just a bunch of panic/anxiety attacks

Oopsie.

characters: (little) bakugou, (care giver) kiri
tw: mention of blood and knives, panic attack
desc: little boom boy has an accident (they have their own house. i need to start saying that more often-)

Kiri pov.

"I don wanna!!"
"Kat you have to go to bed. We have school tomorrow."
"Can we jus missss"
"No Kat, Aizawa will get upset. Cmon, let's get you in bed."
"Finee"
"Thank you."

I finally convinced him to go to sleep. We had been going back and forth for 30 minutes.

"If Daddy lays next to you will you go to sleep?"
"Mhmn"
"Okay, come on."

I let him in my bed and the moment my head hit the pillow i blacked out.

Katsuki pov.

I woke up next to him, still in my little gear. I quickly got up and walked over to the wardrobe to change. I picked grey sweats and a black tank top.
I put all my toys from earlier away and cleaned up the milk i spilt. Eijirou was still sleep on the bed, i wonder when the last time he slept was.

"Mmm.. Baby.."
"Yes?"
"Why'd you leave..?"
"I'll be back in a second, i'm cleaning up."
"Mmm okay.."

I quickly walked downstairs and put the empty bottles in the sink. Unfortunately, one of the bottles landed on a knife, causing it to spring back at me and scrape me across my arm. The second it made impact i screamed louder than i expected and started slipping into little space.

Kiri pov (sorryyyy)

I was just about to go back to sleep when i heard the loudest scream i've heard from Katsuki. I got up from the bed and ran downstairs to see him sobbing uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood, on the floor.

"Baby? Oh shit! Uh- what happened!"
"Daddyyyy!!!" Oh shit he's little.
"Hey, can you tell me what happened while daddy gets some stuff?"
"I-i was trying to pwt da bottl in sink buh knife slip an hit me!" I grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and put pressure onto his arm.
"Alright i get it. You think you could calm down for daddy?"

He screamed even louder from the pressure on his arm and started breathing irregularly.

"Kat, look at me. You're gonna be okay baby. It's just a little accident. I'm gonna bandage you up and you'll be okay."
"I-it's so mwch bw-bwood!!"
"I know I know. Pay attention to me, don't look at that for right now."

The bleeding finally stopped but he was still breathing loudly and frantically.

"Baby breathe slowly. It's alright."
"Nooooo!! It hwrts!! D-daddy!!"

I put antibiotics on his arm, making him cry loudly and breathe even faster. I wrapped his arm and picked him up off of the floor.

"Baby you need to calm down.."
"D-daddy i- it hwrts!! I-i cwnt breathe!"
"Shhh. I promise you you're going to be okay. It's just a small cut that'll heal up and become a cool scar!"

He perked up at that, but then quickly went back to panic mode, starting to hyperventilate. I walked him up the stairs into the bathroom so he didn't get blood on anything else.
I set him down inside of the tub and got in with him. Almost immediately he put himself against my chest and wrapped his legs wrapped around me.

"Alright, look at me baby. I need you to breathe. Not breathing won't do any good for your body, okay? I know you're scared but I promise Daddy won't let anything happen to you."

He nodded and tried to breathe in but it got stuck and he panicked again.

"I-i cwnt!"
"Baby, follow me okay?"
"Okway.."
"Breathe in.... And out."

He attempted but then failed.

"I-it didwt work!"
"It's okay, try again. Breathe in.. and out.."

He tried again and this time he got a breath in.

"There you go, keep breathing slowly. I'm right here."

After about 10 minutes of breathing exercises, he finally calmed down and was starting to slip out of little space.

"God.. i'm so sorry." He slowly got off my chest.
"Don't be. I'm glad you're okay."
"Look, all my blood is over your shirt; and it's white!"
"I can always get another one."
"Yeah, guess you're right."
"Now cmon. You need a bath."