Never trust a grape... [Trans!Bakugou x Kirishima] [BDE]

[NicTheDjinn]

Honestly, Bakugou was surprised with how well his new school took to his... Situation. In middle school, he'd managed to convince the school to allow him to wear the boy's uniform with his parents helping him, but it wasn't an easy win and the other students were unkind at the best of times... This wasn't something new for him and he defended himself as harshly as he could get away with. In time, no one questioned it and no one dared even touch the subject.

U.A. was so different... When informed of his condition, the Principal had reacted like accommodating him was only natural. Nezu informed his homeroom teacher which in turn pulled the boys aside to explain things to them, making it clear that they were to behave and treat him like they would each other. There had been a little awkwardness and looks he didn't enjoy, but they had all agreed. Sure enough, he was accepted by them not too long into the first semester as 'one of the guys'. It took time for him to actually join them in the locker rooms and showers, however. Instead, he changed in the nearest boy's bathroom. As the rest were all in the locker room, he had nothing to worry about in there. At least that had been the plan... The inevitable happened one day as he was changing, Kirishima accidentally walking in on him. It had nearly launched him into an anxiety attack, but Kirishima was nothing if not supportive of his friends. A talk later and not only had Bakugou calmed, but he'd gotten a confidence boost he never thought he'd needed till it had happened. It was then that he'd finally joined them in the lockerrooms and showers though this took a little adjusting for the others to get used to seeing... Well... All of him. Still, the adjustment did come.

For the most part, no one thought twice about his gender or even his body if they got to see it. Even with the more perverted of the boys they didn't stare anymore. Eventually it was just Bakugou. No more out of place than any of the other boys. Not even Kaminari's eyes wandered anymore. All but fucking Mineta... That scumbag was relentless... Always trying to sneak a peek... The others had taken to protecting him from the short teen, something that both annoyed him and made him feel nice and warm and safe. A confusing mix, but in the end he was thankful for their concern and loyalty.

The night finally came when how much of a mistake allowing Mineta to do as he pleased actually was. As usual, Bakugou was the first of his class to go to sleep, in bed by 8:30pm and having drifted off a little after 8:45pm. He remained safe till about 1am. Everyone else, even the night owls, had long since gotten to bed to leave the halls silent and empty. Bakugou of course has long since fallen into a deep sleep.

It was then that Mineta slipped quietly out of his room. He was dressed in his PJs in case someone ran into him out after curfew, making his was to the room of one Bakugou, Katsuki. The lock didn't take long for someone like him to pick and then he was inside and clicking the door quietly shut.

Bakugou's clothes were rather constricting as he wore a binder every day so he wanted to be comfortable when he slept at the very least. As such, he wore very little to bed. Just a loose tank top and a pair of boxers. It seems he'd grown hot in the night and kicked off the sheets as well, unknowingly making things easier for the invader in his room. All the small teen had to do was pull down the front of his boxers to gaze upon the other's most intimate place. With a little careful effort, it wasn't hard to slide those boxers down to the other's ankles. If that weren't bad enough, it seemed the grape boy wasn't satisfied with just looking... Ever so slowly, Bakugou's mind was dragged up from deep sleep and by the time his eyes groggily fluttered open, Mineta was too engrossed in watching his fingers side in and out of Bakugou's now slick slit to even notice the other wake.

The reaction that followed was nigh instantaneous. The explosion was loud enough to wake the whole of the dorm, the vibration causing an almost building wide shutter. The boy that fled the smoking room was fairly badly hurt, but when one feared for their life, pain didn't slow you down much. More out of place was the lack of yelling. The lack of a rage induced chase. Nothing of the sort came. Once the first of his friends rushed to check on him, they would find Bakugou still in bed, eyes wide with shock. His legs were drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around then and boxers still around one of his ankles. It didn't take a genius to at least have an idea of what must have happened. What's more, his room was virtually destroyed... His bed was charred and smoking, as was most of his furniture. Even the walls, floor and ceiling were scorched. The only things that were safe was what was behind him and considering he was in bed, that was a very small section of his room. Bakugou didn't seem to even notice the destruction around him, or even the new person now in his room.

.....

When Kirishima first came to UA, what he didn’t expect was to be pulled aside and informed that someone was trans. Bakugou Katsuki. He was so manly, Kirishima guessed that Bakugou was trying to make himself more manly so no one would notice. And if Kirishima has never been told, he wouldn’t have noticed. It was odd at first, he’d never met a trans person before, or at least he didn’t know it. But soon he came to realize that Bakugou was just like the rest of them, minus a dick. But it didn’t make him any less of a man. Even when he accidentally walked in on Bakugou changing and seeing the binder, he didn’t think anything different of him. But Bakugou freaked out, and Kirishima felt terrible. So he supported him no matter what and encouraged him. Reassuring him that he still saw Bakugou as the manliest guy he knew. And then Bakugou got more comfortable, he started joining them in the locker rooms and Kirishima always made sure to stay by his side just incase he needed reassurance. Their lockers were next to each others so it was easy for him to keep an eye on Bakugou and make sure he was comfortable.

Of course it was a little weird for him to suddenly see Katsuki naked and walking out of the showers with a towel around his waist, his chest exposed before he got his binder on. And like anyone else he would glance at his chest quickly before looking back at his face. But the quick glances only happened a handful of times before he got more used to it. But he always noticed Mineta trying to get at him, and each time he did, Kirishima would harden his hand and arm and threaten him. And made it his personal mission to stick by Bakugous side just incase Mineta came near him. At one point Sero taped him to the wall cause they all got so fed up with it.

Kirishima stretched as he passed Bakugous room, right next to his. He glanced at his phone, 9:00. Bakugou would be asleep by now. He smiled a little and walked into his room. He was glad Bakugous room was next to his, they could become better friends this way. He hoped for that. Kirishima wanted to get to know him so much better. Around 10 he finally finished nightly exercises he always did, and went to bed. And soon fell into a deep sleep. He snored lightly as he slept.

And suddenly, around 1:10 AM, he jolted up from his bed and heard an explosion. Kirishimas head whipped to the side and looked at the shared wall of his and Bakugous rooms. “Bakugou...” He muttered, still a little groggy and running out of his room, fumbling with the lock a little and swinging open his door. He turned and saw Shouji, who also ran out of his room to see what happened. And then they both saw Mineta run out of Bakugous room. Kirishimas skin prickled with his quirk, his skin turning hard in certain bits. He glanced at Shouji who nodded and ran after Mineta, while Kirishima ran into Bakugous room. “Bakugou! Bakugou are you okay?!” He glanced around before he saw him, noticing his boxers around his ankle and he clasped a hand over his mouth and gasped. Then looking down the hall towards where Shouji was running after Mineta, probably joined by some of the other guys now. He wanted to kill that guy now, but Bakugou needed someone. He ran over and kept his distance a little, fearing Bakugou would try to blow him up for touching him. “B-Bakugou...pull up your boxers, and please get up. Your room is destroyed. Cmon you can sleep in my bed. You’ll be safe there, I won’t let anyone in...Shouji is chasing him down with probably everyone else.” He said, his voice quiet. He moved to stand at the side of his bed, not looking at him in worry of Bakugou not wanting anyone to look at him right now.

.....

When he'd first arrived here, he had been a little hesitant to use the shared lockers and showers with the other boys. After being accidentally walked in on while changing in the bathroom and a subsequent talk, he'd walked away with the confidence to finally change with the others while Kirishima walked away with a better understanding of what it was to be transgender and the insecurities that naturally came with it. He'd been afraid that he would be thought of as weaker it less manly for his insecurities, but Kirishima said just what he needed to hear. It was that moment that has Bakugou not just accepting that the other boy was his friend, but his best friend at that. After that, it was easier to accept other friends into his life as well and from there came enough comfort to use the showers with them.

These were huge steps for him and his self-confidence when it came to his body. He'd honestly thought that he'd finally reached a point where he felt... Normal. Just like any of the other boys despite what he had between his legs and his weird little breasts. Amazing how a single moment can ruin months, hell, years of work.

The boy Kirishima found curled up on the charred bed looked so little like the normally unfailingly confident young man he was familiar with. Eijirou was one of the few people who had seen him on the verge of a breakdown and even fewer had ever seen him have a panic attack. Now Kirishima could count himself among those very few people...

At first, Bakugou didn't react, eyes unfocused and wide, tears threatening to fall. When he finally registered the closeness of someone else, he snapped out of it, a hand shooting out to hover just in front of the other teen's chest. His palm glowed as the chemical reaction that triggered his quirk started only for the glow to suddenly die as recognition flittered across the blonde's eyes. It was astounding just how much control he had over his quirk.

All the same, he drew back his now trembling hand blinking dumbly at his best friend then at the blackened inside of his room's door. He could hear some of the other students already at his door. Iida. He could hear Iida trying to control the chaos outside. He could hear shouting. Sero had rushed down from upstairs and Kaminari up from below. His closest friends next to Kirishima himself. Mina would join in soon he was sure, but it would take longer for the girls to get there as their dorms didn't connect. He'd have to thank Iida later, particularly as he had enough sense to realize that if Kirishima's room was empty, it meant that the teen was probably inside. His attention was drawn back then as he realized he was being asked questions.

"No... Uh, well, yeah I guess technically... I... No...? Fuck...! He... He was... He had his... I-I...Fuck..." The way he looked down at his own fingers was a small hint at what may have gone down, but if Kirishima was smart enough to put the clues together was a different matter. Regardless, the teen finally broke under the stress. He whispered for just a moment before suddenly moving, slamming up against his friend's abdomen. There he hugged himself, nuzzling into the safe feeling his friend's muscle brought and finally started to quietly sob. He didn't hold onto Eijirou which wasn't entirely a bad thing. It meant his pride, though clearly having taken a huge blow, was still present. He'd be alright in time... Unfortunately for the two of them, he was having trouble gathering himself enough to follow the instructions given to him. He needed another moment, but the delay was telling. Bakugou was not at all known for hesitating to do anything.

.....

Kirishima didn’t really get it at first. He knew about gay people and that kind of stuff, but trans was something he never really learned about. Until Bakugou. He quickly educated himself to know more about how to help Bakugou and figure out what could possibly make him upset. So he just constantly reassured him that he was manly as hell and the best guy he knew. His best friend. He loved Bakugou more than any of his other friends, possibly to a more severe extent, he may love him more than he realized. He was glad to see the change in Bakugou, to see him accept people into his life and let them get closer. But Kirishima remained the closest friend he had.

When he saw Bakugou, his heart broke. He wasn’t the confident manly guy he knew in this moment. He was scared and hurt. He needed someone by his side, and Kirishima was gonna be that person. He was gonna make himself be that person. Kirishima wanted to be by his side through everything in his life, he wanted to be a pillar of support for Bakugou.

He was already crying, he wanted to hold Bakugou and tell him everything would be just fine and that no one would ever hurt him again as long as Kirishima was there. But when the hand shot out infront of his chest, he just stared down at his hand. He didn’t activate his quirk, he just watched as his hand glowed but quickly died out. Kirishima heard voices down the hall and quickly went to shut the door, then returning to Bakugous side. He looked at him and wiped at his tears. Kirishima knew he would react in a way like that, but he knew Bakugou wouldn’t hurt him like that.

Kirishima watched him draw back his hand, looking at him, he sighed a little. “Bakugou...please don’t shut me out right now. I know you’re scared but I’m not gonna touch you unless you want me to hug you. You need someone right now, and I’m your best friend.” He said and watched him for a moment. Watching him look at his own hands as he muttered.

Then he finally realized the extent of what happened, and his hands balled into fists, his quirk activating and suddenly, he wanted to run out and beat Mineta to a pulp. But then Bakugou shot up to his chest and nuzzled against him. He deactivated his quirk on his hands and wrapped his arms around Bakugou, hugging him tightly. He didn’t want to let go. He never wanted to let go of Bakugou ever again. He rubbed his back a little and put his face against his hair, crying and his shoulders shaking as he did. Kirishima held him for a few minutes, just holding onto him like if he let go he would suddenly disappear. He nuzzled his face into his hair and put a hand into the back of his hair. “Ba-...Katsuki I need you to pull up your boxers please. I can carry you to my room and I’ll give you my shirt to cover yourself more since your room is kind of...destroyed now so your clothes are probably burned. But I need you to get out of your room and into mine so you can try to breathe and I could help you keep your mind off this.”

.....

The crowd outside was quickly growing as students rushed to find out what had happened. Already the news was starting to be pieced together, though there wasn't enough got a full picture. Shoji had been seen chasing a badly hurt Mineta which was joined by Tokoyami downstairs to finally catch the gross grape child, but had not returned with him yet. Midoriya had arrived in a panic, but Iida would not let even him past. Across the court yard voices could be heard from the 1-B students, notably Tetsutetsu's as his friendship with Kirishima had lead to one with Bakugou as well.

Meanwhile, Bakugou took comfort in his best friend's touch. The quiet sounds of his sobs and suffering continuing to gone for a little while longer. Slowly he was starting to calm and settled into silent tears. "Just... Just stay..." He finally forced out, lip trembling for a moment before he forced it still. "Don't leave me..."

It was then that the girls started to arrive, but more notably, Sero had lost his patience with their class rep and took advantage of Kirishima's vacant room. It wasn't hard to hear it coming, the shouting in the faux redhead's room then the sound of the sliding glass door. The next moment there was the familiar sound of extending tape and then Sero was lightly landing in Bakugou's balcony. There he froze, almond eyes wide. Seeing the room in the state it was in was shocking enough, but seeing Bakugou as he was, was so much worse. He had all he needed to put together what had likely happened and already he was backing up as he was shot the most heart breaking glare he'd ever seen. Still, with Mineta being involved, knowing Bakugou's gender situation and the lack of clothes on his lower half, it wasn't hard to put together for the tall teen. He jumped to the wrong conclusion, thinking it worse than it was, but he was definitely on the right track.

"Holy shit... I... I won't tell the others. I promise. I'm going to go help Iida, take care of him, Kirishima." Even as he spoke, he pulled out a small bit of tape, sticking it to one curtain than pulling them closed and sticking them together so that 1-B couldn't see inside. With that, he took his leave and rejoined the growing crowd outside which thankfully quieted when he reported that Bakugou was going to be okay. He wasn't sure of that himself, but getting everyone to calm would be best at this point.

Bakugou buckled a little under the strain of knowing someone else knew. Finally allowing himself to hug the other boy just a little as he struggled to bring his breathing under control. He could trust Sero. He was the voice of reason in their little group. He could trust him. At this point he was struggling to keep himself from having a full blown panic attack, Kirishima being his anchor right now. He nuzzled his friend's shoulder, hiding his face against his neck. "Why...? Why does all the really horrible shit happen to me? Is it karma? Am I a bad person...?"

.....

Kirishima could hear everyone’s voices and wanted to yell at them all to shut up so he could focus on Bakugou. The person who needed him right now. He wanted to punch the wall repeatedly to get out the anger he had now. But he needed to hold Bakugou. He hoped that this was comforting Bakugou somehow. He rubbed his back softly gently and put his other hand on the back of his head, running his hand through his hair gently. Kirishima heard Tetsutetsus voice and smiled a little, maybe he could get everyone to shut it. He didn’t want Bakugou being overwhelmed with everyone talking about him.

While he cried, he held him tightly and moved his other hand from in his hair to wrapping his arm around him. Then being told to stay and not leave. “Hey...hey...I’m not going anywhere ever again. I’ll never leave you Katsuki.” He pulled back a little to look at him and smile. Kirishima gently wiped at the tears on his face and kissed his forehead. “I’m never leaving your side ever again. I’ll always be here to protect you.”

He sighed a little as Bakugou still didn’t dress himself. So Kirishima pulled himself away and tugged off his shirt, then putting it on Bakugou to cover him if he wasn’t gonna pull up his boxers. Then pulling him into a hug again. When he heard shouting in his room, he snapped his head towards the wall and then to the sliding glass door, Sero. It was Sero. When he saw him he started shaking his head, still rubbing Bakugous back. Kirishima held him a little tighter, his hand moving back to the back of his head and running his hand gently through it.

“Please...don’t tell the others. Just...make sure Mineta never steps foot in this school again, or within three hundred feet of me and Bakugou. Cause I’ll kill him.” He said, his voice getting a threatening tone that wasn’t something he ever used. Kirishima smiled slightly at the way he closed the curtains. The crowd quieted a little and seemed to have a general sigh of relief when Sero came back. He probably told everyone that Bakugou would be fine. Kirishima wasn’t so sure about that, but he’d make it the truth if he could help it.

When Bakugou hugged him a little, he smiled. He rubbed his back still and pressed another kiss to the top of his head. “Deep breaths Katsuki, I’m here for you. I’m never leaving ever again.” He moved to sit down on the bed and pulled Bakugou onto his lap, his arms wrapped around him as he rocked him a little. Hoping it was a comforting motion. He wrapped his arms around him and put his hand on the back of his head and his other hand on the small of his back. “You’re not a bad person. You’re the best man I know. Bad shit happened to you because everyone is just jealous. The league was jealous and wanted your power, but I saved you. And now, I’m here. And I’m always gonna be here, through everything and I’ll protect you from the bad stuff. Katsuki I’ll stick by your side and support you no matter what you do. You could become a villain, but I know you won’t, you’re already the greatest hero to me. But for all I care you could become a villain, and I’d stay by your side and support you and protect you. You told me not to leave you, so I won’t ever leave you again.”

.....

He whimpered as the shirt was pulled over his head which helped cover most of him. He was pretty tall given the sex he was born with, but he was still smaller than most of the other boys and Kirishima was built heavier as well. It also helped to hide his small breasts which was a comfort. Being seen by Sero was another added stress, but he kept telling himself that it was fine, that Sero was safe. Not everyone was out to get him. It was just Mineta. Mineta hurt him. None of his other classmates would hurt him, even if a couple of them were perverts too.

He felt a little better when the curtains were secured and, much to his shock, when he was pulled into Kirishima's lap. He hadn't expected to be this comfortable, but he was. He snuggled up, closing his eyes and just losing himself in the feeling of safety. He even got a kiss to the head, something not even his mother had given him since he was about 5 or 6. He whimpered at the display of loyalty being shown to him, tilting his head up to nuzzle his face into his friend's neck. "You... You're so good to me... I don't deserve you. I'm so weak! I shouldn't need you to protect me over and over, I should be able to protect myself! I'm not good enough... No matter how hard I try, I'm never good enough... It always happens when I think I'm safe too... I think I finally got a handle on it, that I'm finally strong and then something just... /Happens/!!"

Another sob left him as he hugged his friend, slowly starting to grow less fearful, but his anxiety was clearly getting the better of him. What's more, these seemed like very deep seeded feelings. This couldn't be new and very clearly hinted at some old and well-established abuse. "K... Kirishima... I don't deserve your loyalty... I really don't, but... I need it... I need you. I don't know if I could keep from losing it if you weren't there for me. I... I know you will be. I know it." He hesitated then, but forced himself to speak just a little more. "Thank you... Thank you for putting up with me..."

.....

Kirishima didn’t like the whimper, he made him worry about the other. But now his chest was totally covered and it hung low on him so if he stood it would cover his crotch. He wasn’t very glad that Sero showed up in the room. But he closed the curtains for them and hopefully that helped Bakugo feel a little better. He tugged his shirt down a little to cover Bakugo better. Then sighing and looking at the boxers around his ankles. “Can I pull those up for you?” He asked and looked down at him worriedly. Bakugo was worrying him more than he could comprehend, all he wanted was for him to be safe and happy and to see his smile again. But honestly, Kirishima doubted he would smile for the next few weeks, maybe even months.

The way he snuggled up against Kirishima eased a bit of his nerves, he was fine with sitting in his lap like this. Everything was gonna be just fine, after he beat Mineta into a purple pulp for touching Bakugo. Kirishima kissed his head and nuzzled against his hair, then repeating the action of kissing his head. He left his face against his hair, and inhaled, it was such a comforting scent. Bakugo smelled a bit like caramel due to his quirk and it made Kirishima feel happy. If he was smelling that it meant Bakugo was nearby and that always made him smile. He blushed lightly at the feeling of his face against his neck. Kirishima frowned a little as he was told that Bakugo didn’t deserve him and that he was weak. It struck a nerve in him. “Shut up.” He said, frowning deeply and leaning his head on Bakugos. “First off, you do deserve me. Second, you aren’t weak. You’re so strong and manly Bakugo. You can protect yourself...but sometimes people need help, and that’s where I’ll come in. You are good enough! Stop telling yourself and me that you aren’t, I won’t believe it. When I’m around, you’ll be safe. I won’t let you go ever again. I wasn’t careful and manly enough once and you got kidnapped. I’m never going to let that happen again. I’ll never leave your side. You’re the strongest guy I know.”

He hugged him tightly and put his face against his hair, this was something they’d have to work through. It was deeply rooted in something else. These feelings weren’t just caused by Mineta and being kidnapped, what else happened to him? What wasn’t he telling Kirishima? Thinking he didn’t deserve his loyalty and just didn’t deserve Kirishima in general? That was a lie, it had to be. Bakugo deserves him, he deserved the world. “You do deserve it, you deserve it cause you’re my best friend and the manliest guy I know.” Then he said he /needed/ him. Bakugo never said that, how vulnerable were his emotions right now? “I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.” Kirishima said and then nodded. “You’re welcome, but you don’t need to thank me for doing my job as your best friend. I’m not putting up with you, I want to be there for you.“

.....

Nothing about the blond seemed like himself, shocked out of his usual unfaltering bravado. Being covered up helped quite a bit as it made him feel literally less exposed. There was still the matter of his mostly discarded boxers, but Eijirou was thankfully on top of it. When asked for permission to dress him, it snapped him out of it just enough to look down at his bare legs and barely covered crotch. Shaking hands finally reached out to take hold of his undergarments, shifting in Kirishima's lap to pull them up and eventually over his bottom to finally be completely decent. Once he was, the poor blond curled up against him again, seeking the safety he knew the redhead would always provide.

His eyes snapped open when told to shut up, his body going rigid. He remained frozen, listening to the other's words, his warped mind latching onto all the wrong things. He took a deep, shuttering breath, roughly rubbed the tears from his eyes, then crawled out of his lap and stood. "I don't need you to fuckin' protect me. I handled it on my own." He rumbled, going over to his closet and pulling the door open only for the damaged thing to snap off its hinges and fall to the ground. He didn't care... The doors had thankfully kept most of his clothes in here from being damaged, though a couple was scorched between where the doors met. He grabbed himself a set of loose-fitting pants and pulled them on. He then went over to his dresser and got himself a shirt, pulling off the other teen's and tossing it onto the bed for him.

Keeping his back to him, he pulled out a binder that he'd outgrown and wriggled into it. The extreme tightness comforted him... Reminded him of everything he'd fought for in terms of his gender. He pulled a t-shirt on over that. He wanted the comfort he'd been offered, even needed it, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't allowed to show weakness and hurt. If he was expected to be strong, he would be. He came back over to his bed and snatched up his phone, unlocking it and flicking through his contacts. Picking the one he needed, he pressed call and brought it up to his ear. Considering the state of his room, he couldn't say he was surprised that the call was picked up a split second after the first ring and a familiar voice instantly demanded to know what had happened.

"Mineta snuck into my room. I don't know where he is now, but I doubt he got far. I'm heading to Recovery Girl's office, tell her to meet me there." He'd actually been about to leave Kirishima entirely, heading towards his barely attached door only to pause. Shit. "Wait. Sensei. Does... Fuck... Does the school have rape kits or should I skip visiting her and go to a hospital?" There was a pause where he stood there some of the knee-jerk bravado draining as he was forced to stop, looking a little more helpless and lost again. If Eijirou looked close, he might notice he's still trembling.

"Right... I'll meet you in her office then." And with that, he was taking hold of the doorknob and bracing himself. "Stay or come with me, I don't care." Considering the statement came without prompting, Ei would know him well enough to know that he wanted him to come, but couldn't bring himself to ask. If actually hadn't wanted him to come, he likely wouldn't have said anything and just left. All the same, he opened the door and... The only one that remained outside was Iida and... Fuck, of course, Deku would absolutely refuse to leave, his childhood nickname instantly called as soon as the door was open. "I'm going to the infirmary. Don't fuckin' follow me." He ordered, looking the greenette in the eyes. He could see the argument on the tip of the other's tongue, but it seemed his glare was enough to get a reluctant nod. When the small teen meekly asked to be updated later he grunted, but didn't refuse, as close to a yes as you would get in a mood like this.

[h0mesick_alien]

Kirishima didn’t...he didn’t like this change in Bakugos behavior. It was freaking him out a little bit. And he knew that it was because of what just happened. But that didn’t stop it from scaring him. He wanted his confident best friend back. Though that might not happen for a little while...Kirishima took his hands off of Bakugo while he pulled up his boxers and covered himself. Then he wrapped his arms back around him and rubbed his back. “I’m here Kat....I’m here for you.” He murmured and hugged him tighter for a moment. “I’m never gonna leave you again I promise.” He murmured and kissed the top of his head.

He frowned when he felt him tense up. He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have told him to shut up. But he was just so angry. Bakugo wasn’t stupid or anything. He was perfect. He frowned as he stood, reaching out for him and watching him to to his closet. “Kat...you destroyed your room. That’s how you handled it.” Kirishima picked up his shirt as it was tossed at him, frowning and slowly pulling it on. He felt a little better when Bakugo was wearing it. And the binder upset him further. “Kat that’s too tight.” He murmured and got up slowly. “You need a new one...” His voice was soft as he tried to walk over to him and wanted to hug him again. But he stopped and sat back down when came over and grabbed his phone. Kirishima stayed silent and looked away, mad at himself for upsetting Bakugo.

He spoke up though when he mentioned Mineta. “Shoji chased him down and probably caught him by now.” He murmured and stared at the floor. And when he started to walk away, he teared up a little and frowned. He wanted to go with him. And when he mentioned a rape kit, then the hospital, he got tenser. Was this worse than he thought it was? Did Mineta do more than he thought?... When he looked up to see Bakugo trembling again, he got up and walked over to him, gently putting his hand on his shoulder. He knew that this was a false bravado. Bakugo was doing this to seem strong.

“I care and I’m coming with you.” He said and took his other hand gently, gentle enough that Bakugo could pull away easily if he wanted to. And he knew Bakugo wanted him to come with, he just couldn’t ask. So Kirishima decided he was going with him. He let go of his hand for a moment. “I’m grabbing my phone, I’ll meet you at the elevator. Okay?” His voice was soft and he quickly went into his room to grab his phone and a hoodie. Then he stopped by Iida and Midoriya. “I’ll update you if he says it’s okay that I do. And I’ll make sure he’s okay.” He smiled a little and ran off towards the elevator.

He stood beside Bakugo for a moment and took his hand again. “Kat...please don’t shut me out just because I messed up and said the wrong thing. I just...you aren’t weak and you do deserve to have me by your side. I promise you that.” He said softly and looked at him. Then offered the hoodie to him. “I-If you want it?...you don’t have to take it, but I just thought I’d offer...” He murmured and smiled a little, hoping to comfort him somehow. “And if you don’t want to sleep in my room till yours is fixed, I get it. Whatever you want to do. Whatever would make you the most comfortable.” When the elevator opened, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the bottom floor.

[NicTheDjinn]

He was safe. He was safe with Kirishima. He didn't have to be alone right now. The arms around him made him feel safe and cared for, something he desperately needed at that moment. Then he felt a kiss pressed to his crown and he all but melted. He didn't have the energy to his himself like he always did. He could relax, even if only for a little while. He just wanted to feel safe for once in his life. He'd never felt like this at home and his own ego had made it almost impossible for him to let himself relax around Deku anymore. Maybe he could someday, but he wasn't there just yet.

He relaxing so much in his best friend's presence that he was finally allowing himself to hurt openly, to show his insecurity and his weakness. The last thing he'd expected was to be told to shut up. And so he had, slamming all his walls back up around the soft parts of himself, the weak parts that were hurt and bleeding, the parts that desperately wanted comfort. He wasn't allowed to be weak. His mother had drilled that into him all his life. Living in the dorms had to have made him soft, he'd almost forgotten... He scoffed as he pulled on a pair of pants as he was called out for the damage he'd caused in his own room. The incredible control over his quirk wasn't enough. He needed a better handle on it. He needed to have perfect control, even when he was more asleep than awake. He had to be perfect. He had to be...

"It worked didn't it? You think you'd have more control than I did if you woke up to some mouth breathing little purple freak knuckle deep in you?" This wasn't even touching on the natural paranoia that came from being kidnapped and held hostage, which Kirishima of course knew about, and being held hostage and raped in front of a crowd, which Eijirou of course didn't know about. No one did... Sure there was news coverage about how the slime villian had held him hostage and almost killed him, but no one seemed to have put together that the bastard wasn't just forcing himself down his throat and up his nose. He'd been seeping into all his holes. all of them.

"It's fuckin' fine!" He snapped at the comment to his binder's ill fit. It was one that he'd had when he'd first arrived at Yuuei. It had fit him nicely then, but his shoulders were broader and his muscles more developed since. Sure he could get into it, but it was definitely far too tight on him, tight enough that he actually had a little trouble getting his hands in through the armholes to pull his little breasts up and over so that they looked like proper pectorals. He looked great, which was the point, but there was no question between how hard it was to get on and how thin the fabric stretched that it was too small on him now. Thankfully, he wouldn't be doing any exercise like this or he might actually hurt himself.

The blond looked over when Eijirou added an important detail he didn't know. "Kirishima just told me Shouji went after Mineta." He relayed the message, nodding a little when assured that the tall boy would be contacted promptly. He was then urged to go to the nurse's office then they were hanging up.

Thankfully, Kirishima read his wants between the words as he usually did and not only confirmed that he would be coming along, but added that he cared about him. He hadn't asked for that, but he'd needed it more than he himself realized. Sadly, he hadn't managed to suppress all of the flinch the physical contact elicited from him. It wasn't too surprising that he was a little jumpy at physical touch at the moment, not with all the bottled up anxiety he was struggling with at the moment. A grunt came from him when informed that the faux redhead would be making a quick stop at his room, pressing the button to the elevator anyway as he waited for the sake of doing something with himself.

"Th-thank you, Kirishima-kun!" Chirped the tearful boy, his freckled cheeks wet and clearly frightened for his childhood friend. It was obvious how desperately he wanted to help, but just like with Bakugou's kidnapping, he knew that they still weren't in the right place for him to do anything but stress the upset blond at the moment. In the end, it was Iida that carefully closed Bakugou's damaged door then gently coaxed Izuku to bed. When Eijirou fetched his phone, he would find that it had been, unsurprisingly, blown up with messages. There were at least one or two messages from nearly everyone in their class, but most of the many messages were frantic texts from Sero, Kaminari, Mina, and Izuku.

While all of them sounded incredibly distressed, Sero's told the most story as they went from demanding to know what had happened, demanding to know if Bakugou was alright 'in there', a warning that if he didn't answer he would go through his room to get to Bakugou's balcony, a final warning that he was doing it, then an apology for having intruded and the promise that he would get everyone out of the hallway as well as to not breathe a word of what he'd seen to anyone.

Tetsutetsu had also texted him, first trying to figure out why the explosion had happened, followed by the assumption it had been Bakugou and expressing his concern and worry for the blond as well as Kirishima himself. He urged him to text him no matter the hour if he needed him. Though his relationship with Bakugou was spotty, Tetsu was a good guy and his concern was real, not to mention the fact he was very ready to offer all the support that Eijirou might need. He was a good friend.

Of more importance, there were texts from Tokoyami. Apparently, he'd been the one to actually catch Mineta and from the sound of things, the little bastard hadn't been particularly easy to catch. He was with Shouji which had forgotten his phone in his rush. Thankfully, there was a text also stating that they had contacted Aizawa using Fumikage's phone and were now waiting to meet with their Sensei. At least this was confirmation the little shit hadn't escaped.

Given how quick the elevators were, it arrived, opened, and closed in the time Eijirou took to get his phone and fetch a hoodie. He tensed when his hand was taken, but despite this, his fingers closed tightly around that hand to make it clear he wanted it regardless of how he was acting or what he was saying.

"I don't fuckin' need you or your approval." He snapped only to hesitate when offered the hoodie. He pushed the button again to get the elevator to let them inside, walking in with him. He wanted that hoodie. He wanted to be surrounded in the redhead's scent. It would be comforting despite the verbal setback they were currently dealing with. His tongue peeked out to moisten his lips clearly wanting the hoodie badly, but in the end he turned away. "I don't need your fuckin' hoodie." He couldn't show weakness. Accepting the hoodie would be a sign of weakness, proof that he couldn't handle what had happened to him on his own. He couldn't allow that. How long he would be able to stick with his tough-guy act with all the little sighs that he wasn't alright still showing, it was hard to say.

[h0mesick_alien]

Kirishima wanted Bakugo to feel completely safe with him. But now...when he told him to shut up because he was getting so angry at him for talking down on himself...saying he was weak and that he didn’t deserve Kirishima. He didn’t believe it. And he told him to shut up when he should have comforted him and told him that he cared about him and he loved him and that being weak was okay. Years of work were suddenly thrown out the window all because he said something wrong... Now he knew Bakugo wouldn’t be able to relax with him and Be vulnerable.

He wanted Bakugo to feel open with him again. He wanted him to be weak and accept comfort and love. Kirishima wanted to tell him that he could be weak and soft and cared for. He just...had to get Bakugo to believe it. Kirishima tensed and his quirk rippled up and down his arms when he mentioned what Mineta did. Just hearing it made him want to punch a hole in the wall. So he stood up and slammed his unhardened fist through the wall. The room was already destroyed, why not just get out some of his anger he usually put towards his punching bag. He took a deep breath and sat back down. “No...I don’t think I would. You did what a lot of people would do if this happened...” He said softly and sighed.

“I just...this also seems a little....extreme. I mean yeah, maybe ending up with a destroyed bed, but the entire room?” He looked around and then at Katsuki. Was there more to this? More trauma other than being held hostage by the League and that sludge villain incident, and being tied up and muzzled at the sports festival in their first year? Okay, maybe it wasn’t a little extreme. “So maybe it isn’t extreme for you...a lot has happened to you Kat. I’m sorry I said that.” He said a little softer and flinched when he was snapped at about the binder. “I-“ Kirishima looked at him for a moment before looking away again.

“It doesn’t fit you, it looks like it hasn’t fit in years. It’s digging into your skin and bruising you...please let me get you a new one sometime soon Suki?” He’d get him a couple of new ones, and one that’s a size too big for him to exercise in. He’d read somewhere online that when you swim or exercise it should be in a binder that’s one size up. “Hopefully he’s caught him by now...” He murmured when Bakugo repeated what he said. “I’ll let you know once I find out, okay?” He smiled a little nervously and scratched the side of his neck. His nerves were starting to get to him even more than before.

When he touched Bakugo and he flinched, he pulled his hand away quickly and stuffed it into his pocket. “I’m sorry.” He said and looked away. When he was taking to Midoriya, he smiled and nodded. “Course man, I know you care about him.” He said and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently and then jogging off. While walking to the elevator, he looked over the messages. And first he messaged back Sero. *’It’s alright man, thanks for getting everyone out of the hall. Suki probably would have freaked out if he walked out and saw everyone there. I’ll update you when I can, probably in a group chat with the squad and Midoriya.’*

Then he was messaging Tetsu. *’Uh....some stuff happened man, real bad stuff. I’ll tell you once Katsuki is okay with me telling people what’s goin on.’* He then was back at Bakugos side. “Tokoyami caught him.” He said as he read the messages. “He and Shouji are waiting for Aizawa right now.” Kirishima said and glanced at him. Feeling his hand tighten around his own made him relax a little. Thank fuck. He was accepting some kind of comfort, at least a little bit of comfort.

But then he was frowning and almost wanted to pull away again. “Okay...sorry.” He murmured and looked down at the floor, holding the hoodie against himself when he said he didn’t need it. But he did see that want in Bakugos eyes, that he wanted the hoodie badly. “Kat...” He sighed when the doors slid closed. “Please just take the hoodie, to calm my nerves at least.” Kirishima said and looked at him, nervously holding it out to him. “And...it’s okay to be weak sometimes. I’m sorry I told you to shut up.”

Kirishima hesitantly slid his hand out of Bakugos and hugged him gently. “I shouldn’t have told you to shut up, but you were talking down on yourself and saying you didn’t deserve me.” Tears welled in his eyes and his shoulders shook. “And that’s not true.” He shook his head, holding him tighter. “It’s just not true. You do deserve me caring about you and you deserve to be comforted. Being weak is okay. Look at me right now.” He pulled back and sniffled, tears streaming down his face. “I’m being really weak right now cause...cause I’m so worried about you. He- He touched you and...and god Kat what if something even worse than what happened, happened? Fuck I might have gone on a rampage and killed him...” Kirishima put his head on Bakugos shoulder and rubbed his hands gently up and down his back.

“I couldn’t...I couldn’t protect you from this. And I know you say you don’t need fucking protecting, but goddamn it I’m gonna want to protect you! I love you so much and I just want to see you safe and secure and happy.” He pulled away and wiped at is eyes. “Now please just put on my damn hoodie so I’ll feel like you’re safer. Please...”

[NicTheDjinn]

He failed to suppress a flinch when the other teen put his fist through the wall. That in of itself was highly unusual. Bakugou was usually very much at home in the face of violence, but time and again he was showing worrying signs of just how much was actually wrong with him. He'd always kept his problems to himself and that was true to this day. Bit by bit little hints had been revealed to Kirishima in particular, but he couldn't bring himself to show that level of weakness in front of Kirishima yet. Now he felt like he'd been right to give in to his paranoia and keep silent about his problems if that's that happened when he broke down all the way.

He shouldn't be surprised... He wasn't supposed to be allowed to be on the same level as the rest of the world. By definition, to be the best, you had to be better than literally everyone else. He needed to be stronger. He couldn't let something as insignificant as trauma to get in his way. It happened and it was over. He wasn't physically hurt. There was nothing stopping him from continuing his life as if it hadn't happened. No big deal. He was fine.

"At this point, I could level a city block with a single attack. Despite waking up to being assaulted, I caused minimal superficial damage to a single bedroom. The nature of my quirk is extremely destructive. I'd say I did a damn good job of limiting the damage I caused when I was more asleep than awake." He latched onto his groggy state, preferring to admit that than to admit that his past traumas were the real reason he'd over-reacted. While the amount of destruction might have been excused by the fact he hadn't been awake enough, his behavior suggested there was far from that simple.

"I don't need you to buy me shit. This isn't my only binder, get off my dick, I'm fine!" He lied, at least about being fine. He actually did own several binders that fit properly. Though the extra contouring made him feel better, he could feel how tight it was. It hurt to wear and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this on for long. Still, he needed the extra comfort, needed to feel like he was as masculine as he could be in that moment. Things would have been different if he'd thought that Mineta had only targeted him because he thought he was hot, but there was no question that he'd been selected because the little bastard looked at him the same way as he did the girls.

Poor Eijirou was swept up in working collateral damage then, Midoriya smiling weakly but clearly comforted by the promise of an update on the situation. Sero replied quickly when he finally got a response, making it pretty obvious that he had been holding his phone at the time.

'Yeah I figured he would have flipped. Keep us posted, man, we're all worried about him. I'll start a chat for us, just let me know when you're ready and I'll invite you.'

Next down the line was their steely friend,

'Dude no kidding we *felt* that from over here! The alarms aren't going off so it wasn't a villian attack, right? Just let me know if you need me, okay bro? I'm here for you.'

The fact that Tokoyami had caught the little bastard was a comfort. It's not like tracking him down to catch him later for the crime would have been hard as he knew exactly who it was, but this would save them the trouble and prevent the gross grape from cleaning off any evidence left on his fingers. Though he was still going to take comfort in the hand holding. He was struggling to allow himself even that, part of him wanting the comfort as badly as part of him needed to be independent.

Unfortunately for them both, Kirishima was a bleeding heart and couldn't help wanting to protect him. It was a sweet gesture, but Bakugou was just too prickly at the moment to allow for such a thing. His mind rebelled at the reassurances offered to him, his battered psyche quick to reject what he was being told. He was supposed to be the best. He couldn't be the best if he was weak! He wasn't allowed to be weak! He'd never make it all the way to the top if he showed weakness, he wasn't allowed to! He needed to be perfect!!

His pride finally got the better of him and he yanked his hand free, stepping back away from his friend to put a little distance between them. "I'm not fuckin' weak!! I don't need your protection, I can take care of my own damn self!" He looked around at the small space within the elevator, looking every bit the trapped animal. "Fuck... I'm fine on my own! I don't need you!" He insisted, painstakingly putting all his walls back up around him. "You're not my fuckin' keeper! You didn't know he was gonna pull that bullshit. No one thought he was bold enough to try something like that or we would have been more prepared. I sure as fuck wouldn't have been cause unaware like that if we'd known. I'm not taking the damn hoodie, it's just a piece of cloth! That sure as shit didn't protect me from him this sure as fuck won't either!" He raged on, rushing out of the elevator as soon as it dinged on the first floor.

So far, he'd yet to tell Kirishima to leave him alone or stop following him, so it likely meant that a part of him still wanting Eijirou there with him. He made his way through the common room and over to the main doors, slipping his feet into his loafers, going over to the door and pausing. "Hurry up and get your shoes on..." Oh good... The order was a clear sign he wasn't willing to give up Kirishima's company just yet, the blond watching him through a more anxious version of his usual glare. Despite all the bravado, it was clearly nothing more than that. He wanted Kirishima with him, even if he was being frustrated by him at that moment.

[h0mesick_alien]

Kirishima wasn’t mad at Bakugou, that wasn’t why he punched the wall and he hoped Bakugou wasn’t thinking that he was mad at him. It was Mineta. He was pissed
About what that guy did to Bakugou. He was the lowest of the low and Kirishima was hoping he’d go to jail forever. If he asked about it later he’d assure him that he didn’t do that because of him. He did it because of the little grape fucker. Kirishima really didn’t mean to upset Bakugou or make him feel that his feelings or reaction was invalid. His reaction was very much valid, he had every right to do that. Kirishima was just worried...he caused so much damage...

“I-....I’m sorry for what I said. You’re right. You responded how anyone else would. Sorry...” He murmured and looked down at the floor. Though he did figure that this had something to do with past trauma as well. How could it not? Another traumatic event happening to Bakugou? His mental state had to be declining more and more every day. Kirishima could only hope that Bakugou would let him back in soon so he could help.

When he yelled, Kirishima flinched and shrunk down a little. “I just...I just wanted to help.” He said softly and looked down at the floor. He was so worried about Bakugous health, he wasn’t okay with that binder on. He knew he wore that one more than other ones, he could see how it pressed into his skin under his shirts if he leaned or turned a certain way. Or if the shirt was a tighter one. And that really worried him every time he saw him wearing that one. Kirishima would end up being more gentle, he wouldn’t throw his arm around his shoulders or lean on him, pat his back, nothing to jostle him around so he wouldn’t end up in more pain.

*’Alright man I’ll let you know.’* He responded to Sero and then went back to his conversation with Tetsu.

*’Yeah...it was intense to feel from right next door too. It wasn’t a villain, no. Thanks bro, I’ll let you know.’* He sighed as he responded to Tetsu and then tucked his phone back into his pocket.

Kirishima was glad that Bakugou would at least still hold his hand. It comforted him too, a lot. A hug would be better, but he knew Bakugou wasn’t really into affection like Kirishima was. He craved constant contact with someone, preferably Bakugou if he could. But it wasn’t too often he got to hold his hand so he could often be seen holding Minas hand. She was his oldest friend and he felt like she was a sister to him. Kirishima was a tad worried that Bakugou would end up having to testify in court over this...but if it came to that he’d want to be right by his side and support him through it all.

He teared up when his hand was yanked away and he pulled away. Kirishima backed up to stand against the wall, giving Bakugou as much space as he could. And now he just looked like a kicked puppy. “Right, okay, sorry.” He said softly and looked at the floor. What could he do to fix this or comfort his best friend? Absolutely fucking nothing. He was useless to him right now. He wanted to say that if he just paid more attention or if he’d been awake and heard Bakugous door open he could have tried to prevent this.

He kept his eyes down at the floor as he was yelled at, letting Bakugou leave the elevator first. He followed out once he’d stepped a few feet away, worried about pissing him off for being too close to him. He’d rather just keep his distance and not aggravate him. He looked down at the hoodie in his arms, it felt like a worthless piece of fabric now, part of him wanted to even activate his hardening on his hands and tear it to shreds. But he didn’t, he just held it in his arms and followed.

Kirishima was silent as he walked a few steps behind him, waiting to Bakugou to tell him to go back to his dorm and leave him alone. But instead he told him to put on his shoes. So he obeyed after nodding a little, getting them on and then standing nearby, not not too close. He hadn’t noticed the look in his eyes yet, he didn’t want to look at him and aggravate him with his sad expression. Kirishima badly wanted to be bolder and grab his hand and stand by his side again, but his last time being bold and trying to reason with him on his own level didn’t work out so well. So he’d rather just take on a submissive stance and keep his head down.

Maybe he should have left the hoodie in his room, or in the common room, or torn it to shreds like his mind told him to. Maybe he could put it on? But what if Bakugou did end up wanting it? Which now seemed pretty unlikely...he was just angry at Kirishima. So he tugged the hoodie onto himself and shoved his hands into the big pocket, trying to hide part of his face in the fabric as he stared at the floor.

[NicTheDjinn]

In the end, Kirishima yielded, conceding to his reasoning. It didn't make him feel any better... He should have controlled himself better. Even if he'd only just woken up, even if he'd been scared, even if he had unaddressed PTSD. He should have done better than this. He needs to work on his control, not of his quirk, but of his emotions. He'd thought he'd had a handle on the trauma, but clearly, he was still struggling with it. As always, he fell short of his goals... He would just have to work harder.

The biggest problem they were struggling with now is that Bakugou had closed himself off so tightly that he was far more like when he'd first arrived at Yuuei and Kirishima was treating him with the amount of familiarity that he'd gotten used to. Things would surely smooth out in time, but there was just too much pain and fear to work through at the moment, not to mention the shields the blond had put up to protect himself. In a moment of weakness, he'd allowed himself to trust too deeply. He should have known better... Still... It hurt. It hurt so much more than he cared to admit.

To complicate matters, the one person he'd trusted most had been the one to hurt him, leaving him in the awkward position of wanting to seek comfort from him, but the risk of being hurt again so soon was terrifying. Kirishima was taking back what he had said before, but what someone said candidly tended to have more truth than a correction someone made. More accurately, it was more true to their thoughts. This wasn't always true as things could be said in the heat of the moment, but it was enough for the blond's battered psyche to clutch onto.

Despite how upset he was though, even at the faux redhead himself, he wanted the comfort being offered to him, even when the other withdrew out of fear of making matters worse. He couldn't admit he wanted that comfort though so how to get it without asking for it. He chose his words carefully, tired eyes peeking over his shoulder at his best friend. "Oi... Keep up. Don't make me wait for your slow ass." He hoped that would be enough to get him to walk within reach again. What's more, he still wanted that hoodie... But how to get it...?

It was hard to say if he lucked out on that front or not. Between the slightly cooler air and his cooling, frightened nerves, he was starting to shake. He brought his arms up to hug himself against the tremble, staring down at the ground as he walked. It didn't take too much longer before he forced himself to speak again. "I... I-I don't need your damn hoodie, but... It's cold..." He trailed off, losing his nerve before he could ask for it directly. It wasn't at all hard to tell he was using the temperature as an excuse to let himself take comfort from the sweater, but still, he couldn't help himself. This was the best he could allow himself for right now. "I want you there with me. Don't leave. If they tell you that you need to get out, fuck them, stay." He added, knowing himself well enough to realize that he might not be able to get himself to ask him to stay with others around him.

[h0mesick_alien]

Kirishima regretted what he said, Bakugo didn’t overreact, it’s obvious he has deeper trauma. And even if he didn’t, he woke up with a nasty perverts fingers inside of him. He didn’t overreact at all, Kirishima just wasn’t thinking. He needs to do better, for his best friends sake. He loves Bakugo, more than he should if he calls him just his best friend. But he can’t help those feelings. But this guy is truly his best friend and he wants to do things to make him smile, things to make him feel happy and loved. Not making him more upset, that’s the last thing Kirishima wanted to do.

He broke the fragile trust Bakugo had in him. He upset him. He fucked up so bad. Kirishima wanted nothing more than to be close to him again. He wanted to hold him and tell him everything is gonna be okay. Those walls were right back up around his heart and it took him so long to break them down. He felt like he was going to have to start over and rebuild the trust from the ground up. Hopefully though…he could apologize enough and Bakugo would trust him again. He had no idea how to make this up to Bakugo, what he said wasn’t true but Bakugo now believed it was.

It was a heat of the moment thing and he didn’t mean it. When Bakugo spoke and told him to keep up, he nodded and caught up to him, though still walked a little behind and away, worried about upsetting him even further. There were still tears running down his face as he tried to think of ways to fix this. He didn’t want to be in reach out of fear, fear of making Bakugo angry that he’s in his space too much. But Kirishima wanted to be in his space, he liked his space. His space was always so warm and smelled like burnt caramel but in a really good way.

Though instantly he noticed him starting to shake, he wished the blonde took him up on taking his hoodie. And as if some higher power was smiling very slightly down on him, Bakugo asked for his hoodie. Kirishima nodded and pulled it off, holding it out towards him and then wiping at his tears with his hand. Then he nodded and took a deep breath. “Of course I’ll be there with you. I’ll do whatever you need me to do Bakugo.” Back to Bakugo, not Katsuki, not the familiar little ‘Suki’ he calls out whenever he sees the blonde. He was scared to make him angry.

“I…I want to apologize again. I really didn’t mean what I said, it was heat of the moment thing, I promise. Please forgive me…” Kirishima said softly as he caught up to him a little more. If they had to do a rape kit he’d be really worried about staying in the room, just incase it could make Bakugo uncomfortable. But he’d at least insist on turning around and holding his hand to let Bakugo squeeze it or pop explosions against it if he feels uncomfortable because of what they have to do.

[NicTheDjinn]

Together they walked, Bakugou huddling into the safety he felt from the hoodie. Even though Eijirou had thoughtlessly hurt him, he was still the one he felt safest with. The people that were supposed to love him the most hurt him all the time. A twisted part of his mind wondered if that meant Kirishima loved him. He felt warmth pool in his chest at the thought. Surely Eijirou could do better than someone like him... Maybe he was just reading into it too much. He'd always been very poor at reading other people's feelings so that was probably just him projecting his crush. Yeah, that seemed more likely.

Bakugou. He'd just called him Bakugou. He'd dropped that familiarity they'd developed. Shit... Maybe he'd realized that he wasn't worth the effort he'd put into their friendship? Fuck... Maybe he'd realized he wasn't as manly as he'd thought? Maybe he'd finally realized just how soft, weak, and pathetic Katsuki was on the inside. Maybe he should have just sucked it up and taken it as he did with his mother. Was he desperate enough to accept that kind of treatment to keep Eijirou in his life? He found his mind not hesitating to accept that he would, even if he wouldn't be able to easily vocalize such a thing. He should have known... This was the love he was fated for from the start. No one as perfect as Eijirou would be interested in him. Not without a catch, if at all. Katsuki just wasn't that lucky.

He was snapped out of his dark, self-deprecating thoughts as the faux redhead spoke, apologizing for his earlier words. Was he actually sorry or was he only sorry now because he was reacting so poorly to what he'd said? He wasn't sure... At the very least, his begging for forgiveness was a clear indicator that he wanted to be a part of the blond's life and that would have to be enough for now.

"Whatever... He just fingered me, it's not like I'm actually hurt." Already he was playing down the traumatic event that had just taken place, but it didn't hold up well. He couldn't bring himself to look up from the way his eyes downcast towards the ground, or stop himself from hugging the hoodie like it might somehow keep him safe from the world, nor was he dismissing his best friend because he didn't need the extra emotional support, not to mention how defensive he'd gotten about not having been overreacting earlier.

He didn't seem to regain any of his usual confidence even as he stepped up into the school building and even hesitated outside of the nurse's office. He had to go in there. He knew he had to. He really didn't want to. Taking a deep breath that he refused to acknowledge shuttered on the way in, he opened the door and entered.

Sure enough, there was Recovery Girl, as expected, though there was clear evidence that she had rushed to meet them. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail instead of its neat bun and below her white coat was what was clearly a nightgown, her outfit rounded off by fuzzy house slippers. It made it quite clear that she had wasted no time after being roused from bed. In spite of this, she looked as warm and grandmotherly as she always did. She clearly took note of Eijirou's presence but if Bakugou wanted him there, she had no objections. Still, she needed to check. "Hello, dears. Come, why don't you get comfortable here." She encouraged Bakugou, motioning towards the bed she had only just finished prepping for him, "Do you want Kirishima-kun to stay here with you or would you like him to wait outside?"

"I don't care if he stays..." He grumbles, reluctantly accepting the gown she handed to him. He knew why he needed one, he just wasn't happy about it. He looked rather grumpy about putting it on, amusingly doing it on top of his clothes rather than changing out of them.

"As you wish. Kirishima-kun, could you help me for a moment?" She prompted, even as she scuttled over to a closet, opening it up. Once he was at her side, she pointed, I will need those, if you would please." What she was pointing at were bent metal poles with curved pads at the ends. Once he'd grabbed them for her, she lead him back and had him help her secure them to the end of the bed before adjusting them on her own.

Bakugou instantly knew what they were, though Kirishima may or may not. As someone with a vagina, he'd already had several gynecologist visits. He knew what feet stirrups were and what they were used for. Already he looked visibly tense, even if he sat quietly as they set them up. It seemed he'd taken advantage that they had their backs turned too as his sweatpants and boxers were folded up neatly next to him, though the hoodie was clearly still on with how bulky the gown looked.

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He didn’t want to be one of the people that loved him and hurt him. He just wanted to be one of the people that loved him. He wanted to be the person that loved Bakugo the most and the person Bakugo loved most. Kirishima fully believed that Bakugo was the best person in the world for him, he was so perfect in every way. Even in the ways he didn’t like himself, Kirishima loved everything about him. He didn’t want to drop the familiarity, he wanted to call him Suki again. The blonde was still the manliest person he’d ever known, his friendship was worth everything to him.

Kirishima didn’t want to be compared to Bakugos mother. He didn’t want to be like her at all. He knew how that woman treated Bakugo and he hated that. There was no way in hell he deserved bad treatment and no way he was soft, weak and pathetic. Maybe soft, but in a good way. “Bakugo….” His voice was a bit soft. God calling him that just felt so wrong, they were closer than that. “Can I still call you Katsuki and Suki? Calling you Bakugo…it just feels weird, I’ve been calling you Suki for so long.” Then he sighed and rubbed the side of his neck. “And…that wasn’t just whatever, he fingered you, touched you against your will and you didn’t want it. That’s rape and…I’m sure you were hurt by that.”

“Just…please don’t lie to me about how you feel. I won’t ever react how I did before, it was a heat of the moment thing and I didn’t mean it, I promise. Please don’t shut me out…” Kirishima begged as he looked at him, wiping at the tears on his face again. He was getting somewhat annoyed with himself for the crying. When they got to the office, he noticed how Bakugo hesitated. Kirishima chewed on the inside of his cheek and then hesitantly and carefully grabbed his hand, holding it gently as the door opened.

When Bakugo said he didn’t care if he stayed, he sighed and looked over at her. “I’m gonna stay with Katsuki.” He knew Bakugo wanted him to, he’d said it earlier. When he took the gown, he let go of his hand and turned a bit, looking away to let him change. But instead Bakugo put it on over his clothes. He smiled a little at him and then looked at Recovery Girl. Kirishima nodded and followed her, grabbing the poles with the pads at the ends. He didn’t know what they were for, looking over them as he grabbed them.

And then they were installed on the bed. Oh. That’s what they’re for. Kirishima stood by the side of the bed while she adjusted them, glancing at Bakugo. He moved a bit to stand closer to Bakugo, gently taking his hand in his own. Then he looked at him, trying to smile, hopefully reassuringly.

“If you need to squeeze my hand or pop explosions against it, go ahead.” Kirishima said and hardened his hand just enough to protect from explosions. “Is there anything else you need me to do?” He asked Recovery Girl while wrapping his hands around Bakugos. He wanted to comfort the other, it was obvious how tense he was and Kirishima hated it. He hated that this happened. The police would get involved and Mineta would have to be charged in court and get put in jail. What if Bakugo couldn’t handle a trial?… Of course, he’d stay by his side through it all.

Staying by his side was all he wanted anymore, he just wanted to make Bakugo feel loved and safe and happy. Kirishima just needed to fix this, he needed Bakugo to trust him again. Maybe he’d be able to someday…hopefully someday soon. All Kirishima felt he could do is be there for him and care for him in any way possible. The blonde was the most important to him, he loved him with all of his heart. But his emotions were so all over the place and he was so complicated, it took so long for Kirishima to figure him out. And now that he’s taken so many steps forward, one little mess up made him take a million steps back.