Bakugo's Breaking Point ‐ Completed

Part 23

Katsuki stood in the doorway, staring at Kirishima. He wanted more than anything to run up and hug him. To throw his arms around Kirishima's neck and whisper in his ear, tell him to stop crying because everything will be okay. But overall, he just wanted to tell Kirishima that he loved him. But he couldn’t. Katsuki was frozen in place, and he didn’t know why. Once again, he just sat and watched his friend break down and cry, not doing anything. It wasn’t until Mitsuki nudged him forward a bit, did Katsuki’s feet move. He took two steps forward before practically falling into Kirishima, wrapping his arms around his neck like he was the last person on earth. Within seconds, Kirishima’s arms found their way around Katsuki's waist, pulling him closer till they were pressed tightly against each other. Katsuki held on tightly, not wanting to let go. He was afraid that if he did, he would lose the only other person that cared about him. Also, Kirishima had buried his face in Katsuki's shoulder and was crying softly.

After Kirishima had calmed down, and the two stopped hugging, Mr. Nezu started the meeting. Katsuki knew what it was about. It was about him. The adults were talking about his situation and what they were going to do to make sure it doesn’t happen again. That’s why the sweet, young lady with short brown hair was here. Katlyn was her name. She was the new therapist at UA, brought in just for Katsuki. Which is kind of weird if you think about it. The whole thing was weird and really freaked Katsuki out. Which he hadn’t noticed until he felt Kirishima’s hand on top of his. Katsuki grabbed Kirishima’s hand and shot him one of the fakest smiles he could ever put on. Things were easier if he was there, they always had been. Katsuki focused on a small black dot on the wall behind Mr. Nezu, because if he focused on the conversation, he felt like hyperventilating. The last thing he wanted to do in front of everyone was look like a complete freak.

An hour must have passed by the time they started asking questions directed towards him, an hour of staring at the dot, an hour of cutting off Kirishima’s hand circulation, an hour of jackhammering his leg and shaking the whole room. He still didn’t listen to the questions fully; they were mostly just yes or no questions. So, he would nod his head or shake it occasionally, still staring at the dot. At some point, Mr. Nezu had told them they could go, but the thought of leaving his mom scared Katsuki. He didn't want to lose her too. It felt like he had just gotten her back, so he did the only reasonable thing there was to do. He laid his head in his lap and cried. Mitsuki was off her chair and hugging him faster than a bullet train. She sat on the floor stroking his hair as he once again sobbed like a helpless infant.

“Hey baby,” she said softly in his ear, “it's going to be okay. Okay? I'll call you every night, and we can talk till the early morning hours if you need to. I promise I'll always be here, no more growing rifts between us, alright.” Katsuki nodded his head, which was buried in her shoulder. He could feel everyone staring, and that made him sob harder. Now all the teachers would know he’s a loser that acts like a child and they would all judge him, or that’s what he thought. But he felt two new sets of arms around him, and when he looked over, he noticed it was Mr. Aizawa and Kirishima, which made him want to cry even harder, but Katsuki bit his tongue and tried to steady his breathing.

“You okay, kid?” Mr. Aizawa asked after Katsuki had calmed down and pulled away from everyone. He nodded his head and wiped his eyes. Mr. Aizawa smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, patting him slightly before leaving the room to go back to his class. Katlyn talked to Katsuki for a bit. She gave him some tips on how to keep calm and how to keep from freaking out. He said goodbye to his mother, and then him and Kirishima made the long walk back to the dorms. Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Nezu had excused them from any remaining classes for that day.

Kirishima and Katsuki walked in silence the whole way back, not really knowing what to say. What do you say after that? Katsuki wanted to apologize so bad, but every time he tried, he couldn’t say anything. So, he stayed silent. Kirishima had things to say, too, but it just didn’t feel like it was time yet.  It wasn’t until the two had reached their dorm rooms did Katsuki say something. Kirishima had started to open the door to his dorm, probably wanting to escape Katsuki, and who would blame him, he wanted to run too.

“Wait,” Katsuki said, staring at the floor. Now is the only time he would be able to say this without fear of anyone over hearing, “I, I’m sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for always being rude to you guys and calling you names. I thought that if I said all those mean things, you guys would leave me alone, because I,” Katsuki clenched and unclenched his fist, to keep from crying, “I deserve to be alone. I deserve to die alone. I've done nothing but hurt you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn’t die, I'm sorry that I made you worry, that I made you cry. You deserve better. Way better and if you,” Katsuki dropped his voice to a whisper because if talked anymore, he was going to cry, and the thought of crying again made him sick, “and if you, h-hate me, that’s fine. I hate me t...” Katsuki couldn’t finish his sentence because the next thing he knows, Kirishima’s hand are cupping his face, and he’s kissing him. It took him by surprise for a moment, but the soft warmth that accompanied Kirishima’s lips pushed him back from the ledge, and he wrapped his arms around Kirishima's waist and kissed back. How could he not? He loved him.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima said, pulling away and whispering in his ear. He could almost hear the smile in his voice, “I could never hate you. I love you too much. I didn’t realize that till I couldn’t have you,” Katsuki was smiling and blushing so hard at this point. Kirishima had placed his hands on Katsuki's shoulders so he could look him in the eyes. His face was probably as equally red, and his smile reached from ear to ear, “I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed seeing your angry pout or hearing your silly nicknames. The last couple days without you have been a literal hell for me,” Kirishima rested his forehead against Katsuki’s dropping his voice to a whisper again, “so don’t go saying those things. I will never hate you, and anyone who tells you any different, I will street fight.” Katsuki chuckled and mouthed a thank you. Kirishima winked and kissed him one more time before disappearing into his room. Katsuki stumbled backwards, sliding down the wall, laughing to himself in disbelief, this was the last thing he had expected. But he loved it and he never wanted it to end.

A/n: Thank you guys so much for sticking through to the end and dealing with the cringe. Im working on a second part where i'll be focusing more on KiriBaku. So ya. Have a nice day loves :)