𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 || 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

Jar Of Hearts

TW: this will have self harm in his and attempted sewers slide.  You all may not like it, but I've had to deal with these situations before. Drug addicts/narcissist will do anything to get a reaction, especially when they feel like their world is crumbling. Do not fall for their manipulation, if they hurt themselves it's not your fault. I had to tell myself this for years(thanks dad).

Everyone nearly jumped out of their own skin when they heard a banging on the door. Mina fell off the couch, as Y/N head bumped Kirishima's chin, biting her tongue. It took everything in her not to scream out in pain, but Bakugou's voice nearly made her heart stop. 

"KIRISHIMA HELP! I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT I NEED YOUR HELP, PLEASE." 

"g-get in the closet," Kirishima pushed you up, pointing at the closet. Mina scrambled behind you, closing the door behind the two of you. 

Kirishima walked up to the door, zipping up his jacket as he unlocked the door. Bakugou wasted no time in barging in his best friends home. He was breathing heavy, his eyes blood shot, and no shock, a bit of powder in his nose. "I-I don't know how, or why but someone released the footage from my camera's, s-s-s-omeone hacked my s-s-system and now I'm ruined. I've lost millions of followers, I-I'm getting harassed online and in my car. What do I do? What the fuck do I even do?!"

"I-um, you cold make an apology video like the infuencers?"

"I'M NOT AN INFLUENCER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I'M A ROCKSTAR THAT'S GETTING SWARMED BY CANCEL CULTURE!"

Kirishima stood there for a moment, should he really support him? After all the times he's ruined his life, should he even try to help him at this point? 

"You know Bakugou, karma sure does know how to bite people in the ass." He laughed, "Oh, this is great, y'know? You ruined my relationship, you ruined Y/N' life and now look at you, a pathetic drug addict getting canceled after all this time." 

"W-What?" Bakugou looked at Kirishima, confusion was all over his face before it clicked, "Did you? You're my best fucking friend, I got you your dream fucking job and got rid of that stupid fucking whore and this is how you repay me?!"

"Y/N isn't a fucking whore, she made a mistake, like everyone else has. Being associated with you, Katsuki."

"You fucking bitch." he spat, his hand bawling into a fist as he swung as Kirishima, but he easily dodged. Even with Bakugou all coked up, he trained too long and too hard to let a crackhead lay a finger on him. 

Kirishima swung, hitting Bakugou directly in the jaw, "This is for not asking for my consent," he yelled, "And this is for ruining Y/N." he said as he swung back to back, "You're nothing but a manipulator, a fucking narcissist! You never cared about me, or anyone else's feelings! I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you so fucking much!" Kirishima couldn't hold back his tears, even when letting out all of his frustration he couldn't stop himself from being so sad. The dreamed future he wanted so bad was ruined, all because of him. And he'll never say sorry. 

"Get out of my house, now." He growled, looking down at the blond who had blood pouring from his nose. "I fucking hate you and never want to see you again."  Kirishima turned around, wiping Bakugou's blood on his jacket. He was pacing back and forth, not once looking at Bakugou.

"The only fucking way I'm leaving is in a fucking body bag." he spat his blood onto the floor. Kirishima turned to see Bakugou held a switch blade in his hand, he gritted his teeth, "First Misa just fucking diasappears, now you decide to ruin my fucking life and leave?! You don't get to make that fucking choice Kirshima. I made you, you owe your fucking fame to ME!" 

"Bakugou, drop the knife man! You need help!" Kirishima took a step closer to him, hands up  as if he was trying to tame a beast. "You don't need to do this."

"Why not?! It's not like I'll have anything after this! I lost everyone, I'm losing all of my fucking fame! And it's your fault!"

"So what if it is Bakugou? You're going to kill yourself like a fucking pussy and not deal with the consequences of your own actions?!" Y/N snapped, "You started all of this, you got hooked on drugs, you ruined your best friends relationship for fucking fame. It would be different if you actually worked your ass off, without fucking everyone else over but you didn't." Y/N held her phone in her hands, the cops were already on the phone listening to the whole conversation.  

"And I get it, it took two to fucking cheat, I'm at fault too, but you blew it way out of portion just so you could get fame. Did you even stop to consider Kirishima's feelings? You made him look stupid to the whole fucking world, and had everyone want me dead. Would you of even cared if I died? Or does that not matter to you?" You didn't even give Bakugou a chance to speak,

"Don't even answer that, we all know your fucking answer. You only care about yourself."

Bakugou looked at Kirishima, then Y/n, back and forth until his eyes landed on Y/N for the last time. "You fucking bitch." he yelled, the knife was now pointing at you as he charged, you could've sworn you seen your life flash through your eyes as he got closer. Kirishima thought fast, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over Bakugou, before pulling him back towards him. He twisted the fabric tight, kicking at the back of Bakugou's leg making him fall to the floor. Krishima kneeled on his back, pulling Bakugou's arms to his side in an attempted to get the knife away from him. But he managed to cut his hand up from losing grip on the knife. He held the blade in his hand tightly, yelling out swears and squirming the best he could, but Kirishima was nothing but muscle, while Bakugou wasn't what he used to be. He was still toned, but nowhere near Kirishima. 

"Bakugou, just stop. When will you ever just fucking stop?" kirishima sounded defeated. "What will hurting yourself even do? The damage has already been done." 

Y/N walked up to Kirishima, tears in her eyes as she looked down at Bakugou who's head was covered. Kirishima managed to make him look like he was a ghost, just covered in blood and in a drug rage. "Bakugou, you need help."

"Don't fucking talk to me you stupid bitch. You're nothing but a fucking whore. What did you do to get him back, huh? Let him fuck you in the ass like you let me? Or did you give him head?" he let out a laugh, "What am I even saying, we all know Kirishima is basically a fucking conservative virgin. Did you actually lose your virginity or did you see her tits and fucking cry in the corner?" 

Kirishima looked at Y/N, disgust on his face at every insult Bakugou spewed. "I-" there was a knock on the door, and Y/N didn't even question it, she only opened the door, allowing the cops to enter Kiri's home. 

"What in the hell happened?" Midoryia asked, his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at Kirishima, "Is that Bakugou?"

"Y-Yeah," he muttered, "He has a knife, tried to hurt himself then seen Y/N and tried to attack her and here we are now." 

Midoryia shook his head, "Thank you for restraining him," he stated, walking over and taking his handcuffs out. "Please go to Iida and fill out a police report, all of you." he said, looking at Mina who slowly crept out of the closet, she was sniffling and her eyes were red. 

"Will do," 

Second to last chapter, which sucks bc I intended to have more smut in this between Bakugou and Y/N. Oh well. :)