo then surprised Denki by grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down so their lips would meet, unsurprisingly Bakugo tasted of cheap alcohol but it didn't make Denki hesitate to kiss back, taking Bakugo's cheeks into his hands and kissing him back with slightly less force that Bakugo had been.

Bakugo swiped his tongue along the others bottom lip, hoping to continue the kiss. Denki pulled away to Bakugo's disappointment. "You're drunk.." Denki spoke through desperate pants, almost frightened at what had happened.

"Please.." Bakugo whined and sat up, turning to lay his forehead on Denki's shoulder.

"How about we can cuddle and we.. we can talk about this in the morning.." Denki was scared of letting this go too far, not wanting Bakugo to resent him or leave him jobless over something Bakugo had initiated.