A/N; Hey guys! This is my first story on the site. Hope you like it!

Content Warning: Self Harm, Sad Bakugou and Sad Kirishima

"Kirishima!" Kirishima was quickly snapped out of his trance. He looked around to see that the classroom was almost completely empty, save for his usual friends, and Bakugou.

"Class ended a minute ago. Are you okay?" Mina asked.

"Y-Yeah. J-Just... Got a lot on my mind..." Kirishima said, siding a glance to Bakugou, hoping no one would notice. "Let's just head to the dorms!" He smiled brightly, which was enough for the others to get up, and the group all walked to the dorms. As they were about to enter, Mina pulled him aside.

"Kiri, what's wrong?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

"I told you, Mina. I'm fine." He assured her shyly.

"It's about Bakugou, right?" Kirishima's face lit up, spreading a light pink blush across his cheeks.

"Wh-what are you talking about?!"

"It's okay Kiri. You can trust me." He sputtered a moment, trying to figure out the words, and barely managed to let the sentence escape his lips.

"I might... Maybe... Sort of... It's probably just nothing... Maybe just a stupid crush... or something I just-"

"Oh my god, spit it out!"

"I like, maybe even love Bakugou!" Kirishima instinctually clamped his hands over his mouth as what he said washed over him. "I... I love him..."

"You have to tell him how you feel," Mina stated bluntly.

"N-No way! I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Well, he's probably not gay."

"Have you asked?"

"No! That'd be like confessing to him in the worst way possible!"

"Then you can't know!"

"B-b-but it'd ruin our friendship!"

"If a friendship is ruined by something like that, then it's not a friendship worth keeping..."

"Mina you don't-"

"Two days!"

"Huh?"

"I'm giving you two days! If you haven't told him by Sunday, I'm telling him myself!"

"What?! You can't do that!"

"Then you better get to work on that confession!" Mina waltzed inside as if she hadn't just made a terrible threat for Kirishima. He sighed and walked inside, avoiding eye contact as he drudged himself to the shower area. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"Like he could ever like me back..." Kirishima said, a single tear rolling down his face. "Someone as unmanly, and worthless as me..." He tilted his head and noticed his dye was starting to wear off. "Even better..." He then walked to the elevator and took it to his floor. He walked into his room, sadly closing the door behind him. It took barely a few seconds before he burst out crying, leaning against his door.

Tears flowed from his eyes, with no signs of stopping. Thoughts of inadequacy and self-loathing filled his head. He crawled across the floor, reaching to his desk. He opened the lowest drawer and pulled out a razor from the bottom. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Just as he put the blade to his skin, there was a knock on the door. His heart stopped for a moment. He went silent, hoping whoever it was would leave if they thought he wasn't in there.

"Dammit, Shitty Hair I know you're in there, open the fuck up!" Bakugou yelled from the other side, pounding on the door. Kirishima felt his heart racing. He couldn't move a muscle. "Fuck! I know you're in there! I heard you, now open up!" Kirishima stayed silent and still, feeling worse as Bakugou pounded on the door more, a sick feeling coming to his stomach as he realized that Bakugou heard his pathetic crying. "THAT'S IT! I'M COMING IN!"

Bakugou kicked down the door, and then stopped short on his shouting as he saw Kirishima lying there, tear-stained eyes, and a blade about the be pressed into his upper arm.

"Baku-" Kirishima was cut off short by Bakugou rushing to his side, grabbing the razor, throwing it aside, and then pulling Kirishima up by the collar of his shirt.

"What the fuck were you doing just now?!" He asked. Despite the rageful tone of his words, there was a sincere edge to it. Kirishima tried, but couldn't hold in his tears.

"Dammit... You weren't supposed to find out..." Bakugou then let go of Kirishima and looked at his arm. White lines were gently fading on his upper arm.

"H-How long have you been doing this?"

"I-I haven't done it since middle school this is really the first time in a-"

"HOW LONG?!"

"Since 5th grade!" Kirishima turned his head away shamefully. "I... I was always bullied... So I started this... As a way to cope... But then... I started hating myself... My weird teeth, my useless quirk, my pathetic smile, my disgusting hair, and everything about me just became... worthless... It was a way for me to remind myself how terrible it was... Feeling the cuts rubbing against my uniform, getting irritated by the slightest movement... I stopped in high school... Mainly because my hero costume didn't cover them..." He started crying even more.

"Kirishima..." The redheads' attention was grabbed. He was in genuine shock to hear Bakugou say his actual name and in such a loving tone. "Is this... really how you feel?"

"I... I smile all the time because... I don't want people to worry about me..." Bakugou fought tears as he pulled Kirishima into his chest, wrapping his arms around him in a gentle embrace.

"Kiri... Eijiro... You are the strongest person I've met. I'm jealous of the fact that you can smile through it all, instead of letting it out as anger, and becoming a problem for others..." Kirishima looked up at Bakugou concerned. "I don't care what you think, I'm telling you the facts right now. Your hair, is beautiful, up or down. Dyed, or not."

"How did you-"

"Your quirk isn't perfect, and no one should expect it to be. But with time and effort, you can be the strongest in class... I think your smile is... cute. It's endearing and can bring a smile to anyone's face... Even someone like me. And your teeth, are kinda awesome. You aren't worthless. You're as close to perfect as someone can get." Bakugou wiped his eyes but failed to stop the tears that poured out of them. "Shit... It wasn't supposed to be like this..."

"What wasn't supposed to be like this?" Kirishima asked, sitting up, and staring deep into Bakugous crimson eyes. Bakugou felt a bright red flush come to his face.

"L-Listen up because... I'm only going to say this once!"

"Say what once-" Kirishima's curiosity was answered by Bakugou cupping his face and kissing him. Kirishima jumped a little but quickly leaned into the kiss, enjoying Bakugou's soft lips pressing against his own. Bakugou pinned Kirishima against the wall, their lips starting to interlock naturally. He broke the kiss and looked at Kirishima.

"Th-that... That I love you..." He said, panting slightly. Kirishima stared at him.

"Y-You... love me?"

"Yeah... It's fucking stupid but... I can't get you out of my head." Kirishima smiled, blushing brightly.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that."

"Wh-what does this make us?"

"Whatever you want 'us' to be, Katsuki."