2 am Explosions

Worry

( only trigger warning I will probably give in this book because as said before I give you one at the beginning of the book but this is a pretty big one Tigger warning: rape)

~ Bakugous pov~

There we were shitty hair staring me down looking fucking pissed and he was yelling I tried to avoid eye contact. There was no way in hell I would ever admit it out loud but I was scared. I hated yelling and who I thought was probably the kindest person I'd ever meet looked so pissed and he was pissed because of me. when I looked back his face instantly went to one of shock? pitty? sadness? he reached out and cupped my cheek "you're crying.." he said in a soft tone worry I thought for a moment. the last time I had thought someone was worried I was hurt even more. 

( I was walking home one night the summer right before the start of 8th grade it was late I had gone to the arcade with some friends and by the time I had started walking home it was already dark I tried to stay out of the house till it got dark so I only had to deal with a few hours of my moms yelling. I could feel someone watching me? No. following me. I turned to see who when all of a sudden I hit the ground. The next thing I knew someone was helping me up. It was a boy with brown fluffy hair, kinda plain-looking he looked not too much older than me 14 or 15 maybe. "Are you ok?" he asked with a look of worry "I'm fucking amazing" I grumbled as I dusted myself off with that he let out a nervous chuckle with a matching half-smile. "is kinda late to be walking all alone out here." the boy piped up with the half-smile back to the look of worry "yeah, well then what are you doing out here?" I scoffed back  "Oh uhh my house is just around the corner, but I could walk you home or we could hang out." he said placing his hand on my shoulder still with a trace of worry. I glared at the older and shrugged his hand off my shoulder "I'm fine" I hissed at him. Well, that so-called worry wasn't about my safety; No. It was the worry of being caught, the older had thrown me against the ally wall and scoffed  "oh, but it wasn't a question." he started ripping off my clothes and before I knew it I was sobbing for it to stop as I tried to launch explosions at the guy but it didn't seem to bother him. No. it made him want to even more. He kept going "I'll stop when I'm finished slut" he growled in response to the begging, of it to end)

~no one pov~ 

He started to breathe heavily as all the memories came flooding in,  gripped his shirt, and continued to sob for what seemed to be 5 hours for the blond but in reality, it was less than 5 minutes. the redhead looked around to see if anyone had seen what had happened knowing that if someone did it would surlily break the blonde's pride. Once he confirmed there was no one saw he guided the now sniffling Bakugou who was half-heartedly yelling at him that he was fine and to fuck off, into his room and shut the door, when he heard the water still running he ran to turn it off then made his way back to the blonde who was now sitting on the floor with his knees o his chest. The redhead had no clue what was happening he's never seen his friend like this, the great mighty king explosion murder, was crying into his knees in front of shitty hair not only his so-called best friend but his crush as he realized this his face went red and he yelled at the redhead to get out of his room and to leave him alone. "Bakugo I'm not gonna leave you here like this." The redhead squatted down in front of him trying to make eye contact with the red-faced sniffling blonde. "Fuck of Kirishima," he said still without the normal venom in his voice. in all truth all Bakugo wanted right now was a hug from the redhead and for him to tell him it was ok and that I was all just a bad dream and in the past.

ahh ok this was really short and I've rewritten it like 15 times so ima just publish it now