MHA/BNHA Boyfriend scenarios *discontinued*

|When he's upset Midoriya and Bakugo ✅|

I forgot I wrote these two, so might as well post them! x

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya slumped onto the bed, his face smushed into to the pillows. Recently he'd had a massive wave of depression and he couldn't handle anything. Going to work was tiring and difficult; waking up took far too much effort and even breathing felt upsetting. All he wanted to do was disappear. Thoughts of despair and anxiety pressed down onto his mind, channeling down to his deepest fears.

"Am I just... a pain." Midoriya dug his face further into the pillows, "why do people put up with me? Pity? I'm useless. Y/n must think I'm a huge burden..."

His face begun to sting; fat tears stained the pillow's covers. Doubts rushed through his mind; dragging their poisonous ideals across his skull. You must have just stayed with him because you felt bad. He loved you to death, but you aren't extremely affectionate. His body felt heavy against the mattress as he over analysed every action you'd ever done. He didn't blame you, though. He blamed himself.

Midoriya's tears became more frequent and fast, his sobs were stifled by the pillows. Nothing was going to make him ever smile again.
Only you.

You had been in the kitchen when Midoriya had tiredly drifted through the door. You caught a glimpse of his face as he walked past: gloomy and on the verge of tears.

"Hiya, love," You welcomed. Nothing. You stared after him, but remained in the kitchen with flour up to your elbows. You needed to wash off. Besides, he might just be tired or something.

However, just as you switched the tap off, you heard something.

A sob.

It was muffled, but you heard it.
Worry suddenly crashed down onto you, Midoriya tended to have a cry now and then, but he never sobbed. 

Quickly you wiped your arms on a cloth and strode over to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, the room was dark and cold. You could see the outline of a body curled up on the shared bed.

"Izuku?" You whispered, your concern bubbling up even more, "are you alright?"
You saw Midoriya shift and bury his head further into the bed. You paused for a second before gently pushing the door open. You quietly closed it and softly approached your boyfriend. There was a sniff before Midoriya suddenly shot up.

You stopped.
"Ha! Yeah, I'm f-fine," He spluttered, dragging his hand across his face, "Just tired."
You stared at him. No way was he just tired. "What's happened?" You probed, trying to navigate your way through the dark. Midoriya awkwardly laughed, his tears stung his skin. He really didn't want you to be distracted by him. He never wants to burden or annoy you, and him being a little upset shouldn't he an issue.
In his mind, anyway.

Midoriya was everything to you, and you love him to pieces. If he was upset, you would hold him. Happy, you'd laugh with him. Cold, you would warm him. If he wanted the moon on a string, you'd get that fucking moon. You didn't know how to constantly show affection for anyone, being so madly in love with someone confused you and sometimes you didn't know how to express it.

Knowing something was bothering him made you more concerned. He usually told you everything.

You perched on the mattress near your boyfriend's legs, placing a hand on his knee reassuringly. Muscles tensed under your touch.
"Izuku."
You found his eyes and gazed at him, trying to coax out his issue. Midoriya was your boyfriend as well as your best friend, if he was upset he could tell you. Suddenly his green eyes teared up and he quickly dug the heels of his hands into his face. You felt your face soften and your body shift closer. Midoriya's body trembled as you pulled him into your warmth, calmly stroking his hair and kissing his head.

Seeing him cry tore you in two and you wanted to do was make him feel better. So you just kept him close, letting his tears soak your shirt. You felt his arms wind around your waist and squeeze, sobs wracking his body. You had no clue why he was upset but you hoped he would open up.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo sat on the kitchen floor, an unopened can of beer in one hand.
A clock chimed somewhere in the house, unmistakably the old antique clock that you brought last year.

Bakugo counted the chimes; 1, 2, 3. It was too early to be awake. But yet he couldn't get to sleep. He tried to recover himself from a nightmare, but couldn't bring himself to stop shaking. So he'd left you in the bed (being extremely careful not to wake you) splashed water in his face, and ended up rooting through the fridge.

Although, he couldn't forget the nightmare. The images kept flashing through his mind; the damn horror being so vivid it brought tears to his eyes.
Bakugo wouldn't allow himself to cry in front of you.

He wanted you to view him as strong. Some you could cry on. Not the other way around.

After pressing the cold can against his hand for a minute. He popped open the clasp and watched while some bubbles fizzled up. Staring intensely at the can caused the stark images to flash against his eyes. The bubbles melted into faces, tormenting him mercilessly. The amber liquid began to pour itself across his fingers, suffocating the warmth-

Bakugo snapped out of it.

He squeezed the can. The tin bit into his skin and alcohol hissed in the new cut in his hand. Anger suddenly blasted into vision and he suddenly lobbed the can across the kitchen, smashing a glass on the table. The shards bounced and sang against the tiled floor, clattering loudly across the house.

Bakugo glowered at the mess, his red eyes trained on the can.
A tear slipped down his cheek.
Then another.
He slouched into a ball and groaned.
A few seconds passed before he heard footsteps. Bakugo knew the owner but he didn't even acknowledge your presence. He just shut his eyes and forced himself not to tear up again.

"Katsuki? What was that noise?" You slipped through the door to observe the room, flicking the lights on. The glass sparkled in the pale light. Your boyfriend sat in silence, silently cursing himself for waking you up. However, deep down, he wanted to grab you and squeeze you tight, knowing you were safe and he only had a nightmare. But his pride of not crying was getting in the way.

"Katsuki?" You repeated, confused on why he wasn't listening, "hello...? You there?"

Your voice had a sudden hue to it. The nightmare flashed back; Bakugo grit his teeth.

And the tears flooded down again.
All at once like a broken dam. You almost jumped at how sudden it was. A moment past before you swiftly snapped back to your senses and rushed over to Bakugo. He wiped his face, vainly trying to collect his pride. "Go away, I'm fine, goddamnit."
You managed to grab his hand gently taking it into your grasp, he didn't snatch it back, letting you lovingly press a kiss on his knuckle. He then tried to carefully wiggle out your hold, hating the fact you could see him cry. You watched him sniff angrily and shift away, concealing his face from your view. You knew he was prideful and hated being "weak" but running away hardly seemed great.

You gently reached out and rested your fingers under his chin. Guiding his face back towards you. His brow was scrunched up, lips white and eyes averted. A tear slipped down his cheek and stained the sharp edge of his jaw. You felt something snap in you when you could clearly see his face. You brought your other hand to his face and gingery wiped the tears away.
"Stop that. I'm fucking fine."
You ignored his grumpiness and softly guided your lips to his brow before tightly squeezing him against your chest. And despite his protests, he had automatically wrapped his arms around your torso. He burrowed his nose into your jumper and tried to stifle his sobs, letting himself crack against you.

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So yeah, quarantine. Day two for me, they FINALLY shut British schools