bakudeku / katsudeku oneshot: Emotions

Emotions

Third-person P.O.V

Ever since Bakugou was kidnapped by the LOV something's been off about him. Everyone noticed. Kirishima and the rest of the bakusquad all noticed that he's been less angry and less social. He doesn't yell at them or anyone else for that matter like he used to. Now he's always quiet. He doesn't make a lot of ruckus to disrupt class, he doesn't pick fights, he's not even coming to the common room anymore. But the one who really noticed the change was the one and only Izuku Midoriya. While most people liked the change and wanted to leave things as they were, Midoriya knew something was wrong. He's known Bakugou for so long, there's no way that he was letting this go.

~ Time skip ~
DEKU P.O.V

Kacchan went out on his night run as he did every day but something seemed much worse than usual. EVERYONE noticed. He usually acknowledges they're presence, even if he ignores them, but today he seems so lost in his own mind that he didn't even realize that there were people in the room. I was worried before but was unsure of how to tell Kacchan without hurting him even more, but now I'm concerned, really concerned. While Kacchan was jogging his way back to the dorm building he didn't even notice me standing there, waiting for him until I called out his name

"Kacchan!?"

"What do you want nerd..." he wasn't even looking at me. The edge was gone. No emotion was in his voice and yet it triggered so much emotion from me.

"P-please" my voice cracked. He looked up at me finally his eyes were red as they usually were but they were puffy 'had he been crying?' I wondered

"Deku?" His voice is barely above a whisper, I can barely hear him.
"Kacchan what's wrong?! Please, I'm begging you to talk to me! I can tell something's wrong, I've known you my whole life. Please..." tears were threatening to fall from my eyes but I stopped them. 'Kacchan's the one who's hurting' I kept reminding myself. I didn't want to show my emotions when I was there to help him, not the other way around. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it again, something he normally would never do: hesitate. He started again after a bit of silence.    

"Nothing's wrong shitty nerd!" There was uncertainty in his voice. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me. His gaze returned to the floor

"Kacchan. You've been ignoring me, your friends, your enemies. You're not picking fights, you're not showing off, you're not being you! Ever since we've started talking you've been acting so unlike yourself. If there's one thing I know about you it's this: Bakugou Katsuki doesn't hesitate. He's strong and confident, but you don't seem to be. Hell, you're looking at the floor right now! You look like you've not eaten or slept in days. Tell me what's wrong!" Silence again. Unbearable silence. I looked down at the ground in shame. Kacchan was hurting and I've probably made it worse. I pushed too hard. I need to apologize. As I raised my head I saw a sight I rarely see. Kacchan, his hair covering his eyes, but I can still see the tears flowing like waterfalls down his cheeks, while he's hiccuping uncontrollably.

"I can't take this anymore!" He yelled. "Every night I can barely fall asleep and when I do I'm haunted by nightmares of what happened to me with the league! Every time I close my eyes I can feel all the pain and relive the torture that they put me through! Every day I look at myself and see all the scars and burns that they've given me! Every time I try to eat I taste the poison they force-fed me that made me writhe in agony for hours on end, so now I can't keep anything down! I can't do this anymore! This awful cycle with no end, It can't be considered living! I'd rather die than continue this!" He collapsed to the ground now sobbing; even when covering his eyes with his hands the tears still passed through his fingers, soaking the ground below him. He was shaking like crazy. It looked like he was having a panic attack! I rushed towards him, falling on my knees in front of him and enveloping him in a big hug. I kept whispering to him,

"breath. It's ok. You're ok. You're safe now." Over and over until his panic attack ended. He was still crying into my shoulder, but I didn't mind. This was a side of him he's never showed me or anyone for that matter. I felt honored but I never want to see it again. " Hey, you've been through so much, this much trauma would hurt everyone but you're different. You lived! You went through all that and you're still here with us. You're fighting and you'll win because you're Ground Zero, the future number one hero, who always wins. So you can't give up. This pain means you're human and showing pain doesn't make you any less amazing than you already are. You're a capable, confident, brave, powerful and heroic person. You are incredible. You'll bounce back from this as you always do. You'll go beyond." He's crying even more now but in a different way. He's moved his hands from his eyes to my back, clenching my shirt I pull him in closer.

"You should consider therapy. I know it's hard to ask for help and even harder to accept it, but it will help you get better... please try it?" I'm hoping I can get through to him. Telling me all this must have been a spur of the moment. He's been holding it in all this time, he must have just cracked. But talking about his problems has always been hard for Kacchan to do with even his family, so with a total stranger... I couldn't finish my train of thought when Kacchan grabbed my shirt tighter and pulled me closer to him. I could feel him nodding on my shoulder meaning he'd give it a try. I let out the biggest smile, and a single tear rolled down my face. I reached my hand up to Kacchans hair and started stroking it gently, a gesture I knew calmed him down and spoke again.

"I love you. Thank you for opening up to me. I'm proud of you Kacchan, more than you know." I could feel him smile and it made me chuckle. I don't know how long we spent there, sitting on the ground in each other's embrace but I do know one thing: this boy is the most powerful person I've ever met.

Third-person P.O.V

Little did Midoriya and Bakugou know, that inside the dorm building all of class 1-A (A/N: minus Mineta, he's dead in a sewer or something) was watching the events between the two unfold. Most of their jaws where on the floor, Kirishima had a manly tear at the corner of his eye, all of the girls were crying except for Jirou, who was just extremely relieved and Mina who was too busy shrieking. Aoyama had fainted. All and all, today was a good day.

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