as kirishima walked away from the dorms he could hear the popping and crackling as bakugo tried to keep his cool, well at least he's trying, kirishima thought. it was quite hard to believe how much bakugo had grown since the beginning of the year, then he had tried to kill midoriya, and now he was trying so hard to not kill denki, kirishima was happy he had tried to be friends with the guy, he was actually really nice and kirishima liked to believe that they were now good friends. this thought made kirishima stop in his tracks, the remnants of his dream last night floated to the surface, NO, kirishima told himself, you will not think like that.

~later~

kirishima walked out of the store ticking off the items on his mental list, strawberry's, ginger ale and protein shake. As kirishima rounded the corner of the alley he bumped into someone, "ah...so sorry!" kirishima practically yelled bowing his head so low to the ground he was surprised he didn't smash it into the ground like Inasa. the boy in front of him began to laugh "heh heh… if it isn't little Ejirou, long time no see" kirishima felt his body freeze at the sound of the voice, no, was all he could think as he looked up at the boy and his two other friends, no lackeys. the boy was somewhat taller than kirishima, but leaner and had dark brown hair and searing blue eyes like the fire in his dream, the other two boys were of similar build but a little pudgier than the main boy and one had blonde hair the other green. kirishima could feel the fear rising in his chest and his throat start to close, why them, why now, he wanted to scream, run, anything but was completely frozen. "so not gonna say anything, huh... well that's a shame its been a while and I thought we were old friends~" he smirked at the last remark as he spoke "love what you've done with your hair, so red, and it looks like you got into U.A., wow, I really didn't think you had it in you, Ejirou" the boy seemed so pleased at saying kirishima's name, like it was special and had a personal meaning to it. "seriously your still not talking?... come on! we haven't talked since middle school, and even then that pink SLUT got in the way..." at that remark kirishima began to grind his teeth and shoved the boy in front of him " oh sorry, was that rude, is she like... what your girl now?, oh wait no she cant be because your not into that right? hah hah yea that's right your not NORMAL, too bad that girl was smoking, if you weren't suck a sook I woulda got me some of that" the boys around him snickered, kirishima fully rose, when had he lowered to the ground?, and glared at the boy, but didn't speak due to the lump of fear still in his throat. "oh, don't worry Ejirou, your still my favourite, and I'd be happy to help you just like in middle school, my pretty little fag~" kirishima began to feel the memories of middle school resurface, flashes of the boy and kirishima in the locker room, the sting of tears as they rolled down kirishima's cheek and the feel of the crimson that would run down his leg later the following night. "Help me!" kirishima began to yell "you fucking made me hate myself, who I am and you took advantage of me, FUCK OFF!" kirishima began to walk passed the stunned boys while his adrenaline high was still in place, but sadly it wasn't fast enough. the other boy grabbed him and threw him against the nearby wall, kirishima completely crumpled at the familiar touch and lost all his strength, "now, now, now, Ejirou that's no way to say thank you~" kirishima wanted to push him off, kirishima could push him off but the familiar fear that engulfed him stopped him from doing anything. kirishima saw at the blonde boy got his phone out to take photos and the green haired boy took point to guard the alley. the boy squished kirishima's face into a force pout and began to slowly grind on him, "now don't you like that, fag~," the boy said as he continued "all to be a kind friend, to you" the boy said and then pressed his lips to kirishima's, forced, rough and painful, once the other boy got bored he ceased to grind and kneed kirishima in the stomach. kirishima coughed, fighting the urge to vomit, and retreated back against the wall as the blonde boy put his phone away and began to hold kirishima down, kirishima tried to fight his way free but couldn't think enough to do more than flail about. "don't worry ejirou, I'm normal and wont do anything, gross, to you, only enough to keep you happy, because that's how nice of a friend I am" the boy said as he began to lift up kirishima's shirt and got a pen out "hold still~" he almost sung.

~5min later~

"bye, bye, Ejirou" the boy called as they left kirishima in a ball of tears, after he had calmed down kirishima began to walk away covering the small bruises on his arm and neck. as he arrived at the dorm he tried his best to look cheerful as he handed the groceries to Jiro to put away "that's all, oh but make sure you mark the ginger ale as bakugo's or he'll kill someone" kirishima joked.

"ok" Jiro laughed taking the bag, kirishima began to walk to his room.

"were you going, mate?" denki called out holding the Nintendo controllers in his hands "wanna play?~~" he sung, obviously insinuating a challenge.

"sorry, bro, I'm tired still, woke up WAY too early, maybe later?" kirishima offered, the other boy was obviously disappointed, but nodded in agreement and went back to his conversation with sero, kirishima took this opportunity to get to the sanctity of his room, and slammed the door shut locking it in the process. he fell to the floor and broke down in tears, taking his shirt off and shakily walking to his bathroom he looked in the mirror at what the other boys had wrote, they ranged from fag to slut, the most noticeable things were the larger things like the drawing of a noose with the words die and the large side section of his stomach that wasn't abs, saying fat bitch. kirishima wished he could shake off these words but couldn't because he believed every word that had been scribbled over his chest, and agreed that he should just die. kirishima still in tears wondered over to his bed and pulled out his "memento" box that had a blood-stained rag and a sharp silver blade. he began to lift his shorts up on his left leg and stared at the fading white lines that greeted him, he sighed, knowing how unmanly what he was about to do and that he couldn't even keep his own promise. he found a spot with no lines high up on his thigh and placed his blade on it, every part of his leg, except that spot hardened, welcoming the blade and what was to come, the familiar sting of the blade as he pressed it down slowly turned into a calm and overwhelming feeling that radiated throughout his whole body, the wet crimson that trickled down his leg, made him start to sob louder. wishing there was more he could do to make this pain go away. kirishima then glanced at the noose on his chest and began to feel an eerily calm sense of realization wash over him, there WAS more he could do. kirishima held the blade to his throat and calmly allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks, "sorry..." he mumbled. then he heard a loud knock at his door, almost like the person was trying to break the door down with his fist. kirishima jolted and threw the blade under his bed and wiped his leg down with the cloth covering it with his shorts, "coming!" kirishima yelled quickly leaving the blade to soak in his sink and closing the bathroom door, hoping the tears on his face weren't obvious and that the blood wouldn't seep through his shorts kirishima opened the door, "come in..."

creator note

I didn't get genzo to proof read so... this be really shit and sorry for the two week of no post's (not that any one actually reads this) I was on school holidays and tried to get this chapter up but it wasnt working so... yeah sorry and please remember anything that triggers you do not read and make sure to prioritize your mental health.