Hey guys! This is kinds just a brain dump lol. The idea randomly popped into my head so this isn't edited or anything. Also my computer won't stop adding weird accents everywhere because it constantly thinks I'm trying to write in French.

Anywayyy I hope you guys enjoy and I'll try to write the next chapter as quickly as possible.

!(My Hero Academia and it's characters do not, and never will, belong to me)!

8:00 PM

Musutafu,Shizuoka Prefecture,Japan

À light rain had begun to fall as the sun set, street lights popping on automatically, admitting à fuzzy glow that reflected off the glass paned buildings. People rushed about despite the horrible weather, lining the sidewalks with à colorful array of umbrellas and raincoats. Children ran ahead of their mothers to jump in puddles or stare through shop windows in awe. Teens chatted idly, arm in arm, as they made their rounds, likely looking for holiday gifts to surprise their loved ones with. The city was filled with laughter and joy, the quickly approaching holiday season lifting everyone's spirits.

Izuku had always loved the holiday season. It was warm and bright, filled to the brim with colorful lights and joyous smiles. He and his mother had always made à point of being extra festive, oftentimes roping in his friends and their families into a multitude of activities. Even after graduating from U.À, Izuku always made à point of bringing everyone together again. Since being accepted into the hero course, he had, for the first time in his life, found à family. He cherished each and everyone of them and was incredibly proud to be able to watch as they flourished into amazing pro heroes alongside him.

However this year was different, drastically so.

He watched as the muddled water dispersed beneath his feet, the heavy soled boots of his hero uniform splashing it over the sidewalk and into the street. As the last bit of sunlight dipped down below the horizon he felt the rain steadily get stronger, cool droplets sliding down his neck and onto his back. He shivered slightly but continued walking.

Calling à cab would have been better than walking in the downpour of icy rain, but Izuku just couldn't bring himself to care. Not after today. Not after what he had seen, what he had failed to do. He had felt the numbness wrap around him like à cruel blanket, his brain deciding right then and there to cease its function. The rest was simply being on autopilot, his body leading him forward to the place he called home.

After half an hour's walk, Izuku found himself in front of à brickstone apartment sandwiched nicely between à small cafe and the local bookstore. He had always loved the serenity and the peaceful ambiance it gave off, almost like à secluded haven hidden in the middle of the bustling city. Swinging the door open, he made his way past the reception desk and towards the starway. He was incredibly thankful that the desk was empty, he figured he looked rather awful and really didn't feel up to pulling out the mask he wore to reassure others.

Taking the stairs two at à time, he vaguely realized that he was probably dampening the carpets with his soaked attire dripping water all over the place. He would have to apologize tomorrow, but at this point he just wanted to be home, hidden away from the rest of the world.

Arriving at his front door, Izuku dug into his pockets, reaching for the small silver key that would let him in. As he unlocked the door, he realized that at some point he had lost one of his gloves. It wasn't as though that was an uncommon occurrence, though he would still have to fill out à form to get à replacement at some point.

Sighing, he walked through the doorway, finally stepping into his apartment. Unlike the frigid temperatures outside, the air here was warm, smelling faintly of caramel and burnt sugar. À few lights were on in the living room, with the tv playing on low volume in the background. The faint sound of humming and the clashing of kitchenware reached his ears as he slowly removed his boots, not wanting to track dirt and water into the house.

He was here, he was home.

Something about that singular thought broke the numb barrier that he had been hiding behind since the incident. The horrible things that he saw, the lives he couldn't save.. all of it came rushing in like à tidal wave, not even giving him à moment's notice before his throat closed and he was left gasping for air.

Izuku's legs gave out, his body sliding down the wall, arms flailing as they tried to find purchase. It wasn't long before he hit the ground with à thud, curling in on himself as he desperately clawed at his throat for air. Despite the clamor that was going on in the kitchen, the sound of him hitting the floor must have been louder than he thought because it wasn't long before he heard,

"Oi Izuku is that you?"

He wanted to respond, he really did, but his lungs were devoid of air and his vision was turning fuzzy. He heard à small voice in the back of his mind tell him that he needed to calm down and focus on his breathing, but the panic had set in and the voice was drowned out.

Upon receiving no answer, the banging in the kitchen stopped, heavy footsteps making their way towards the door.

"Seriously?! Is it really that hard to answer me ner-"

As he turned the corner, Bakugou's words faltered.

Upon hearing à thud in what he had assumed was the entryway of the apartment, Bakugou had figured that Izuku had finally made it home after à long day of hero work. It was uncommon for them to not both be working the same hours, something they had strived to do for the past year or so. Working together usually yielded better results, not just for the two of them, but for their work as heroes. Their personalities fit together nicely, Bakugou's assertiveness grounding Izuku, while the latter kept the fiery blonde's temper in check.

So it had been à bit strange when the greenette had left for work at eight in the morning, while he had stayed behind. However, Bakugou was not one to miss taking advantage of perfectly good opportunities. The day alone had given him time to work on mundane things around the apartment that were usually ignored due to their busy work schedules. He had fixed some of their broken appliances and spent time reorganizing and cleaning. He would never admit it to anyone, but it was nice to do something so..domestic and simple. Being à hero meant that one did not often experience life normally. And if cleaning was à welcome distraction to quell his nerves about his boyfriend being in the field without him, then so be it.

As nightfall approached, Bakugou had set off into the kitchen in hopes of using the spare time to cook à nice meal for when Izuku returned home. À calmness had set in the apartment as pleasant aromas wafted through the kitchen and Bakugou had felt himself slip into an easy state of being. He had expected his partner to be home any minute, most likely tired and in need of food.

Bakugou had not, however, expected to turn the corner of the living room to find à purple faced Izuku curled in on himself and gasping for air. It took him à total of two seconds for him to push past his initial shock and spring into action.

Rushing forward he crouched down next to the green haired man, hands hovering just over his shaking form. In all of his years knowing Izuku, Bakugou had seen his fair share of panic attacks, he could tell this was à bad one.

"Hey, hey calm down. I need you to look at me." he spoke gently, albeit firmly, trying to reel the panicked man back to reality. And if he couldn't get Izuku to start breathing normally again, he had no doubt that the man would be unconscious in à matter of minutes.

He watched as glassy green orbs locked onto his, the pain and utter fear in them making something twist in the blonde's stomach. Bringing his hand up slowly to cup the smaller man's face, he began to exaggerate his breathing, hoping that the other would follow suit.

"Come on, in," he sucked in à large breath, "and out." His large exhale blew lightly on Izuku's head, his unruly locks rustling slightly. It wasn't long before Bakugou had successfully stopped his boyfriend from hyperventilating himself into unconsciousness.

With air now filling his lungs, Izuku was able to finally form slightly more coherent thoughts. When had he gotten on the floor, and who's hand was on his face?

He forced himself to come back to the present, to focus on what was going on around him. His mind was still screaming, à vortex of sounds and images flooding his brain, but he pushed it away momentarily. Looking up, his gaze found that of his partner's, his red eyes tight with worry. So he had made it home, and that must be Bakugou's warm hand on his cheek.

Knowing that he was back in his apartment, away from there, and in the presence of the person he trusted most, Izuku felt the exhaustion kick in. It hit him full force and within seconds he was pitching forward.

Bakugou sensed more than saw Izuku slump forward. Wasting no time and figuring that the worst of the attack was over, he quickly gathered the smaller man to his chest. He felt his clothes begin to dampen, whether it was from Izuku's soaked costume or from tears, he had no idea. Bringing à hand up to the greenette's head, he began to methodically card his finger's through the thick locks of hair. He wondered why his boyfriend was sopping wet from head to toe. Had he walked all the way home in the rain? And what could have happened to evoke such an extreme reaction from his boyfriend.

The two sat in the doorway for what felt like hours, Bakugou holding on tightly to the shaking man in his arms, whispering words of reassurance and simply providing comfort to Izuku whilst he rode out the ends of his panic attack. As the trembling died down, Bakugou pulled away slightly to get à better look at his partner.

Izuku looked completely wrecked. His costume was torn in multiple places, dirt and blood peeking out from underneath the ripped rabic. Crimson patches littered his body, some areas darker than others. He was missing à glove, his hair was matted and stuck against his damp forehead and neck, and to complete the upsetting look, he was sporting à rather nasty bruise near his left temple. It hurt and infuriated Bakugou to see him like this, to see the person he deeply loved so fragile and broken.

He should have been out there with him dammit! Bakugou's hands tightened around Izuku's shoulders slightly as guilt began to seep into his heart. He had been the cause of so much of the greenette's pain when they were kids. The constant bullying, the teasing, the violence wrought by simple interactions. All because he couldn't sort through his emotions, he couldn't handle the feelings he harbored for the boy. So instead he had put every effort into demolishing their connection, pushing the smaller boy farther and farther away every chance he got. It wasn't until highschool that he was finally able to see past the confusion and the anger. He had learned to accept himself and made à conscious effort to work through his emotions, instead of letting them blindly control him. Bakugou still had à temper that rivaled pretty much anybody, but he was trying his damn best to not let it hurt the people he cared about. The words he had so carelessly tossed out in middle school would often come back to haunt him. It was a harsh reminder of what he used to be, and what he could have caused. Even now he couldn't help but fear what would have happened if All Might hadn't chosen that day to take Izuku on as his successor. Would he even be alive right now?

Bakugou shivered at the thought, hands tightening around the smaller man pressed against his chest. Now was not the time to sit and brood. Izuku was drenched in freezing water from his time spent in the rain, not to mention the fact that he probably had injuries that needed attending.

Shifting Izuku slightly against him, careful not to jostle his body too much as the extent of his injuries were still unknown, he slid an arm underneath the man's legs. With his other arm wrapped securely around Izuku's back, he stood up lifting his bridal style. Bakugou frowned at how light he was. He had always been fairly small and lean, but while training at U.À he had buffed up à bit, keeping his training regime even after graduating. Now he seemed so frail and slight, and in all honesty it had the blonde worried.

As Bakugou carried Izuku towards their shared bedroom in hopes of tending to his injuries and getting him à fresh change of clothes, he felt à hand lightly grab at him.

"K-kacchan?"

Cloudy green eyes looked up at him uncertainly, as though he wasn't quite sure what was going on. There was fear there too, of what or who, Bakugou didn't know. But he was sure as hell going to find out.

"You're ok nerd, I'm just going to set you down on the bed over here alright? We need to take à look at those injuries and make sure you don't need à doctor." Bakugou spoke as gently as he could, knowing from experience how sensitive and easy to panic Izuku was after having an attack. The green haired man shivered and nodded slightly, saying nothing.

Taking one last glance at his quivering boyfriend, Bakugou quickly slipped into the bathroom, reaching under the porcelain sink for the large first aid kit stashed in the cabinet. Because it wasn't unusual for them to return home from à patrol with some scrapes and bruises, Izuku had been the one to suggest always keeping à fully stocked one on hand so that they could take care of all their small injuries at home. Neither of them were particularly fond of the hospital, it was never à pleasant experience when one of them ended up there. The blonde sighed as he walked back to their shared bedroom. He hoped that Izuku wouldn't need to go to the hospital. His once-over in the doorway of the apartment had not been very thorough, meaning that his injuries could be much worse than he thought.

Bakugou shivered slightly, the thought making his insides churn with unease and à faint rage. It was one thing for his boyfriend to come home from work à little roughed up, it was in the job description. But to see him actually hurt, no matter how many times it had happened throughout the years, never ceased to cause him worry.

"K-kachan-n" The greenette hiccuped, his arms reaching out weakly as Bakugou re-entered the bedroom, first aid kit in hand. It broke his heart to see the younger man like this, eyes watering as he tried to muffle his sobs, hands reaching out in à subconscious need for comfort.

"I'm here, I'm here" Bakugou shushed him quietly as he sat in front of Izuku, running à calloused hand through his tangled locks affectionately.

"I'm going to take off your costume and dress your wounds ok?" Izuku's glassy eyes met his, à torrent of panic and fear. "I'll go slow, don't worry, just tell me if anything hurts. I promise it's going to be ok Izuku. I. Promise. You" He spoke firmly, albeit gently, needing his boyfriend to acknowledge his words. After receiving à hesitant nod, Bakugou began to slowly peel off the young hero's costume.

It was à long and gruelling process, and took à great deal longer than the blonde had originally thought. Many areas of Izuku's costume had stuck to his wounds, the blood and torn skin acting as glue and keeping the fabric in place. He had to cut and and carefully remove these sections, all the while trying not to cause Izuku too much pain. Once the costume had finally been removed, Bakugou had moved on to disinfecting and dressing the extensive damage that had been inflicted upon his partner. Although various scrapes and cuts littered his pale body, the only serious wound was the gash on his forehead. After cleaning off the blood and taking à closer look, he realized that while still pretty nasty, it wasn't deep enough to require stitches. Satisfied that his boyfriend wasn't in danger of bleeding out or risking an infection, Bakugou was able to finally take à breath. Izuku wasn't about to die in his arms or anything, so the situation was significantly better than what had been running through his head when he had first spotted his partner sprawled on the floor and covered in blood.

Finishing his ministrations, Bakugou wrapped gauze and à light bandage around Izuku's forehead to stop the bleeding and protect the open wound. He leaned down, looking his distressed boyfriend in the eyes, "Hey nerd, you're fine, you're fine. I got you all patched up..you're welcome." He tried to keep his tone light, normal. He knew that that was what Izuku needed right now. Questions about what happened could come later, when the situation wasn't so raw. All he could do right now was try and be there for him. Like you weren't before his thoughts whispered slyly in his ear, reminding him of à time when he was the tormentor, the person who caused the pain. I'm different now, he told himself, trying to drown out the small voice in his head, the one who always reminded him of his failures, of his faults, of his mistakes.

Are you? He shook his head, now was not the time to get into this, Izuku needed him right now.

Noticing his shiver, Bakugou reached into the dresser, pulling out one of his old sweatshirts. It was à faded orange, the hems of the sleeves frayed and tattered, the sweater itself two sizes too big. It had been à Christmas present from Kirishima during their first year at U.À.

Bakugou slid the garment over Izuku's head carefully, trying to avoid contact with any of his more prominent injuries. Once the greenette was successfully wrapped in the warm material of the blond's sweater, he seemed to relax à bit, his shaking subsiding into occasional twitches. Bakugou, still sensing the other man's distress, sat on the bed, his hands on Izuku's arms, maneuvering him so that they were both leaning back against the plush pillows that lined the headboard. Carding à hand through his hair, Bakugou gently led Izuku's head to his chest,right over his heartbeat. It was something that he had recently discovered helped with the other man's anxiety. And sure enough, only moments later Izuku sighed softly, the tension leaving his body in waves as he listened to the steady and strong heartbeat. Bakugou wasn't sure how long they laid there, the blonde lightly rubbing his boyfriend's back. But it wasn't long before Izuku fell asleep, his head lolling slightly as his breathing slowed and his facial features relaxed. For the first time that night, Izuku looked peaceful.

Will try to have the next chapter up soon! Let me know what ya'll think!

(Also if anyone knows how to get rid of those accents I will give you a virtual hug)