BNHA ONESHOTS

(6) Kiribaku

ANGST WARNING! There is mention of depression and cutting in this chapter. If it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this chapter. 

For those of you who like breaking your own heart, ENJOY!!

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Kirishima was depressed, so he tried covering it up by changing his appearance and acting more happy around his friends. It worked for a little while.

But one day, he messed up and Bakugou saw his black roots. The blonde had asked why his hair was black and if he had dyed it, genuinely concerned, but luckily, Kaminari called him and requested immediate assistance with his love life. Kirishima left Bakugou's question unanswered for a while, and his depression crept over him slowly. Soon it engulfed him to the point where Bakugou noticed, seeing through his mask.

Today was the day he was quiet. Everyone noticed, and Mina had asked what was bothering him only for him to shrug it off.

He knew it was dumb. He knew it was risky. But Bakugou'd be damned if he didn't try to help his friend.

It was a little after curfew, and Bakugou had stayed up just to talk to Kirishima.

He got out of bed, padding out of his dorm and the short distance across the hall to Kirishima's room. He knocked softly, not wanting to wake him if he had fallen asleep already. But he heard shuffling, then the door was opened to a teary eyed Kirishima. Both the boy's eyes widened, Bakugou's because he had never seen Eijiro like this, Kirishima because Katsuki was the last person he expected to see at his bedroom door.

Kirishima tried closing the door, but at the moment he had no fight in him, so Bakugou easily stopped the door.

"G-go away," Kiri murmured.

"No, something is definitely wrong."

Bakugou gently eased his way into the red head's room, then grabbed his hand softly leading him to the bed. Kirishima seemed to whimper in pain, and Bakugou loosened his grip on his hand, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What do you want, Bakugou?" Kirishima grumbled.

"You... you cut, don't you?"

Kirishima's eyes widened. "What?"

"Cut the bullshit and let me see your arms."

"But Bakugou-"

"Kirishima, please."

Kirishima reluctantly pulled up his sleeves, but held them to Bakugou, wrists down. Bakugou grasped one, trying to turn it around gently, but Kirishima refused to turn his arms.

"Let me see your arms, Kiri."

The red head shook his head, blinking furiously.

"I can't help you if I don't know how much you're hurting. Please," Bakugou said softly.

Eijiro sniffled, nodding his head and turning his arms slowly, not meeting Bakugou's eyes.

When the cuts were revealed to him, Katsuki tried his best not to let it get to him too much.

There were rows and rows of cuts, some even overlapping and forming cross hatch patterns on his arms. Some were fresher than others, and more looked like they were recently added, but all of them were cleaned.

"I don't think it would be manly to die because a cut got infected," Kirishima said dryly, chuckling with no humor in it.

"I want to know..." Katsuki tried again.

"I want to know why you did this to yourself," Bakugou said firmly, but softly.

Kirishima had tears in his eyes, and when Bakugou wiped them away with his thumbs, giving him a sweet smile, he broke.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Why am I like this? Why do I wanna die so much? Why do I feel empty? All of it is my fault. I hurt all of your feelings and didn't realize it until you looked sad. I just feel so bad all the time, and no matter how hard I try, it just doesn't get better. I tried to change my appearance, trying to be more manly, but when the roots show again, I get these feelings again and I can't stop them. Therapy won't help me, I've tried it, but it worked for a week after I was done with it, and everything I had worked so hard to forget just came crashing back down on me, and all I could do was sit there and cry."

"Kirishima," Bakugou starts, but is cut off by Kirishima's tears as he continues to rant.

"I'm so weak and I don't deserve anything you all give me, whether it be affection or gifts or help, I don't deserve any of it. And knowing this hurts. It hurts, Bakugou. It especially hurts when I have these feelings I know won't be felt back to me, and I know that, but I just keep wishing and wishing for it to be true, that the someone I have these feelings for has the same feelings for me, but it hurts that I know that he doesn't and... and... Bakugou it hurts."

"Stop. Please. Kirishima, I was happy that you came into my life. Happy that you bulldozed your way into my comfort zone, slowly reeling in the others. And I know you are hurting inside. But stay. Stay, if not for everyone else, for me." Bakugou took a shaky breath, then continued.

"I was scared to tell you, but at the beginning of the year, I had a small crush on you. But then I realized that I didn't deserve someone like you. That nobody would ever like me like that. I know I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life, and I have accepted that. It is you who needs to know that I care, that I would risk it all for you. And I will take 16 bullets for you, knowing that I saved you from every one of them because I care. My life was so good with you there by my side, and I'm not ready to let you go. You don't have to promise me anything. You don't have to talk to me everyday. Just don't hurt yourself. Please," the blonde begged, his eyes beginning to burn with tears.

"I already know that you don't and won't like me back. I've already accepted that. But it hasn't stopped me from caring. So please, don't hurt yourself. It already scares me when I don't see you immediately after you go out on a mission. I don't need you inflicting pain on yourself," Bakugou was now whispering as he let his own tears fall.

Kirishima jumped into his arms, making him fall back to the bed. "I'm sorry Bakugou! I didn't mean to make you cry like this! It's just you helped me get a lot off my chest and your words made me feel better about myself and-"

Kirishima's eyes widened in sudden realization. "Wait, you like me?"

"Y-yeah," Bakugou said, a blush on his face.

"Oh my Fatgum worthy sandwiches, you like me back!"

"What."

"I like you too, Bakugou! I knew I should've opened up to you sooner!" Kirishima said, crying happy tears now.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around Kirishima and held him close. "Now that I know your feelings about me, I think it's safe to say I think I love you," the blonde muttered under his breath.

"You what?"

"N-nothing!"

"Bakugou, you love me?"

"I- uh..." the blonde's face burned a bright red. "I mean, yeah."

Kirishima, on a whim, bent his head down and pressed his lips lightly against Bakugou's. Katsuki kissed back eagerly, as he had been wanting to do this for almost as long as he'd known the red head. Their lips moved against each other's smoothly, softly, as if they were meant to kiss like this. There was so much passion in this kiss that Kirishima nor Bakugou thought they could handle it.

But they kissed anyway, each turn of their lips bringing more and more care and love into their relationship.

When they broke apart, Bakugou's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Kirishima's beaming eyes.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" they asked at the same time. They both blushed at the same time, saying "Yes," in sync as well before moving their lips together in another kiss that welcomed a beautiful relationship.

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