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Kirishima was lazing on the couch, his spiky red hair askew as he slouched on the couch his broad chest covered in crumbs from the chips he was eating. His show blasted at high volume as he watched enjoying the fact that his mother was out on a buisness trip and he had the house to himself for a few weeks.
He chuckled as one character got roasted and his head turned at the sound of someone pounding on the door. He looked out at the darkened sky and the rain currently crashing into the windows, wondering who could be here at this hour.
He slowly stood, brushing crumbs from his chest and flattening his hair down so it hung limply around his head. He inched over to the door and looked through the peephole. As soon as he saw who it was he ripped the door open to reveal a soaked, beaten, puffy-eyed Bakugo.
"Bakugo!" Kirishima cried pulling him out of the pounding rain. He stumbled in and used the wall for support to keep himself up. Kirishima led Bakugo over to the couch he had just vacated.
"I-Im sorry I d-didn't- I didn't know where else t-to go-" Bakugo stammered. Kirishima had never heard Bakugo stammer.
"Hey, hey! Its totally okay bro. Just let me help you." Kirishima hurried off and shuffled back in with a first aid kit. Bakugo reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his spiky blonde head.
Bakugo avoided Kirishima's eyes as he took in the damages, freezing at what met his gaze. His chest was bruised worse than his face, green and purple spots blooming over his skin.
"Bakugo..." Kirishima started before his breath caught in his throat. On Bakugo's arms were more bruises, but not the same shape. These bruises were shaped like large hands, as if they had gripped him. He saw the same patterned bruises around Bakugo's throat. Worse, there were bite marks. Lots of them. Trailing down his neck and chest and into his pants.
Kirishima looked at Bakugos face, realizing that the blood and rain were being streaked by tears. Bakugo still avoided his eyes but Kirishima knew how to handle this situation. He didn't know how he knew but he did.
"Can I touch you? Just to clean the bruises and split lip and your other injuries." He asked calmly. Bakugo met Kirishima's gaze and nodded slightly before looking away again.
Pulling out disinfectant, Kirishima poured it onto a cotton ball and began to work quietly, giving Bakugo the benefit of the doubt by not acknowledging his small hisses of pain at the contact. When he finished cleaning Bakugo up he asked his next question.
"Would you like to take a shower?" He nodded. "Would you like me to tell anyone to come here?" He nodded speaking for the first time in over half an hour. "Aizawa." His voice was cracked as if from screaming or crying. Kirishima nodded at him.
"Ill call Aizawa while you're in the shower and you can borrow my clothes. Ill leave them on the counter." He nodded and trudged off to the bathroom, having been to Kirishimas house before. The sound of water running reached Kirishima's ears as Bakugo started his shower.
Kirishima left comfortable sweats, a baggy black T-shirt and some boxers for him when he was done before stepping into his bedroom and dialing Aizawa.
The phone rang twice before Aizawa sat up and answered the phone, his cranky monotone voice speaking through the line. "Problem child, if you've woken me up at 2 in the morning for your idiotic misadventures I will not hesitiate to expel you." He croaked.
"Aizawa?" He asked and Aizawa perked up at the sound of the tremor in Kirishima's voice. "What." He spoke harshly and it wasn't exactly a question, more of a demand. "Bakugo's here. At my house. He's..." He trailed off and Aizawa snapped "He's what?" There was a pause on the other side of the line and Yamada stirred beside Aizawa.
"He showed up, the shit beaten out of him. Hes not in great shape but hes having a shower right now." Aizawa froze and Yamada sat up, resting his head against Aizawa's shoulder. "It's too early!" He complained. "Theres something... Theres something else too." Kirishima continued and Aizawa shushed his husband.
"I found... bruises. Handprint shaped bruises. Around his throat, his wrists and arms and on... and on his hips. And there were bite marks. On his neck and chest." Kirishima's voice wavered. Aizawa shot up so fast that Yamada fell over into the bed again.
"Shouta, what's going on?" He asked turning on the lamp beside the bed. Shota just muttered something about a work emergency and pulled on his shoes before hurrying out, still in his nightclothes. "Im on my way." He said to Kirishima before hanging up the phone.
He can't have been, can he? Aizawa's head was racing with possibilities as he got in his car and drove to Kirishima's house. One thing was for sure. Whatever bastard did this wasn't going to get away with it.
Kirishima put the phone down just as Bakugo entered the room, hair damp and eyes still puffy, dressed in Kirishima's clothes. He walked dejectedly over to the bed before sitting beside Kirishima on it.
It wasn't close enough to be anything weird but Bakugo never got this close with someone. Then something Kirishima had never expected, happened.
Bakugo's shoulders shook with great heaving sobs as he yelled and yelled, his screams and sobs full of anguish and pain. The front door opened and Kirishima knew it was Aizawa and sure enough, seconds later, Aizawa was leaning on the doorframe, panting for breath.
"Shit." Aizawa swore as he took in the sight of Bakugo completely losing it and Kirishima's shocked face and unsure movements. Aizawa hurried forward and kneeled in front of Bakugo.
"Bakugo," he tried to reach him through the sobs. Bakugo didn't hear him as he clawed at his bruised chest, fighting to gulp down air between screams and cries.
"Bakugo!" Aizawa bellowed grabbing Bakugos wrist. Bakugo's eyes widened and he began pleading.
"Please! I'll do whatever you want I swear just- not that please not that- please- I don't want it- I don't- please don't do it again- no- no!- please! Don't do it again-"
He shrieked these words, as they echoed through the silent room. Bakugo braced for an impact that wouldn't come, not bothering to pull his arm out of Aizawa's gentle grip as he sobbed.
Kirishima sat, frozen and dumbstruck, staring at the boy he had secretly loved from the moment they met. Aizawa's face was similar with wide eyes and he immediately released Bakugo.
"Bakugo please. Breathe." Bakugo was hyperventilating as he coughed and sobbed and screamed and wept and gasped and cried. "Breathe! Or you'll pass out!" Aizawa yelled. Bakugo's eyes rolled back in his head and he flopped backwards onto Kirishima's bed, his breathing evening out.
Aizawa pulled back the covers of Kirishimas bed and laid Bakugo under them, tucking him in. Aizawa sighed heavily and sat at the foot of the bed, his head in his hands. "So he just showed up? Didn't tell you shit?"
Kirishima blinked in surprise. Aizawa continued to stare at him expectantly and Kirishima finally registered his question. He shook his head and Aizawa heaved a sigh.
Kirishima looked over at the sleeping Bakugo, taking in the bitemarks and bruises around his neck and arms. Kirishima turned promptly and strode out to the kitchen, not intending to make himself any food, bracing his hands on the counter.
His spiky red hair fell into his face as he tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths, counting to ten. A hand was placed on his shoulder and Kirishima growled, "Don't touch me."
Aizawa immediately removed his hand as Kirishima battled with his emotions. "Kirishima." Aizawa started.
"Don't. Don't try and say its okay or nothing is going on or you figured it out but you can't tell me. Don't worry about that. I figured out what happened." Kirishima was breathing heavily.
Aizawas eyebrows flicked up. "I was going to ask what happened because I didnt get a good look. You figured it out?" He said in the same monotone voice as ever.
"You didn't?!" Kirishimas voice raised in volume. Aizawa put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Quietly, if you will." Kirishima was shaking now.
"How did you not fucking figure it out. Hes covered in literal bites and bruises shaped like hands. Don't you get it?" Aizawa didn't say anything. "He was fucking raped! There I said it. Now-" Kirishima put a hand to his mouth before vomiting into the sink, attempting to surpress the stinging in his eyes. "He was raped." He croaked.
Kirishima pushed past Aizawa and headed to the living room, collapsing onto the couch, his hand tangling in his messy red hair, and he glared at the celing. He took deep breaths, trying to calm down when he felt the couch dip under Aizawa's weight.
"Did he tell you that?" He asked gently. "No. Of course not. It's Bakugo. But the fact that hes covered in handprints and bite marks says it all." Kirishima spat out bitterly.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he dragged his gaze away from the celing to meet Aizawa's understanding gaze. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have done anything." Kirishima's lip shook.
Aizawa, to his eternal surprise, brought Kirishima to his chest, stroking his hair. That broke the dam over his emotions. He began to sob into Aizawa's chest, all the emotions flooding out.
Aizawa held him, a silent rock in Kirishima's roaring ocean. He held him until he fell asleep and still held him after that. He only got up to sit by Bakugo's bed, to start a silent vigil.
Aizawa put his head in his hands. One of his students, one of his kids. Whoever did this was going to pay. His phone rang and Aizawa looked at the name. It was Yamada. Aizawa picked it up with another heavy sigh.
"Hey, Shouta. What's going on? You left pretty fast." He sounded concerned, almost panicky. "It's just something with one of my students." The silence communicated that Yamada wanted an explaination.
"Im sorry Hizashi. I can't tell you. It's a private matter unless the student involved wishes me to communicate it to you." Aizawa dragged a hand down his face. "It's alright. Just wanted to make sure you're safe. Do you need me to cover your class tomorrow?" He asked and Aizawa paused at the question.
He should. He should take care of Bakugo tomorrow and make sure Kirishima's okay and when did he get so soft? "Yeah. Thanks Hizashi. Love you." Aizawa said with a surprising softness. "Love you too. Be safe." Yamada replied. "I will." That punctuated the end of the call as Aizawa hung up.
He then resumed his vigil over Bakugo, noticing the vicious bruises and cuts and bites all along his arms and neck. He gritted his teeth and swore to himself that the bastard who did this would get more than just prison.