Flowers (krbkdk angst soulmate au)

14

“Are you awake?” Bakugo whispered. Midoriya shifted next to him, mumbling a small ‘mostly’ back to him. “I know it’s a bad time but…” Bakugo went silent, not sure how to say it.

“Is it… Do you want to hurt yourself?” Midoriya whispered back, noticing Bakugo’s mood. Bakugo nodded. “Do you want a distraction? Or I can go grab the list Aizawa made,” Midoriya said frantically.

“Just hold me. Please.”

Midoriya nodded, sitting up and pulling the boy into his arms. Bakugo seemed nearly limp when Midoriya moved him, fully pliant as he sunk into his boyfriend’s chest. Midoriya’s arms gently wrapped around Bakugo’s back.

“Tighter,” Bakugo whispered. “Just hold me so tight that I can’t move. As tight as you can. So I can’t run. And so I can’t think of anything else.”

“Okay, Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered back, tightening his grip around his boyfriend. And Bakugo, held on tight back. If he let go, he might try to run, so he held on tighter. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Not now. Later,” He mumbled.

Bakugo tried apologizing. For what, he didn’t know, but he tried anyway. He was just met by ‘shh’s from Midoriya, trying to tell him to not apologize - that he had nothing to apologize for. They held each other for what felt like hours, until they were both so tired that they could barely keep on holding each other. Bakugo’s grip began to falter as he began dozing off, but no matter how tired Midoriya got, he did not let go of his boyfriend.

When they woke up the next morning, Midoriya was still holding Bakugo just as tight as he had been the previous night, even through his sleep.

Once they had both awoken, Midoriya carefully asked, “Do you want to talk about it now?”

With a nod, Bakugo began speaking. “I don’t know why it happened then, just… I was honestly scared of what I… What I might have done… if I hadn’t woken you up.”

“Was it self-harm or…something else?” Midoriya asked.

“Self-harm. But worse than usual… like, I kept on thinking I had to go deeper, and that I had to do it somewhere more visible or else none of it’s actually real. Or else I’m not sick enough to get help.”

“I’m glad you woke me up, Kacchan. Thank you.”

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Back staying at Kirishima’s house, both Kirishima and Bakugo had woken up much  too early to actually get out of bed, especially since it was a weekend, but they both knew they stood no chance of falling back asleep.

“Tell me more about Myrrh and Ray,” Bakugo said, breaking the silence.

“Really?” Kirishima said excitedly, immediately pulling himself up to a sitting position. He really enjoyed sharing stories he had made himself, but sometimes got worried that others didn’t feel the same or didn’t want to listen to them, so he rarely shared them without being asked.

“And I’m sitting in your lap now,” Bakugo added, placing himself on top of Kirishima’s legs, leaning back into Kirishima’s chest, and holding his boyfriend’s hands together in front of his stomach as Kirishima continued telling the story.

The second gravestone he told Myrrh about was Harriet. She had been Ray’s grandmother, Caitlin’s mom. When Ray was young, Caitlin and Harriet would always play a duet together when Ray or any of his siblings couldn’t sleep, Caitlin on the violin and Harriet on the piano. When Caitlin had died, Harriet began teaching Raymond how to play the violin part of the duet. Now that Raymond had died, the violin was the only thing he could still touch without falling straight through it.