My hero academia oneshots

Kiribaku- nightmares

TW: mentioned suicide

(A/n) this is another darker one, sry. I guess I'm just feeling angsty. If suicide is a triggering topic for you, you might want to read something else. Please take care of yourself 

 Kirishima was up the moment he heard Bakugou gasping. Something was wrong. Glancing over, he half expected the blond to be facing off against a villain- his hard breathing a result of a difficult fight. However, even in the dim light filtering through the hotel window, Kirishima could tell Bakugou's eyes were closed. He was still asleep. He might be tossing and turning, gasping for breath with his face drawn tight, but he was still asleep.

Kirishima instantly reached over, placing a hesitant hand on the blond's bare shoulder. Kirishima knew his friend didn't like being seen as weak, he knew Bakugou hated being offered help. But Bakugou was clearly suffering, and Kirishima couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Especially because Bakugou was taking up more than his fair share of the bed, and he was at serious risk of accidentally exploding the sheets.

"Bakubro?" Kirishima asked, shaking lightly on Bakugou's shoulder. At the slight touch, Bakugou bolted upright, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?" Kirishima noted the sweat sticking to Bakugou's skin, the familiar scent of nitroglycerin filling the hotel room. It took Bakugou a moment to come back to the present, his eyes locked on an unseen terror. It took Bakugou even longer to answer, finally snapping back, though he sounded panicked rather than angry.

"What the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair? I'm fine." He said between pants, his bare chest still rising and falling in an uneven pattern.

"What do you mean? Aizawa paired us up for rooming on the trip, but when we got here there was only one bed..." Kirishima looked concerned. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't look okay."

"I'm fine." Bakugou insisted, though he still looked a little frazzled. "It was just a nightmare, nothing to concern your ridiculously small brain with."

Kirishima still didn't believe him, but let the topic slide. The two fell back asleep, Bakugou pointedly facing opposite Kirishima on the bed. Kirishima tried to reassure himself. Bakugou was fine.

The next time Kirishima woke up to Bakugou tossing around, having another nightmare, he was less convinced. This time the blond was muttering something unintelligible, a mash of Don't and get away and don't do this. Each segment was cut off, and Kirishima couldn't quite tell what was before or after it.

Again, Kirishima reached for Bakugou's shoulder, shaking him slightly. This time the blond didn't wake up entirely, instead stilling and rolling over. Kirishima could only assume whatever nightmare that had been plaguing Bakugou had ended, and he had returned to semi peaceful dreams. Kirishima did his best to follow suit, but found sleep evading him.

What was worrying Bakugou so much? He was clearly frazzled, and he'd clearly had the nightmare before. How often had he had it? Kirishima bit his lip as he worried, hardening it to keep his shark teeth from puncturing skin. The nightmare was probably something hero-related, class 1-a had gone through a lot of traumatic experiences at the hands of both villains and their school. Bakugou more so than most, Kirishima realized with a sickening feeling. The other had been kidnapped by the LOV, and still hadn't told anyone what he'd gone through.

Kirishima tried to put his worries out of his mind, there wasn't anything he could do in the moment. He did his best to try and sleep, but soon Bakugou began murmuring again.

It started out as soft mutters. Don't, Please- and Stop. Kirishima shuddered to think of what the league must have done. But then Bakugou muttered something else, and it all fell into place. Deku, Bakugou whispered, his eyes still shut. Deku, don't.

Kirishima about Bakugou and Midoriya's past, but he knew it hadn't been good. Bakugou hadn't told him much, but Kirishima knew he'd bullied the greenette. Kirishima knew that Bakugou had bit his lip when he first told Kirishima about his bullying, and Kirishima knew that meant it had to be bad.

Bakugou hadn't told him much more, until he came to Kirishima sans his usual bold demeanor. 'Do you ever think about death, Kiri?' He'd asked, 'Do you ever think about sucide?' Kirishima hadn't known what to say at first. Bakugou had started crying, it was the only time Kirishima had seen him cry. Piece by piece, his story came out– the things he said and the regrets that still plagued him.

Bakugou hadn't mentioned nightmares, though. Kirishima shook Bakugou's shoulder, watching as his crimson eyes shot open. Without warning, Kirishima hugged him. Like last time, Bakugou took a moment to regain his senses. When he did, though, he didn't shove Kiri off like expected. Instead, he relaxed into his friend's arms, burying his face in the crook of Kirishima's neck.

"It's okay Bakubro, you're safe now. Midoriya is too." Kirishima whispered, holding Bakugou close. Bakugou nodded, his face still hidden. Kirishima felt tears against his neck, and he said any comfort he could think of.

Kirishima wasn't sure how long they sat like that– in the middle of a shared hotel bed, in the dark, Bakugou crying into Kirishima's shoulder. Bakugou finally pulled away, sniffing.

"Thanks, Shitty Hair. Means a lot." It wasn't much, but knowing Bakugou's pride it seemed almost monumental. Bakugou slipped under the covers and turned away.

"No problem bro, I'll always be here for you if you need it." Kirishima was thankful that Bakugou couldn't see him blushing.