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One day, Midoriya was in the common room. He was a new third year with all his friends. He was sitting on the couch reading the news. The news stated “UA student Katsuki Bakugo has taken down a villain while he was out!” Class 3-A cheered for their friend as he stood on screen with a triumphant smile, his fist raised in the air. Deku clapped his hands and stomped his feet on the floor at the sight of his pretty Kacchan on the tv screen, but when he looked closer he saw a slight pained look in his loves eyes, worrying him.
*he’ll be home soon and I can check up on him*
As he continued to looked at Bakugo he became even more worried. *What if something was wrong? What if he is in pain?* Deku thought to himself.
A little while later Bakugo arrived back at the dorms. Izuku immediately goes to hug him, but as soon as a hand touches his side he grunts in pain.
“Kacchan? Are you okay?” Bakugo goes to answer, but he is cut off by a coughing fit. Izuku is concerned at first, but then his eyes narrow quickly “ You fucking idiot!”
Bakugo looks down at the floor, ashamed to admit his mistake to his lover.
“I’m going to shame you for this later since you should know better than to do hero work in your binder, but first let’s get this off of you.” Izuku said as he cautiously led Kacchan up the stairs and to his dorm. “Lift your arms baby”
“I promise it wasn’t on purpose….” Bakugo says as he lifts his arms up for Izuku.
“I don’t care if it wasn’t on purpose Kacchan. You did something stupid.” Izuku says as he lifts Bakugo’s shirt up. As soon as the binder is off Bakugo wails, wrapping his arms around his chest, digging his fingernails into his breasts, as if he was trying to tear them off. Truthfully, he was. He collapses to his knees and sobs.
“Kac- oh baby.” Izuku sits down in front of him immediately. Bakugo screams.
It’s the only thing that can lessen the scathing pain in his chest, even if only temporarily. He can feel a warm, sticky liquid on his fingertips.
Izuku couldn’t stop this, he realized that early on, all he could do now was try and keep Bakugo from hurting himself further. He hates that he has to do this but he grabs Bakugo’s hands and pins them to his sides.
As Bakugo frantically struggled, feeling far too exposed for his own good, Deku feels tear slip down his cheeks. “Shhhhh Kacchan….. stop it” Bakugo looked up at him. His cheeks soaked and his eyes red and puffy from crying. “I just want them to go away, for fucks sake I’m old enough!” Bakugo says sobbing.
“I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!” Bakugo screamed “i wanna die!” He sobbed and Izuku sobbed too. He loved Katsuki so much. He would do anything to take his pain away. but there was just so much of it. And it hurt Izuku so much to watch him struggle.
“Kacchan, I need you to breathe for me. Okay? There you go. In, out. Do you want a stim toy?”
“Ta-angle” Duku really didn’t wanna let go of Katsuki but he could tell that he really needed the tangle so just for a second, he ran to go grab it.
As Bakugo anxiously awaited his return he desperately tried not to claw at his body. His chest felt too heavy, his face too round, his body not made for him. Why, why had he been cursed with these… this imperfections! Why couldn’t he be perfect, the best? Instead he had to not only be second but he had to be…. he didn’t know what he was but he knew there was something wrong with him.
His bones itched as he waited for Izuku to return. He gritted his teeth and gripped his hair. He fell to the ground and curled in a ball. Izuku returned and immediately rushed to his side. “Here Kacchan” He said as he handed him the tangle.
Ok. Ok. Tangle is good. Ok.
Izuku lifted Katsuki into a sitting position and began to bandage his chest, making sure the cloth was plenty loose. Katsuki sniffled pitifuly and sobbed quietly.
“Alright.” Izuku said once he finished. Katsuki let his head fall into Izukus shoulder, and Izuku wrapped his arms around the poor boy.
“I love you so much, Katsuki.”