Sugar, Spice, Money is Nice!

Its ok

Kirishima's POV

I grab a cup and pour whiskey in it. I chug the whole thing down and throw the glass at the floor. It shatters everywhere. This always happens. I try to get close to the ones I love and they push me away. They push me away into a pit of snakes and pour steaming hot coffee all over me.
This is why nothing works out. I'm a monster. That's what the voices say, that's what my ex said, that's what my biological parents said. So it must be true, or at least the near truth. Who would want me? Why would someone want to love me? I'm worthless and meaningless yet, Katsura doesn't seem to think so.
Suddenly I start to feel dizzy, and everything starts spinning. I start hyperventilating, breathing fast and putting my hand over my chest. I reach into a drawer and pull out an inhaler.
I don't have asthma... that's what I want to believe. That's why my biological parents left me. That's why....
     I suddenly hear footsteps. I see my real parents. "M-mom... dad? Why are you-"
     "Kirishi." My mom says staring me in the eyes. "Kirishi you're disgusting, you're a disappointment Kirishi, a disappointment."
     My dad looks from my mom to me then says "Kirishi. Kirishi. Kirishi." And he repeats over and over again. Shortly after ( 5 secs) my mom joins in. I start hyperventilating again and grab my inhaler. I get two puffs of the magic medicine ( as my parents called when I was younger) and sat down, feeling sleepy.
     I close my eyes and try to focus my breathing. I lay my head down and cry, I cry till I feel like I can't cry anymore and cry some more.
     I then feel a hand on my back. I look up and see my girlfriend with a concerned look on her face. "Kirishi... are you alright? Do you want me to get you something or... or call someone? Do you hate me?" Bakugou starts to cry, her face showing how much of an effort she's giving to fight back the tears.
     I pull her face towards mine and kiss her. I pull away and wipe her tears away. "Of course I love you, you're beautiful and smart." I pull her close in a tight hug. "It's ok, don't cry. I'm here for you." I say to her. She grabs me tighter, crying harder.
     Who did this to her? I did this to her. She thought I hated her, because I left her in my room. But guess what? She still loves you Kirishi. You're Katsura still loves you.