Most of the time it came in waves. Three months of attempting to lose weight, only to not see results from his excessive eating and then taking a two-month break, the thoughts barely bothering him. Obviously, some things stuck. The thoughts of purging, worrying about calories, and pinching his skin in bed. Then, he'd have enough of feeling like shit, and start up again. He knew it was going to be like that until he found something else to distract him. This is a BNHA one-shot. Dadzawa and Bakugou. Warnings listed in authors note.

Bakugo is struggling with feelings of inadequacy, Kirishima is trying to support him, and Izuku feels distant despite wanting to help. Tw - sh Characters do not belong to me. Cover found on Pinterest.

After the death of his best friend, along with abuse from his mother and ignorance from his father, Katsuki Bakugo went into depression. He relieves himself by smoking cigarettes, getting addicted to the smoke. It was all a secret of course..... Shoto Todoroki takes a detour from his normal lunch routine. He smells the familiar scent of smoke..... Note- Please DO NOT SMOKE. I know I am making a book about smoking, but it is really bad for your health, and don't want anybody following the same path. (Apparently I gotta rate this as mature, so warning for a suicide scene) Nothing belongs to me.

Bakugo had never considered being loved as an option. He may offer a full heart of love hidden deep behind a rocky exterior, which nowadays was fooling less and fewer people, but accepting the same in return made him uncomfortable. Bakugo didn't want or deserve to be loved, and he was alright with that. Slight AU where Bakugo was never a bully but just got more violent and closed off because of his mother. _________________________________________________ Adopted from AnonymousLee543

Disclaimer: this fanfiction deals with abuse, underage/heavy drug use, lgbtqia+ themes, some sexual scenes, self harm, suicidal ideation, and other themes that could be triggering or are mature. Bakugo struggles to cope with his life and is introduced to drugs. This story is about his journey through his addiction and discovering who he is. I hope you enjoy!! I'm going to keep out a few details from season 5/6 as to not spoil it for anyone!! Warning: bad ending im so sorry 😭😭 !!SHINBAKU!! Cover art is mine!! Ask permission to use please!! Total word count of the story: 87,514 words

And so Bakugo hugs back. He tightens his hold around Todoroki and tries to forget that he's hugging his own body and instead just focuses on how he's comforting Todoroki. Just Todoroki and nothing else. "It's fine, Halfie." The other teen shakes his head.

Growing up from the ages eight to fifteen in foster homes, never staying in the same place for more than a year taught Katsuki some things. Never trust anyone. Know when to cut your losses. Always be prepared.

Shouta had never expected to find a terrified Omegan child locked up within the house of the man that he had just arrested; however, life seemed determined to screw him over and prevent him from going home and getting into bed. But rescuing a pup was more important that his sleep-deprivation, especially when the tiny blond was unwilling to trust anyone but him. The story of how even after spending years trapped inside that hell, Katsuki still comes out the other side with a feral grin on his face and nitroglycerin seeping off his delicate skin.

Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a future hero. It could be the oddly shocking new knowledge that the explosive teen is working a part-time at some no-name diner against the rules of U.A's hero course. But he's willing to bet it's everything to do with that skimpy little uniform he's wearing. or, Iida pines over our favorite blasty boy and is actually really bad at taking hints.

Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.