bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

040 - house of horror 🖤

ship (not really): katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

DISCLAIMER: This story is AU where the students are in their third year and it consists of mature themes such as physical/mental abuse and domestic violence (against children/a child). If these topics make you uncomfortable, please don't read on. Take care of yourself and I hope you can read my other stories some time soon :)

The usually loud and bustling UA High School campus was eerily quiet, construction equipment scattered everywhere as the remodelling took place. Students had been sent home for the duration, and while most were excited to spend time with their families, Eijiro Kirishima felt a sinking dread. Home wasn't a sanctuary for him; it was a place filled with harsh words and harsher fists.

He packed his bags with a heavy heart, his hands trembling as he zipped up his suitcase. His friends had noticed his reluctance but chalked it up to the inconvenience of moving. Only one person seemed to sense there was more to it — Katsuki Bakugo.

"Oi, Shitty Hair," Bakugo called from his own dorm room across the hall. "You look like you're going to a funeral."

Kirishima forced a smile, trying to hide the fear gnawing at his insides. "Yeah, just hate moving around, you know?"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes but didn't press further. He had his own suspicions, but Kirishima's stubborn positivity often masked his deeper troubles.

Days passed, and Kirishima returned home, bracing himself for the inevitable. The house was as he remembered—cold and unwelcoming. His parents greeted him with disinterest, their expressions hardening as they took in his appearance.

"You're back," his father grunted. "Don't think you can laze around here like you do at that school."

His mother sneered, looking him up and down. "And what's with the hair? You look ridiculous."

Kirishima swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm. "It's just for school. I can change it if it bothers you."

His father's response was a slap to the back of his head. "Don't talk back to me or your mother, boy. Show us some respect! Get to your room and stay out of our sight."

The days that followed were filled with a tension that Kirishima couldn't escape. The verbal abuse was constant, and the physical altercations left him bruised and battered. He longed for the safety of UA, where his friends and teachers cared about him. But he was trapped, and his only solace was the hope that the remodelling would be completed soon.

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Katsuki Bakugo couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Kirishima's cheerful facade had cracked before they left, and Bakugo's gut told him it wasn't just about disliking change. He'd known Kirishima long enough to recognize when something was off.

On the third day of their forced break, Bakugo decided to check in on his friend. He knew Kirishima's address and headed there, determination etched on his face. As he approached the neighbourhood, he saw flashing lights and a commotion outside one of the houses.

Police cars and an ambulance were parked in front of Kirishima's home. Bakugo's heart sank, and without thinking, he pushed through the gathered crowd. His eyes widened as he saw Kirishima being led out on a stretcher, his face bruised and his body limp.

"Kirishima!" Bakugo shouted, rushing forward. A police officer stopped him, but Bakugo shoved him aside, desperation fuelling his strength. "That's my friend! What the hell happened?"

The officer grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back. "Sir, you need to stay back. This is a police matter."

Bakugo's eyes blazed with fury. "I don't give a shit! Let me see him!"

Another officer stepped in, trying to calm him down. "Your friend has been taken to the hospital. You can follow the ambulance there."

Bakugo didn't waste another second. He bolted to his car and sped to the hospital, his mind racing. He had suspected something was wrong, but seeing Kirishima in such a state made his blood boil. He blamed himself for not intervening sooner, for not pushing Kirishima to open up.

At the hospital, Bakugo barged into the emergency room, demanding to see Kirishima. The nurses tried to hold him back, but his sheer determination and fiery temper made them relent. They led him to a private room where Kirishima lay, hooked up to various machines, his face pale and bruised.

Bakugo's heart clenched as he sat beside the bed, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch Kirishima's. "Hey, Shitty Hair," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm here. I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner."

Kirishima's eyes fluttered open, and a weak smile formed on his lips. "Bakugo... You're here."

Bakugo nodded, his grip on Kirishima's hand tightening. "Yeah, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

Tears filled Kirishima's eyes as he squeezed Bakugo's hand weakly. "Thank you."

Bakugo leaned closer, his voice fierce yet tender. "You're not alone, Kirishima. We'll get through this together. I promise."

As Kirishima drifted back into a restless sleep, Bakugo sat by his side, determined to protect him from any further harm. He vowed that once Kirishima was well, he'd make sure his friend never had to face such pain again. And maybe, just maybe, he'd finally tell him how much he cared.

For now, Bakugo stayed vigilant, keeping watch over the boy who had become so much more than a friend. In the quiet of the hospital room, he let his guard down, allowing his feelings to show. He gently brushed a strand of red hair from Kirishima's face, whispering softly, "You're strong, Kirishima. Stronger than anyone I know. And I'll be here, no matter what."

As the night wore on, Bakugo stayed by Kirishima's side, their bond growing stronger in the face of adversity. The road ahead would be difficult, but together, they could face anything. And Bakugo would make sure Kirishima never had to face it alone again.