Denki X BNHA males

kirikamibaku-Talk.

It kinda gets straight to the point lol
I'm also severely sleep deprived, so hah, enjoy the Shit writing :))

TW:Sh mentioned, talk of suicide attempt, past abuse, slight panic attack / anxiety attack .

No ones P. O. V

Denki nervously bounced his leg sitting infront of his two lovers, who were sitting on the loveseat infront of him. A certain box sat on the table, one the blonde knew very well and thought he hid securely, it made his mind wonder if the two were looking for it, like they looked to confirm certain thoughts they had.

"Kaminari. We need to talk. I think you know why.. " Kirishima started after the deafening silence grew, and it was obvious Bakugo wouldn't start the conversation, nor would the other blonde.

Denki looked away from Bakugos piercing glare and nodded , feeling too weak to speak.

Kirishima looked between Bakugo and Denki, lightly slapping Bakugos leg to get him to stop glaring at the younger.

Bakugo shook his head and looked away finding the wall to be interesting.

Kirishima cleared his throat picking up the box he opened it pulling out a couple razors. "Kami. Why do you have these? "

"shaving. " it was a shit lie, considering the razors obviously belonged to pencil sharpeners. Some were old and rusty, not like he cared, what helps, helps. Wither it could cause really bad infections or not.

"try again Denki. " Bakugo growled looking him in the eyes, not giving him the time to speak, he continued "fucking we aren't dumb, admit it. You harmed yourself! It's obviously thats what this shit is. What I wanna know is, how.fucking.long, and why! " he said, growling the last part slowly.

"why do you care?! " Denki snapped glaring at the two, more or so towards Bakugo. "it's not like you'd even understand! You probably just think I'm crazy! " he grumbled standing up, causing the other two to stand as well

"don't run Denki, and sit down! Wither you run or not we'll still end up having this conversation! Now sit. " Kirishima said, slowly approaching the blonde, whose breathing was beginning to pick up.

"Breath baby, deep breaths okay? C'mon." Kirishima muttered into his ear after pulling him into his arms. Kirishima rubbed his back in small slow circles. "you don't want to have an attack hun. So deep breaths yeah? "he continued.

Bakugo looked on worried about both problems, him self harming, and the possibility of him having an attack. But he hid it being stubborn, he decided to just watch unless it got out of hand.

Kirishima exaggerated his breathing, taking a deep and loud breath, he had the younger follow and take one as well, muttering small words of encouragement until Denki was calm again, Kirishima sat him down patting his back.

"you know we have to have this conversation Kami." he started, he motioned for Bakugo to sit, which he did watching intently hands strung together, he hated this conversation as much as anyone else would, he hated he had to have this conversation with his lover.

"this relationship is built on truth, love, commitment and communication. Yet you've yet to be completely honest, and haven't told us any troubles you've had. Nor of this...unhealthy coping mechanism. Tell us. -"

"tell you what.. Huh? That I harm myself because I think that's pretty fucking obvious Ejiro." he grumbled his head hung low as he glared at the ground, he pulled and fiddled with the loose strings of his sweater.

"the truth. Why did you start? Have you told anyone? Has it gotten worse, or is it actually getting better? Just-.. anything Denki. " Bakugo spoke up leaning forward, trying to look Denki in the eyes. "look at me. " he whispered, Denki looked up a little at him meeting his eyes, "we aren't doing this- sitting you down.- to fuck with you, or to get on to you, yell at you or whatever. We're- we're worried Denks. I'M worried. How far has this gone -"