idk335a

[idk335a]

suicidal kirishima pt.

Bakugo’s stare remained unyielding as he continued to study Kirishima, his breaths heavy with a mixture of anxiety and resolve. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, thick with unspoken emotions. Without a word, he took Kirishima’s hand in his own, his grip firm and resolute, and guided him outside of the dorms. The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the tension that crackled between them as they stepped onto the grassy fields that lay beyond the campus.

The open space of the field was framed by tall trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Bakugo led Kirishima to a secluded spot away from the dorms, where the grass was soft beneath their feet. Once they were in the middle of the field, Bakugo took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Kirishima with unwavering intensity.

From his pocket, Bakugo pulled out a small dagger, its blade gleaming ominously in the moonlight. He held it out to Kirishima, who looked at it with a mixture of confusion and alarm. “What’s this for?” Kirishima asked, his voice trembling slightly as he took in the sight of the weapon.

Bakugo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he rolled up his right sleeve, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his forearm. “Carve ‘I swear to never hurt myself’ on my arm,” Bakugo instructed, his voice steady but laced with an underlying urgency. His gaze never wavered from Kirishima’s, as if willing him to understand the gravity of the request.

Kirishima’s eyes widened in shock and distress. “W-what?.. No! That’d hurt, I—” He stammered, clearly unsettled by the request and the prospect of causing his friend pain.

Bakugo’s expression hardened, his frustration and desperation cutting through. “Do it, damnit!” he insisted, his voice cracking with a mix of anger and fear. “I need you to do this. It’s important.”

Kirishima hesitated, the dagger trembling in his hand as he looked at Bakugo, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. The sight of Bakugo’s determined stance and the sincerity in his eyes pushed him to act. With a deep, shuddering breath, Kirishima steeled himself and approached Bakugo. He carefully pressed the blade against Bakugo’s skin, the cold metal meeting warm flesh.

As the dagger traced out the words, Kirishima’s hands shook, and each cut brought a small wince from both of them. Bakugo’s jaw clenched, but he remained resolute, his eyes never leaving Kirishima’s face. The message was being etched into his skin with each careful incision, a symbol of his promise and his resolve to support Kirishima, no matter how painful it was.

When the words were finally carved into Bakugo’s arm, Kirishima stepped back, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice choked with emotion. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Bakugo glanced down at the newly formed scars, a mix of pain and satisfaction in his gaze. He looked back up at Kirishima, his expression softening. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentle now. “Just remember, we’re in this together. No matter what.”

In the quiet aftermath, the two stood in the moonlit field, the weight of the night’s events settling around them. The scars on Bakugo’s arm were a testament to their shared struggle and unbreakable bond, a reminder of the lengths they would go to for each other.

Bakugo rolled his sleeve back down, the faint sting of the fresh cuts making him wince slightly. The discomfort was a small price to pay for what he hoped was a powerful gesture of commitment. His eyes were still locked on Kirishima, intense and unwavering.“Now throw the dagger at the tree. Hard,” Bakugo instructed, his voice carrying a tone of finality. His gaze was fixed on a sturdy tree not far from where they stood, its broad trunk an ideal target for the act he was about to witness.Kirishima, still reeling from the earlier task, looked at the dagger in his hand with a mix of apprehension and resolve. He took a deep breath, the weight of Bakugo’s request settling heavily on him. With a determined expression, Kirishima stepped back, his grip firm on the hilt of the dagger.He raised his arm, his muscles tensing as he focused on the tree. With a swift, powerful motion, he hurled the dagger toward the trunk. The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, its trajectory true and forceful. The dagger struck the tree with a resounding thud, embedding itself into the bark with a solid, satisfying impact.Kirishima exhaled sharply, the adrenaline of the throw mixing with the lingering emotions of the night. He turned back to Bakugo, his face a mask of mixed relief and exhaustion. “It’s done,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.Bakugo nodded, his gaze following the dagger lodged into the tree. The act was symbolic—a declaration of their mutual commitment and a reminder of the promises they had made. He took a step closer to Kirishima, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Good,” he said, his voice carrying a note of approval. “Let’s head back. We’ll talk more about this when we’re both ready.”As they walked back toward the dorms, the night air seemed to carry a sense of renewal and understanding. The bond between them had been tested and solidified, and though the path ahead was still uncertain, they knew they would face it together.

[idk335a]

Suicidal kirishima

In the dimly lit confines of his dorm, Bakugo slouched in his chair, his usual explosive energy subdued by the monotony of the evening. He absentmindedly swiped through TikToks on his phone, the endless stream of content failing to capture his interest. His eyes were half-lidded as he flicked past videos of pranks and dance challenges, but something caught his attention—a video tagged with Kirishima’s name.Curiosity piqued, Bakugo tapped on the edit. It was a montage of Kirishima's past, a stark contrast to the vibrant, confident hero Bakugo knew. The video depicted Kirishima with black hair, his face marred with the bruises of middle school bullying. Bakugo’s breath hitched as he read the overlay text: "It's heavily implied that Kirishima suffered from low self-esteem and felt weak when he was a kid. As a result, he felt so weak and useless that he was driven to suicide. However, before he could end his life, his quirk intervened."Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest, a surge of emotions crashing over him like a tidal wave. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them away furiously. The notion of Kirishima, who was now so strong and resilient, having once felt that low, gnawed at him. It was a side of Kirishima that had remained hidden, a pain Bakugo had never suspected.Without a second thought, Bakugo shot out of his chair, his movements sharp and urgent. He bolted down the corridor to Kirishima’s dorm, his mind a tumult of worry and confusion. His heart raced as he pounded on Kirishima’s door, the sound echoing through the hallway.The door swung open to reveal Kirishima, his usual bright smile greeting Bakugo. “Hey, Bakugo!—” Kirishima began, but his greeting was abruptly cut off as Bakugo surged forward and enveloped him in a tight embrace. The force of the hug took Kirishima by surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around Bakugo in response.“What the—” Kirishima's voice was muffled as he tried to process the sudden, intense display of affection. He felt Bakugo’s grip tighten, the tension in his friend’s body unmistakable.Bakugo’s voice came out in a strained, almost choked whisper. “I just... I didn’t know. I didn’t know what you went through.” His words were barely more than a murmur, but the raw emotion in them was palpable.Kirishima, still taken aback, held Bakugo closer, sensing the turmoil behind his friend's usually fierce exterior. “Bakugo, it’s... it’s okay,” Kirishima said softly, his voice steady despite the confusion. “It’s in the past. I’m okay now.”Bakugo pulled back slightly, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. Bakugo’s gaze was intense as he placed a firm hand on Kirishima’s right cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against the warm skin. He searched Kirishima’s eyes with a penetrating stare, trying to discern any hint of the dark feelings he’d just learned about. The usual vibrancy of Kirishima’s eyes seemed subdued, and Bakugo’s pulse quickened with anxiety.“Do you still want to commit, yes or fucking no. No bullshit.” Bakugo’s voice was a low, harsh whisper, each word laced with the raw urgency of his concern. The bluntness of his question cut through the tension in the room, his frustration and fear evident in his tone.Kirishima’s silence was heavy, almost deafening. He looked away briefly, the weight of Bakugo’s question hanging in the air like a suffocating fog. His expression was a mix of contemplation and something deeper, a silent testament to the struggles he had endured.Bakugo’s hand trembled slightly as he watched Kirishima’s reaction. The silence spoke volumes, and it was clear that Kirishima was grappling with feelings that words alone couldn’t capture. The weight of unspoken pain was palpable, and Bakugo’s heart ached with the realization of how deeply this issue had affected his friend.“Sorry,” Bakugo finally muttered, his voice softer now, laced with a mixture of regret and sorrow. “I didn’t mean to—” He struggled for words, the intensity of the moment overwhelming his usual bravado.

-chap. 1 done (DUE TO CHARACTER BLOCK LIMIT)