Open wounds

Chapter 2

He didn't know if he should speak. The hothead watched him from across the hospital room intently almost as if he believed (Y/n) would vanish if he dared look away. The young (h/t) sighed shakily. Why did Bakugo have to be here?
He had wanted so badly to die. He had gotten a secret little place, slitting his pale skin perfectly, the only problem was BAKUGO. The king of explosions just had to follow him, just had to call the ambulance and save him.
Didn't Bakugo know that this was the only way for him to be happy?
(Y/n)'s fingers played with the little wire hooked into his vein, it irritated him. He couldn't bend his arm without the needle poking into him and hurting him... so he tried to bend his arm as often as possible.
He heard Bakugo sighed and didn't look up. He felt like a moron. He left his heart open to Bakugo and now he was forced to stay alive when they both knew he didn't want to be.
Momo was back at U.A. She couldn't afford to sacrifice her grades for (Y/n) and she was kind enough to come when there was free time or before class started. (Y/n) appreciated that. She didn't yell or hit him in anger. She would feed him and sometimes even read him stories as if he was a kid again.
But Katsuki remained quiet as usual, watching his friend with unreadable expressions.
The bakusquad and other students came and went, checking on (Y/n) and making sure he knew how loved he was even though (Y/n) wasn't really in the mood to listen. Recovery girl made her rounds often, making sure (Y/n) was stable and not trying to undo his life support. She even scheduled him some therapy.
But he wanted Katsuki.
– –
Finally they were alone, late in the night when the moon was high, however through his tiny window he couldn't see it due to the rain. 'What is up with the rain lately? Is it trying to make me sadder?' (Y/n) Said softly, almost laughing.
He looked up to see Bakugo staring right back and his nerves went haywire. His fingers tapped against his hospital gown before he stopped.
"Why are you looking at me?" He asked, He hadn't done much speaking since he woke up. He only tried to reassure Momo that he was fine. He wasn't going to ever do that again and to answer the questions of his designated psychiatrist, all of which Bakugo was present.
He sighed and stood up, walking forward and sitting on his friend's bed, shaking a bit.
"You tried to kill yourself..." he whispered, finally, a voice.
"Yeah, I know that... why else would I be here?" (Y/n) muttered in annoyance. He knew very well he was here because he tried to kill himself, wasn't that obvious?
"No..." His elder whispered, pulling (Y/n) into a large bear hug. He was shaking and though (Y/n) couldn't actually tell, Bakugo was crying. "You wanted to die... you tried to kill yourself (Y/n)! It was my fault..."
"It wasn't your fault!" (Y/n) hissed before shoving the elder out of his way. He sat back, curled up in the corner shaking. He saw in the light finally that Bakugo had been crying. "It was all mine... I'm disgusting, remember?" He asked softly, his voice cracking. Usually the two would laugh at (Y/n)'s cracking voice even though he was past puberty, nearly seventeen. His birthday was coming up.
But this time there was no laughter, only Bakugo shaking in the dim light, crying. He took (Y/n)'s wrist, staring at the heavy bandaging that hid the stitches that held his best friend together.
"Why did you do it?" Bakugo whispered and (Y/n) shook his head, sighing.
"Because that's what you wanted Katsuki ... you told me to leave, you told me you didn't want a freak for a friend. I was trying to make you happy." He yanked his wrist away, he hated people touching it. Everyone gave him pity and he didn't want it.
That stunned the explosion boy into silence.
– –
Bakugo felt like he couldn't breath. He felt like he was being strangled every single time he saw (Y/n).
They had come home from recovery girl just yesterday, Momo making sure the youngest was comfortable, giving him (f/f). She knew they were (Y/n)'s favorite. He had two even though Momo gave him three, unable to eat much without feeling sick. The first time she tried to over feed him he jumped up and puked.
She watched him like a hawk, he wasn't left alone for a second. If she wasn't with him, Bakugo was, and if they weren't, Uraka came to 'hang out'.
(Y/n) wasn't stupid, he knew they were trying to make sure he wouldn't try to kill himself again but if it meant Bakugo would actually treat him like a human being again.. he'd let it happen. He didn't like the pity or attention. He just wanted Bakugo to treat him like a human again.
One night he was alone with the hothead, watching some horrid movie, he once loved horror but for now the thought of blood and death was very unappealing. He settled for an unoriginal, original SciFi movie on that channel, a bowl of popcorn on his lap and Mochi at his side, absentmindedly petting the creature as they watched.
Bakugo wasn't paying attention at all, his eyes were on (Y/n).
He didn't understand these feelings he felt. His heart was beating faster each time that tiny little tongue darted out to get a piece of popcorn like a lizard. It was a little habit (Y/n) had picked up after going to the zoo and deciding that lizards were his favorite. His palms felt sweaty, he felt like it was too hot...
He felt like a sick man.
He was watching his best friend. His heart racing each movement the boy made and Bakugo knew he was caught.
He had pushed (Y/n) away, cursed him, made him attempt suicide and now the elder was realizing slowly that he was in love with (Y/n).
He groaned and laid back against the couch, (Y/n) sitting not even a foot beside him.
He couldn't believe this, all that he wanted to see was (Y/n), all he wanted to touch, to taste... to be with, (Y/n). He may have had a promising future with a nice, sweet girl like Uraka, but all he wanted was (Y/n).
When the movie was just about done, he glanced over and realized (Y/n) had fallen asleep, his head lolling to the side, his lips parted. One of his hands was laying on Mochi while the other was laying face up beside his hip.
Bakugo sighed and leaned forward, caressing his cheek, smiling when he didn't stir.
"You're an idiot you know..." He whispered, holding onto him before shifting to get closer. "I could never want you gone... I'm sorry..." Bakugo leaned over and kissed his forehead. "When did you get like this? Huh? So beautiful? Have you been like this the whole time?"
When (Y/n) didn't respond, he pulled the heavy sleeper into his arms, holding him tightly as he shook, kissing all over his pale face. "I don't know why I can't just tell you when you're awake... you wouldn't believe me anyway... but I love you."
He sighed, knowing the boy wouldn't answer. (Y/n) slept like the dead. He shivered, not wanting to think about that. He couldn't think of death, if he did all he could see was (Y/n)'s corpse.
He let out a shaky sob as he held (Y/n) tightly to his chest. "You'll never understand how much I truly love you."
He pressed their lips together, taking in his taste, the taste of popcorn and sadness.
He loved (Y/n).
– –
He woke in his bed, assuming Bakugo put him there. He slowly sat up, he had sworn he had felt something on his lips, a kiss. He shook his head. "Don't be stupid, it's just a dream." He scolded himself.
He heard Bakugo in his room, working on something or other. He pulled his jacket on, his wounds were still covered with bandage but it felt strange to have them out in the open, a constant reminder of his failure to do as Bakugo wanted.
He walked to the room next to his. He looked down at Bakugo hunched over at the table.
"Hey..." He said softly, his hands shoved deep within his jacket pockets. The hothead jerked up, hitting his head on the lamp. (Y/n) let out a small laugh as Bakugo cursed, rubbing the back of his head.
The older boy stared at him for a moment, forgetting about the pain in his head. He hadn't heard (Y/n) laugh in what seemed like an eternity.
"What?" the younger asked, suddenly very conscious that Bakugo probably didn't want to hear him laugh. He probably didn't want (Y/n) there but he knew that no one would let him be alone for long. He was on suicide watch after all.
"I've missed that laugh." He whispered, slowly standing up. (Y/n) shrunk back as Bakugo got closer, backing himself into the corner. He didn't want to have another explosion set off in his face again.
He was stunned into a shocked state when Bakugo lifted his hands to cup (Y/n)'s face, pressing their foreheads together, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"K-Kachan?" (Y/n) whimpered but Bakugo shook his head and smiled, kissing (Y/n)'s forehead.
"You smiled." He whispered, making (Y/n) even more confused. He furrowed his brow and stared up at him
"This is all I've ever wanted (Y/n)... to see you happy again."
– –
(Y/n) gasped softly, staring at the wall in shock as Katsuki held him. His best friend's arms around his waist, (Y/n) pressed to him, unable to move even if he wanted to, and he would be lying to them both if he said he wanted to.
"Katsuki..." He whispered, "I-I'm disgusting... you shouldn't-"
"(Y/n)... you're beautiful." Bakugo pulled away, staring into the abyss of those beautiful (e/c) orbs. His hands gripped the younger's waist, pulling him close. "So beautiful... and I was such a moron... I couldn't see past my anger to realize how I truly felt..."
"You're lying!" (Y/n) pushed him away, he was scared, this couldn't be real. Bakugo didn't love him! Bakugo didn't want him! He was suppose to be dead so Baku could be happy! Normal. "I'm a freak! You want me gone! Why didn't you let me die!"
He wasn't able to finish his rant, for a pair of soft, warm lips pressed to his, his tiny body shoved against the wall as Bakugo ravished his mouth.
He stopped breathing, not wanting to believe that this was real, he was going to wake up anytime soon... Bakugo would hate him again.
"(Y/n)..." the older breathed, "You're all I could ever want... you're everything I can think about, I can't... I can't live knowing you wont smile..."
"Why are you doing this?" The younger sobbed, shaking, "Why are you doing this!?"
"Because I love you!" Bakugo shouted, feeling almost a little relief when (Y/n) stopped and stared up at him. Bakugo gulped and nodded, kissing his friend once more. "I love you..."
– –
They ended up on the old couch in the corner of the room, (Y/n) finally responding to the elder, their lips pressing against one another in a feverish kiss. Bakugo pulled (Y/n)'s jacket away and dispite the protest, he took his sliced up arms into his hands. "Promise me you'll never cut again." He whispered, kissing up each place that (Y/n) had cut, being gentle, but making his point. "(Y/n). Promise me." He demanded, making the boy look at him.
"I... I promise."
That was enough for the explosive boy, he placed a gentle kiss onto (Y/n)'s collar bone, slowly sliding the boy's shirt up. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He smiled, seeing (Y/n) blush and look away. "Come on... one smile for me? I love your smile..."
(Y/n) shook his head before Bakugo smirked, setting his hands to good use, tickling the boy.
"N-No! Kachan!" (Y/n) cried, trying to not laugh but it was impossible and he was ticklish! He giggled before full out laughing, trying to squirm away. Bakugo was relentless, holding him there, straddling him and making sure he got to hear that perfect laugh.
"There you are... my (Y/n)..." he whispered, kissing his head. "You're perfect.."
"No I'm not..."
Katsuki laughed and pulled him close. "You are... and I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you."
They didn't go all the way that night, (Y/n) was too scared, he wasn't ready and Bakugo would never do anything to make the boy scared... he refused to hurt the one he loved anymore.
– –
They lay in bed together, Bakugo having picked the boy up and carried him all the way to his bedroom, pushing the door open and laying down on the elder's bed. He kissed (Y/n) deeply, holding him close. He didn't ever want to let go.
He no longer felt sick or twisted, he no longer felt disgusting, though he was sure that feeling would never leave (Y/n), he felt right... perhaps society found them fowl however he knew he loved (Y/n).
He kissed the boy's neck, tracing patterns across his lower belly, sighing. "What are you thinking about?" He asked softly, moving to sit up and stare at him. "(Y/n)? Come on... talk to me."
"What do you even see in me?" He whispered without loosing his gaze on the poster filled wall.
Bakugo sighed and pulled the boy to sit up. (Y/n) cocked his head, he wanted an answer and he wanted it now obviously.
"(Y/n)..."
"Answer me Katsuki... you pushed me away for almost a year and now you want me the way I've wanted you for years? Why?" Finally his sadness had broken and he was angry, the second step in grief. He had a right to be angry, after pinning for so long why now did Bakugo turn to him as a lover?
Bakugo sat up with him, watching and letting the boy rant before he kissed him softly. "From the moment we became friends I knew you were something special. You stood up for what you believe in. I mean, you even stood up to me. You developed one of the strongest quirks I've ever seen. All those years I watched you grow up and I loved you. I protected you and held onto you. Remember in class when you got bullied and I held your hand during that class?" He laughed, "Maybe I was a bit too protective... maybe somewhere in there I crossed the line from friend to something more but (Y/n) I never thought of me loving you that way..."
(Y/n) stopped and sighed, was this suppose to comfort him in any way? It wasn't working.
"Then you told me you were in love with me... everything I've ever heard said that was wrong, disgusting and I tried to think that way. It was hard to push you away, I wanted to hug you and love on you like I've always done but then you tried to... to... to.." he couldn't bring himself to even say it. "You know, and all I could think about was it was my fault... that night in recovery girl's room I kissed you... I guess I realized that the love I've always felt wasn't friendly..."
He listened tot he elder carefully, nodding.
Bakugo smiled, leaning over and kissing him softly. "Don't you get it? I'm in love with you too dumbass." He laughed.
His heart soared when (Y/n) nodded and kissed back.
—smut—
It didn't feel taboo to either of them, from chased kisses in the hallway to the long ones in the middle of the night in one of their beds. From the couple dancing in Bakugo's more private training area to working together once more and pretending that they were just friends... it felt strangely normal.
It wasn't until late in the training room, everyone had gone home, it was the two of them together once more that (Y/n) made the first move.
He walked up to the elder, holding another punching bag for Bakugo as they worked another late nighter new fighting moves. Bakugo took it with a smile, humming along to whatever song was playing. To keep spirits up he had been playing K-Pop, he knew it made (Y/n) smile when Bakugo tried and failed at the dances while Momo and surprisingly enough Kirishima were rather kick ass at it.
He walked over, sitting beside him. "Kachan?" he asked softly, cocking his head. His best friend glanced up,
"Yeah babe?" He asked, they called each other all manors of pet names when alone, a proper secret couple.
(Y/n) took a deep breath, he was nervous, he had never done this before. He leaned in and pressed their lips together however something was different this time, he closed his eyes, pressing against him tightly. Bakugo put the punching bag down, he gently held (Y/n)'s waist, he was still afraid of hurting his friend, his beautiful baby boy, so he didn't go too hard.
He closed his eyes, kissing back just as deeply as (Y/n) was, parting his lips and toying with the younger's tongue.
"(Y/n)..." He whispered, parting from him, the boy flushed and blushing richly. "(Y/n)? What do you want to do?" He asked, kissing his neck, he never wanted to hurt (Y/n).
The younger (h/t) simply shook his head, there wasn't enough words for what he wanted to do to this man, with this man.
He put the man's tools down, then slowly removed his shirt. Bakugo bit down on his lower lip, eyes wide. He scanned his tiny lover's chest, every little cut and line, every shadow that danced across his body.
"Are you sure?" He whispered, (Y/n) only nodded. He then stood up, pushing his shorts down, Bakugo almost groaned,
(Y/n) wasn't wearing anything under them.
He put his hands back on the boy's soft hips, smiling up at him before (Y/n) lowered himself into his lap. He still had the bandages on his arms, his wounds so close to being fully healed but he refused to take them off, he didn't want anyone to ever see the scars. Bakugo smiled and kissed his neck slowly.
He moved down, kissing the boy's chest, then his fingers slowly pulled the bandages away. (Y/n) made a distressed sound but Katsuki silenced him with his lips. "Let me show you." He whispered before bringing (Y/n)'s scarred wrists to his mouth and kissing them.
"No matter what..." He said in between kisses, "Never, ever doubt... " One more "That I will always love you."
(Y/n) looked down and Bakugo forced him to look back up. "(Y/n)... I love you, I want you, if I ever lost you... I don't think I could stay alive."
(Y/n) nodded, if there was anyone he would believe it was Bakugo.
His friend pulled him close, their lips meeting in a heated kiss, (Y/n)'s fingers tangling into the elder's soft hair. He was glad their friends were already gone, their taboo love could continue to go in secret.
Bakugo pushed the boy to one of the pull out couches kept in the training room, often used when someone pulled an all-nighter. (Y/n) gasped, softly, watching his child hood friend pull his shirt and pants off, then taking no time in removing his pants.
(Y/n) looked away, how on earth would that thing fit inside of him?!
Bakugo smiled and even though he had no lubricant, he got the boy stretched, being gentle and loving, (Y/n) was putty in his hands and Bakugo would never do anything to harm him.
He pressed loving kisses and bites to his pale skin, paying attention to the boy's nipples, it seemed those were his sweet spots.
His hands gently caressed the boy's tiny body. He wanted to worship him. He knew he was hard as a rock and (Y/n) knew it. After all his length was pressed rather feverishly to (Y/n)'s twitching hole.
He smiled and conencted their lips one last time before they finally sealed their tanted, sinful love.
When he entered the boy, (Y/n) broke out into tears, shaking and sobbing. It hurt so badly, no amount of preparation could help him. Bakugo pushed his tears away, moving slowly back and forth to give him as much pleasure as possible, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, promises and filthy words.
He made sure (Y/n) felt loved, he made sure that (Y/n) felt like a queen. Bakugo would be his servant... he would spent a life time bowing down to (Y/n)'s perfect body.
When (Y/n) came, Bakugo held him close, keeping what mattered most close to his heart, he watched the boy fall from his climax. He didn't even care if he came or not, as long as (Y/n) had gotten pleasure however the little vixen's body writhed under him and soon Bakugo was a goner.
"I love you." He whispered as they laid naked in each others arms, the elder caressing the youngers perfect body.
"I love you too Kachan ..." He smiled.
And Baku knew that deep down inside, (Y/n) was slowly being fixed, it was a long, hard process, but he was being fixed.
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   And we're done! I'm son glad to have gotten this out of my head and published. Felt like I was gonna explode😂
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this little one shot? Drabble? Short story? This short ass, depressing ass fanfic idfk
I might make it longer, put some depth and more explanation of how tf the reader ended up in this shit, but idk we'll see
Anyways go check out my other book Waiting for Love
Peace, love, and naughty thought from above😘❤️