Kiribaku One Shots (and maybe some other ships)

ahHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .....help

Bro
That's gay
Sad shit is about to go down
If mistake, other than me, just say so man
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Kirishima POV
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Okay okay, you may be wondering, 'the fuck?' but yes. I don't know what that was. I didn't say anything. ANYWAY. Kat, my beautiful boyfriend, is currently in his dorm. Doing what? You can only hope for the best. He is a very sad person. Only I know that he is very sad. Even though he never acts like it, he is extremely sad. Miserable to the point where he cuts himself. I hate that he commits that to himself. But he's been getting better....I think?

I'm on my way to his dorm actually. I just wanna check up on my baby boy. He hasn't come out all day. He hasn't even texted me. He always texts me. Always. I reach his dorm, but before I can knock I hear something from the inside. I move my ear to the door and hear crying, no, sobbing.
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3rd POV
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Kirishimas eyes widen and he knocks frantically on the door. Katsuki hushed quickly, afraid it was his boyfriend on the other side. "Baby, please open the door." Kirishima begged, praying his baby would open the door and talk to him. He received a whispered "no" in response to his plea.

Ya see, Bakugou had a nightmare. Not just a regular nightmare though. A nightmare where his boyfriend told him he didn't actually love him. Told him it was a dare by Kaminari to date him for a whole 7 months. He hated that nightmare. It ended with Kirishima saying "I would never want to actually date a monster like you." Katsuki woke up in tears. He's been crying since he woke up. That was a few hours ago.

His head was pounding from his sobbing, his arms and legs were bloody from the cutting he has done within that time. He sat in his boxers and t-shirt on the floor beside his bed, covered in cuts. He had originally cut his arms, but soon ran out of space. He cut his thighs until he eventually ran out of room on those too. He just sat there crying into his hands while blood soaked the floor underneath him. He really couldn't care about the pain his arms and thighs were experiencing, all he could feel was the pain of his heartbreak. 

Kat really hoped that wasn't the case. He wanted his boyfriend to love him for him, not because of some stupid dare. He truly loves Eijirou with every fiber of his being. He could only hope he felt the same.

He was trapped in his thoughts as the blood seeped out of the cuts he made on his body. He was trapped enough that he didn't hear the knocks on the door. Eijirou could only worry when he heard heavy breathing but no response to his knocking. He checked the knob, only to find it was unlocked. "Baby, can I come in?" He didn't get a response, so he feared the worst has happened. He opened the door carefully. He gasped, feeling all the tears make their way to the surface in seconds, but also feeling sick.

All he saw was red. Well, he also saw the room but still. For the point of nearing purposeful poetry, that's all he saw. All he saw was red. The thick red substance that seeped onto the floor. The bloodshot eyes of his lover. The cuts that sat on the delicate pale skin of the boy. The red piercing eyes that were filled with so much emotion as they stared into his. It's all red.

Eijirou rushed over to his boyfriend, tears leaving his eyes at a fast pace. Katsuki was afraid. Afraid his amazing lover would leave him for something so stupid. He was also relieved when it was Eijirou who opened the door and not anyone else. He was still shocked to say the least when his boyfriend ran over to him, clearly upset as all hell.

"Baby?! Oh god....what happened!?!" Eijirou was frantically attempting to calm himself down, at this point Katsuki was calmer than him. Eijirou rushed and got a few towels from the bathroom to atleast somewhat clean up the mess of blood. Katsuki could only sit there, tears rolling down his face slowly, watching as his lover attempted to wipe up the blood that had spilled from his self-inflicted injuries.