Denki X BNHA males

Kirikamibaku-Cry

Im going to be using writing as a coping mechanism for a while bc it helps.
So you guys might be getting loads of updates :) yay~

TW: underage drinking, alcohol , mention of SH, SH, mention of abuse, hint of SA, mention of depression.

IDK if the plot all sticks right or if it makes sense lol..

So hah-enjoy;
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No ones POV

Denki hums quietly to himself looking at the empty bottle in his hand, and around the wrecked room with a chuckle.

Arm aching, and stinging with the familiar pain, from his earlier breakdown, blood drying, or rushing from the self inflicted wounds.

A sudden feeling of sadness washed over him as he stood up, stumbling he walked towards the window sniffling as he looked out it, the beautiful dark sky blurred with his unshed tears.

A sigh escaped from him, as he harshly wiped the tears away, with a click of his tongue he tossed the bottle to the side, turning away from the beautiful night sky.

"big boys don' cry. " the 16year old spoke quietly, rolling his eyes. "fucking pathetic. " he grunts, making his way towards the kitchen, the itching in his arms continued.

It was screaming, begging for the boy to scratch it, to give it some relief.

So he complied who was he to ignore it?

He brought his hand up scratching at the wounds, roughly causing them to continue bleeding, and sting much worse, he let out a relieved sigh as the need and itch stopped.

Once he reaches the kitchen after the tiny episode, he reached inside the fridge pulling out a beer opening it he took a drink, the taste not bothering him as much as it did before.

Denki grumbled quietly, stumbling his way back towards the living room kicking the fridge shut.

"fucking stupid ass! " a voice huffed, "what the fuck did you do? " the voice spoke again, Denki curiously looked at the front door, Bakugo and Kirishima standing there looking shocked.

"the fuck are you doing Kaminari! Is that beer?! " Kirishima made his way over towards the younger, avoiding the wrecked floor.

Kirishima reached Denki and pulled the bottle from his hand, "what the hell happened?! Your bleeding, gosh kami. " he brought his other hand up caressing the newly forming bruise on Denkis face.

"Dad got's mad. " he shrugs and wacks Kirishimas hand away, turning around he continued his way to the living room, "tol'em not ta touch me. " he grumbled, his speech obviously slurred, he drank quit a bit.

"touch you? " Bakugo asked as he followed the boy, letting out a breathy 'holy shit' at the destroyed living room.

" grabbed my bum, asked to fuck, said no. " Denki groaned rolling his eyes as he plopped on the broken couch, " 'till conti'ued to grab my bum and thighs tho. " he hummed, a feeling of tiredness rushing over him as he laid his head back, he giggled suddenly "welcome to mi'casa" .

"what the fuck baby. " Bakugo grumbled, watching as Kirishima made his way towards the drunken boy a first aid kit in hand, and a bottle of water.

"here baby drink this. " Kirishima tried to hand the bottle bottle of water, but he just swayed it away, "No. Drink Kaminari, I'm serious. Now. " he glared at the boy.

Denki whined opening his eyes, "No. Go 'way. " he grumbled, " 'm sleepy. G'nna sleep. " he closed his eyes again.

Kirishima rolled his eyes and decided to just clean the boys wounds first.

Bakugo plopped next to Denki frowning deeply, watching as the yellow haired boy didn't flinch as his wounds were cleaned and wrapped.

"don't do this shit again, Kaminari. You hear me? You feel this way, or your old man does some shit like that again you call me alright! " He finally spoke, grabbing Denkis hands, "We're your boyfriends, Kami fucking talk to us. Okay?" Bakugo continued, "I may be a fucking asshole sometimes but that doesn't mean shit. You and Kiri matter to me. I hate it seeing you like this. I swear. " he frowned, he wanted to kill Denkis dad for trying shit like that with his lover.

Kirishima nodded a hand settled on Denkis knee. " please do. Me and Kat's are here baby. " he said squeezing his knee lightly. Denki lifted his head and looked at the two, "I know. " he spoke a pout on his lips , as he looked at the two with his half lidded eyes, " 'm sorry" he grunted.

Kirishima sighed grabbing the bottle of water he opened it putting it up to the pouty lips of his drunken lover "drink".

Denki opened his mouth and allowed his boyfriend to help him drink the water.

He still couldn't shake the feeling from earlier . He was so scared when his father wouldn't stop making sexual comments, he never thought his father would act on them, after his father stormed out, leaving the boy to breakdown and throw things around.

The broken couch from the harsh way his dad shoved him, and beat him.

The dread and sadness filled the boy again as he teared up, hiccuping.

He looked out at the sky again frowning, he sighed because everytime he looked at the sky it was blurry. Blurred by his tears. Blocking the beautiful view.

Everything in his life was limited or blocked or withheld because of his own sadness. His own depression held him captive, silencing him, holding him in place.

Even if the world moved around him he couldn't.

Though his lovers helped that.

Whenever they were around his world wasn't so grey and blurred anymore, it was beautiful, colourful and clear.

The wilted flowers would spring to life.

Regain its beautiful color.

All because of them.

"love? "

'love'

He loved that nickname, it filled him with warmth. Comfort, especially spoken from his loves lips. Those beautiful lips. Those beautiful soft, soft pinkish red lips of his lovers.

"you can cry. Stop trying to hold it back. " Kirishima whispered, bringing his hands up he cupped Denkis face in his hands.

And just like that.

Tears spilled from Denkis eyes.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The rain following soon after.

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The end.

IDK why but I love the concept of using the weather with the way a character is feeling for some reason lol.