just a bunch of panic/anxiety attacks

Im sorry.

characters: boom boy, dadzawa, rock, izuku
desc: kiri finds out about katsuki's mental health
tw: sh, depression, mention of suicide, panic attack

(THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE MAD LONG.)

(Kiris POV)

I should have known something was going on the second i saw those scars. I'm so stupid. Training? Really? I should have known training wouldn't cause scars like that.
Now here i was, outside of my boyfriends door like a coward, unable to figure out how to build up the strength to go make sure he's okay. I'm not good with this type of thing, this is Midobro's job.

"Hey Kirishima, why are we outside of Kacchans doo-"
"Shh. I don't want him to over hear us. Listen, i need your help."
"Okay, what's going on?"
"Something's wrong with him."
"Is he injured? Do i need to go get recovery-"
"She will just make matters worse at this point. Look, we were in my door having movie night and his hoodie slipped up. He has scars, Midoriya."
"From training.. or.."
"I don't think training gives you perfectly made cuts."

He sighed and rubbed his hair, looking over at Katsuki's door.

"So he's cutting."
"That's what it seems like, yes."
"I knew something was up the day i saw him in the locker room."
"What..?"
"He had a panic attack. I calmed him down and everything but it has been months since he's ever had a panic attack before. This one was severe too, took me an hour just to get his breathing under control."
"Why didn't you tell anyone- tell me?"
"I didn't want you to worry, Kirishima."

I sighed and tapped my foot in frustration.

"One of us needs to talk to him."
"Why not you.. you are his boyfriend."
"Okay, but i don't know what i'm doing. I've never had mental health talks with him before, he won't open up."
"I'll do it, okay?"
"Okay."

(Midoriya's POV)

I knocked on the door.

"Kacchan. Let me in."

I could feel shuffling and movement before Kirishima moved out the way so he wouldn't be spotted. The door opened. He looked like a mess.

"What?"
"Don't give me that. Let me in."

He moved out the way, closing the door behind him.

"What do you want, i was busy trying to finish this essay Aizawa wants."
"I want you to talk to me Kacchan.. i'm worried."

He immediately looked over.

"See, i don't like this. You're not your normal bubbly smiling self. What happened."
"This isn't about me Kacchan."
"Then who-"
"You, Kacchan! And the fact that you relapsed without telling me!"

He stood there for a second, then sat down. He fiddled with the ring i got him for his anxiety, thinking.

"I didn't want to tell you because i knew you'd do this."
"You said that you would tell me if it got bad again."
"I know."
"Then why. Why didn't you talk or atleast let me know you were feeling down?"

No response.

"I don't want to see my bestfriend in the hospital again Kacchan.. please."

He sighed.

"Fine."
"Fine? What is fine supposed to mean Kacchan?"
"I'll talk to you.. just give me a few."
"I'm not leaving."
"Izuku."

I froze.

"You're bleeding aren't you."

The silence was confirmation.