BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

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TW: Self-harm, depression
~Enjoy~
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Ever since that one day... I can't help but to feel nervous when I don't see him for long.

It's not that I don't trust him being alone. It's just... I know how bad the situation is.
And with this quarantine bullshit, we can't be around people all that much...
And I won't lie.

I'm getting worried.

He approached me eventually after what felt like weeks after that one day, but he did approach me.

He looks exhausted... his eyes are sunken and his cheekbones are shiny... most likely from tears. His hair's down and knotted... neglected...
He's holding his forearm, scratching it as if he's itching his skin, and won't look up at me.

"H-Hey..." he began. His voice is so choked back... damn it, I despise seeing him like this. "U-Uhm... I-..."
"Look up at me when you're talking to me,"
My tone's not harsh. I... can't be harsh with him in these moments.

He did. But... he flinched.
He wiped his eyes, but they only got redder.

"A-Are you busy--?" He asked in a high pitched, whiny and quivering voice. "I-..."
"No, I'm not..." I sighed quietly. "Do you need to talk?"
He nodded slowly.
"Don't feel demeaned because you need to talk to someone. It must be hard... but you're doing it." I claim.
He spills a tear, but he wipes it away so... fucking harshly...
"C'mon."

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I brought him to my room. But, again, for safety bullshit reasons, we had to wear gloves and masks...

Which, fucking sucks...

It's like the layers are stopping me from being forward with him.
If I'm hugging him, I don't want fucking plastic to be between us. If I'm holding his hand, I don't want this bullshit in between us-

He only started to talk when I closed the door. We say down on my bed, and... right off the bat... I appreciate the honesty.

"Pl-..Please, Bakugo... d-don't be m-mad..." he whined weakly.
"I won't... I've promised this from the start."

He hesitated extremely before he continued. He seems agitated as hell...

"I- I cut again..." he whispered. "B-But only one--! I couldn't help it--" he urged. He clutched at his own head as he sobbed. "I-I'm losing my mind... it- it's been so hard for the past few weeks-" he cried.

God... this hurts...

"Why didn't you come to me, like I told you before?" I asked calmly.
"I-It felt too strong..." he whispered.

I assume it's the urge he's talking about.
I push aside everything we'd been told and move closer to him. I hug him gently... but just firm enough to get the point across.

"You don't have any more blades with you, do you?"
He fell silent.
"Kirishima,"
No response again.

I can't help but sigh.
My face buried in the crook of his neck and he sniffled.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." he whispered through tears.
"Stop it, Kirishima, I'm not mad at you... I understand it's something you... unfortunately started to need." I mumbled against his neck. "Getting better isn't something that's gonna happen from one day to another. It could take months, Kiri--..."
"B-But I disappointed you." He growled in a hateful tone. "I- I don't-... w-wanna do that-..." he cried.