kirishima POV
my head throbs with pain.
i feel my surroundings while still laying down, my eyes closed.
then it hits me.
my eyes jolt open, sitting upright immediately.
"i'm not dead..." i mumble, holding the side of my face that were aching like hell, and realise theyve been bandaged.
where the hell am i...?
i'm sitting on a soft bed with dark blue sheets.
the room is slightly messy and seems like it
belongs to a guy around the same age as me.
this smell is comforting...
the door swings open, causing me to flinch in alarm.
my instincts tell me that it's time for a beating from my father.
"please... don't hurt me..." i whimper, curling up and holding my head in my knees.
i feel myself in warm arms, the comforting smell gets stronger.
"i ain't gonna hurt you.." a calming deep voice whispers.
i close my eyes and release my tears.
i've never been hugged by anyone before...
he slowly pulls away from the embrace and i see his face.
he has spiky ash blonde hair, and a nice looking face but doesn't look like he's smiled in years.
then i see his eyes...
his eyes are the same crimson red as mine, but on him they look like precious rubies in a beautiful masterpiece.
shit... i can't let him know i'm gay... he'll be disgusted like everyone else has been.
"i'm bakugo katsuki, you can just call me katsuki." he says gently with an obvious forced smile.
"i-i'm kirishima e-eijirou..." i answer.
"kirishima, huh? can i call you eijirou?" katsuki asks.
i flinch out of habit at my first name.
everyone who's hurt me calls me by it.
images of my dad and tsukishima especially come to mind.
katsuki frowns, then looks up at me.
"so... uh, kirishima, do you want to tell me why you did... what you did before?"
my heart stops.
"oh- um... i-it's nothing... it doesn't... matter."
i stutter, trying to smile weakly.
katsuki looks tired... i feel bad for burdening him.
there was silence between us for a bit, until katsuki speaks.
"i...i h-had a f...friend..." his voice sounds shaky.
he pauses, and wipes his eyes as he sits down, but respects my personal space.
"i had a friend... i lost him to suicide... and i could have saved him if i had pushed myself, but i didn't..."
he trails off as he breathes heavily and quickly. he clenches his shirt and starts sweating a lot.
i quickly realised the symptoms and move closer to him.
bakugo POV
shit... not now... i think to myself, panicking as i grip onto my shirt, realising i had forgotten to take my meds.
i feel kirishima move towards me with no hesitation, and brings my head to his chest.
my heart flutters.
"k-katsuki... try and match your breathing to mine..." he says quietly.
i do as he says, struggling at first, but eventually calming down when he rubs my back. his voice especially helped.
"that's it... keep breathing."
the first time i've calmed down from an anxiety attack without blacking out...
"t-thank you..." i whisper, realising this was the first time i had thanked someone and meant it as well.
he tries to smile, but i see straight through it.
"i-i have anxiety too... so i kinda know what to do when someone has a panic attack.." he says calmly.
his perfect eyes are filled with sadness.
"i'm sorry for your loss, by the way... katsuki." he says sympathetically.
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"kacchan"
Teen Fiction~COMPLETED~ bakugo suffers from severe anxiety, and now has to carry the heavy burden of his childhood friend's suicide. just when everything seems to crash before his eyes, he saves a boy's life who then in return changes his life. there are no t...
