This is potentially triggering for some people, so read at your own risk.
Mentions of homophobic/abusive families and self-harm.

Kirishima POV

Not too long ago, a reporter had come to UA to do a story on the everyday life of the UA students. However, what we weren't told is that his quirk allowed him to take pictures with cameras on his body, so even if it looked like he didn't have a camera on him, he could still take a picture.

After we'd finished eating breakfast, Bakugou and I went upstairs, not knowing the reporter was behind us. I walked with Bakugou to his room and, before I left, gave him a quick kiss. The reporter had taken a picture of said kiss with his quirk without telling us. To make matters worse, he included it in an article.

Most of the Hero Course students knew about me and Bakugou, as well as some others at UA, but aside from them, it was a secret and I wanted to keep it a secret because I knew my family was homophobic.

When I was younger and first realized I liked guys, I told them about it, thinking they'd be fine with it. That was when I learned they were homophobic. They yelled at me, saying that I was a disgrace and that they'd find a way to fix me. I ran to my room and locked myself in, but through the door I could hear them talking about whether they wanted to send me to conversion therapy or a church camp that is meant to convert kids.

They decided on the camp, saying I was a bit too young for the conversion therapy. It was the worst week of my life and all it taught me was that if I were to fall in love, I would have to keep it a secret. It was also the first time I'd ever cut myself.

I didn't really think about it, I just felt the pain. And for some reason, I wanted more of it. Maybe because my parents told me I deserved that pain. Maybe because I'd already hated myself anyways. Whatever the reason, that sweet pain had put me in a trance.

When that article came out and my phone lit up with calls from my parents, it felt like my heart stopped. Bakugou tried to comfort me, but that never was his specialty anyways. I did appreciate the effort though.

I was scared, but because of the dorm system at UA, I figured that I'd never have to spend time with my parents anyways and after I graduated, I'd get my own place to stay where I wouldn't have to be scared anymore. The thought comforted me and I carried on with my life, the razor blades staying tucked away at the back of my drawer.

For a while, everything was good. Bakugou's parents were okay with our relationship, and we even had dinner at their house one night. It was wonderful. I loved spending time with them, and they cared for me as if I was their son too.

The media had been talking about Bakugou and I for a bit, but everything calmed down when the next big scoop came up. I thought I was in the clear, until one day, in class, Aizawa sensei said he had an announcement.

"UA has decided to give all the students a week to spend back at home with your families. They want to do a full clean of the dorms because some classes have found rats, so all of you have to go. Your parents have already been told all this and will be expecting you. It starts next week so you can pack whenever you'd like. You will still attend classes as usual."

Bakugou looked over at me, but I couldn't bring myself to look back at him. My heart was racing and I tried to distract myself by thinking of the work in front of me.

After class, Bakugou came up to me. "You're not going back there, alright? You're staying with me at my place. My parents won't mind. I'm not letting you leave my side to be with those fuck nuggets." I nodded, but if my parents showed up at UA to pick me up, there would be nothing Bakugou could do because they're my legal guardians.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed and it was time for the students to go home. I walked out of our dorm, hand in hand with Bakugou. I was trembling as I walked with him, towards his parents, when I heard a stern voice calling out to me. "Eijirou." I didn't need to look. I didn't want to. I knew my dad was standing there, waiting for me to turn around.

I shut my eyes, hoping that it would all go away, but he raised his voice a bit, his tone dripping with malice. "Eijirou. We are going home. Right now."

Bakugou turned and started to give my dad an earful. "BACK OFF SHITHEAD. KIRI'S STAYING WITH ME, GOT IT? IF YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT, YOU CAN SUCK MY CO-"

"Bakugou." Principal Nezu was behind us. "I was told you would be problematic today by Mr. Kirishima. May I remind you that they are his legal guardians and have final say as to where he resides for the week."

"YOU THINK SO? WELL THEN, ALL OF YOU CAN SUCK MY-"

"Bakugou. That is enough."

My dad grabbed my arm, ripping me away from Bakugou, who started chasing after me, only to be restrained by some of the other teachers. I knew there was no way out of this and gave in as my fathers hardened arm, which was much stronger than mine, dragged me towards the car and threw me in through the open door.

The ride home was silent, but I could see him glaring at me through the rear view mirror. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. I wanted to be with Bakugou. Two things that were definitely not going to happen.

We finally got home and I opened the door with a trembling hand. I walked in my home to see my mother, sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for me. My father sat next to her and gestured to the empty seat, wanting me to sit as well. I hesitated for a second. "Sit down. Now." My father growled out, his words barely comprehensible behind the anger in his voice. I wanted to run away, but with nowhere to run, I sat down.

My mother spoke first, getting right to the point. "We'll be sending you to a doctor who specializes in conversion therapy. We'll also be taking you out of the UA hero program."

I shuddered at just the thought of a life without UA and Bakugou, and I hadn't even had time to think about the first part of that threat, no, that promise. "Mom, Dad, please, you can't do this, I'm begging you." I could barely even speak, my voice was hoarse and sounded pitiful.

"This isn't up for discussion. We will fix whatever is broken inside of you by any means available."

I started tearing up, my frustration building up and rising to the surface. "There is nothing wrong with me! I'm happy when I'm with him, that should be what you care about! He makes me feel loved and I love him! Why is my love such a criminal thing to you? You're my parents, why don't you care about whether or not I'm happy? Why do you want to be the cause of my pain?" I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face. I was hoping that they would miraculously have a change of heart, but one look at their faces told me they didn't.

My dad got up and grabbed me by my shirt collar, slamming me against the wall behind me. He hit me against the wall a few more times, before bringing his knee up to make contact with my stomach. I doubled over, coughing loudly. He grabbed my collar again, this time bringing me to my feet and dragging me to my room. He closed the door and I heard him move something heavy in front of the door so I couldn't get out.

I went and sank into my bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I hated this. I hated that my life had to be like this and that I had to suffer because of something that I never chose to be. I just kept crying. Eventually, when I was all out of tears, I was hit with the reality of my situation. My life as I knew it was over. There was nothing to look forward to, no light at the end of the tunnel.

Everything was numb. I wanted to feel pain.

I went to the bathroom that was connected to my room. On the countertop was the razor I used to shave. I took it apart and got the blade from inside of it. Without hesitation, I ran it along my skin, watching the scarlet blood flow down my arm. I kept going. I knew that I should stop, but I couldn't. I was furious with myself for just giving in like this after so long, but it felt like I was a puppet, being pulled around by someone else. It was irrational and it was tearing me apart.

The blood dripped off my arm and onto the floor. It covered my hands and was getting onto my feet. I sat down on the ground and felt myself start to cry again. I wiped at my tears, spreading blood across my face and getting it into my hair.

My entire world was crashing down and I would've given anything to be someone else.

Blade still in my hand, I started cutting more, crying with every slice of my skin. My body felt like it was on fire and my head started spinning. Everything hurt and my brain was begging me to stop but I just couldn't.

I wondered if I would die on this bathroom floor, if my parents would even be upset.

I wondered what Bakugou would do when he found out.

...

BAKUGOU!

How could I do this to him? How could I put him through this? It's going to break his heart! What was I thinking?

I need to get back to him. I need to see him again!

My mind raced with thoughts of my ash blond boyfriend as I wished I could take back what I'd done. I let out a scream of pure agony and not too long after that, everything went black.

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Eventually, my eyes opened once again. There was a window to my right, and through it, I could see the night sky. As I scanned my surroundings, I could see that I was in a hospital.

Huh. I guess mom and dad noticed after all.

I still felt numb, but I tried to get up slowly, when I felt a weight holding down my left side. I looked over and there he was.

Bakugou was hunched over, sleeping with his head on the edge of my hospital bed. He was holding my hand and I could see the spots on his face that his tears had streamed down. Normally, when he was asleep, he looked peaceful, but right then, I'd never seen him look so sad.

I gently held his face with the hand he wasn't holding, trying not to wake him up, but his eyes slowly started to flutter open. He looked at me and I smiled at him.

He jumped up, hugging me tightly and kissing me all over my face. He didn't stop, just kept kissing me until he reached my lips, which he kissed rather eagerly.

He pulled away from me, giving me a chance to breathe. He looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't. I didn't expect him to, he was never good with words.

I shuffled over and made room for him in the bed next to me. He gladly hopped up and wrapped me in his arms. "Kirishima?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you so fucking much I don't even know what to do with myself. I fucking hate seeing you in pain, I'm so fucking sorry I let them take you from me."

I kissed him gently, our lips barely making contact. "Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. But, what are we going to do now? My parents said they were going to take me out of the Hero course."

"Your parents can choke on a dick. My dick, in particular. They're being investigated right now for being the cause of your...injuries. Their phone records showed that they called some guy who does conversion therapy on minors, so Aizawa sensei thinks they'll be charged with child abuse."

"Then, what will I do? I have nowhere to go."

He kissed me again, lovingly. "Don't be fucking stupid. You're staying with me, which I should've made do you before. No matter what happens from here on out, you're staying with me. And you're not leaving the hero course if you don't want to. Your bitchass parents are never going to hurt you again."

I nodded, afraid that if I tried to speak, I'd burst in to tears.

"And one other thing. Kiri? If you ever feel like you need to do this," he gestured to my bandaged arm, "you come talk to me first, ok? I know I can be really fucking dense sometimes, but I want to help you, so give me the chance to do that, alright?"

My heart felt full and I just wanted to marry him right then and there, but I couldn't, so I did the closest thing I could think of.

"Bakugou, will you stay with me?"

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Word count: 2321
That was really angsty and sad, but I hope u enjoyed it anyways