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Kaminari stared at the lines in front of him but for the life of him he couldn’t seem to figure out what they said, he read them multiple times but just couldn’t seem to contain any of the information.
He felt like he had a huge weight on his shoulders that was pressing him down, his stomach was in knots, churning and cramping, his head seemed to be close to exploding, if he read these lines one more time. A frown was etched onto his face, the corners of his lips turned down. Kaminari didn’t even notice how tightly he had been grasping his book, his knuckles were white and the page he was holding started to rip.
Bakugou glanced over at his boyfriend to see him rereading the same page for what seemed like the tenth time. What the fuck was wrong with his Pikachu? Kaminari never is like this, Bakugou raked his brain for times he had seen Kaminari upset but couldn’t come up with anything.
He wasn’t used to Kaminari not telling him things, the other boy wouldn’t be shy about needing Bakugou’s comfort, if something hadn’t gone right on an important day, or if it was just one of those days were nothing seemed to be going right. Bakugou was used to Kaminari being happy, sometimes when he wasn’t having the best day that 1000 Watt smile of his could cheer him up just like that, he had to get to the root of this.
He reached out gently, trying not to startle Kaminari as he laid his hand on Kaminari’s, the other boy’s eyes flicked up and for a moment he seemed panicked but as his gaze settled on Bakugou he seemed to relax a little. Bakugou cringed at the forced smile Kaminari was giving him, he pushed Kaminari’s book down and grabbed his hand gently.
„What the fuck is wrong with you, why aren’t you smiling?“ Bakugou asked and even though he cussed, Kaminari could clearly hear the concern and love.
He looked away from Bakugou, mulling over if he should tell him what’s going on but then decided that he needed Bakugou, he didn’t want t deal with this alone, he wanted Bakugou to wrap his arms around him, to tell him everything would be alright and that Bakugou would be there for Kaminari. He wanted Bakugou to hold him, wanted to be wrapped up in the warmth the other always seemed to provide him with.
Kaminari played with his fingers, hesitantly looking up at Bakugou trying to hold back the tears, a lump formed in his throat, he tried to speak up, to say something but he just couldn’t he knew if he said one word, tears would be rolling down his cheeks in seconds. He took a shuddering breath and opened his mouth to say something but it was too late, one tear slowly rolled down his cheek and fell onto his book, he felt his stomach rioting as if it was protesting, not wanting him to cry, his throat hurt as tears streamed down his face, he just couldn’t hold them back anymore.
Bakugou’s mouth fell open in shock, his heart breaking, his boyfriend, the embodiment of happiness and love was crying his heart out. Kaminari was curled into himself on the bed he was sitting on as if he tried sheltering himself from the world, from what hurt him, his body shaking with every silent sob, Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore, he got up and made his way over to Kaminari’s bed, he sat down and pulled the other boy in his lap.
Kaminari instantly wrapped his arms around Bakugou’s neck and buried his face in his shoulder, letting out his sobs and pulling himself impossibly closer. He loved Bakugou’s warmth that wrapped itself around him as soon as Bakugou laid his arms gingerly around Kaminari, it was comforting in a way words couldn’t, he was thankful for Bakugou, thankful for just letting him cry, for letting him get it out his system.
Bakugou let his fingers card through the soft blond hair, hoping to calm him down, but as he noticed that Kaminari wasn’t calming down, he started to get nervous. Bakugou knew he needed Kaminari to calm down, so as much as it broke his heart he had to pull Kaminari away from his shoulder.
Bakugou laid his forehead gently against Kaminari’s making the other boy meet his gaze, he reached out and wiped at Kaminari’s eyes.
„Listen to me,“ Bakugou whispered, trying to get Kaminari’s attention, „you’re okay, I’m here, take a breath.“
Kaminari listend and was trying to stop his tears and get his breathing under control, as he felt Bakugou’s rough hands wipe his tears away gently, a small, watery smile settled on his face, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. This boy, who could probably blow up half of the school, was here in his room, gently wiping the silent tears of his face, the loud boisterous Bakugou was here, with his arms holding Kaminari as if he was the most precious thing he would ever hold, as if he would break if he grabbed him too roughly.
Bakugou couldn’t believe Kaminari, even while he was crying about something, that clearly upset him a lot he could smile. He couldn’t believe how blessed he was with Kaminari, his eyes were blood shot, read around the rims, his cheeks still a little wet and sticky from the tears but he smiled, it was small and watery but real, oh so sweet and real, he couldn’t help himself as he placed his hands on the other boys cheeks and kissed his forehead. When he did so, he couldn’t believe the the sweet laugh he heard leaving Kaminari’s lips. Bakugou looked at the other boy and saw to his relieve that he had calmed down.
„Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened?“ Bakugou asked pressing his forehead against the other’s, hoping to convey the worry and love he felt but instead of an answer he got a question.
„Do you think,“ Kaminari stared, swallowing his voice still a little hoarse from crying, „that I can be a hero?“ He finished the question so quietly, if Bakugou hadn’t been as close as he was he probably couldn’t have heard.
A frown settled on his face, of course he thought that Kaminari could be a hero, he had just as much potential as everyone else in their class, he deserved to be here, he worked so hard, he knew.
„Yes, what the fuck kinda question is that? You will be a fucking amazing hero!“ Bakugou exclaimed and Kaminari smiled a little, a small pink hue settling on his cheeks.
„Really?“ Kaminari asked and what made Bakugou so angry about the answer, was that he sounded genuinely surprised.
„Of course really! You deserve this, you earned this just as much as everyone else, where the fuck is this coming from?“ Bakugou asked, fed up with this nonsense, who the fuck put these kind of thoughts in Kaminari’s head?
Kaminari seemed to hesitate before he answered.
„Some kids from 1-B where talking about us and then I came up and they said that I couldn’t be a hero, that I couldn’t control my quirk properly and that if I were to become a hero I would hurt everyone around me.“ Kaminari said, gaze falling from Bakugou into his lap.
He felt fingers on his chin, lifting it up, his gaze meeting Bakugou’s, instead of words, lips were pressed against his.
Kaminari smiled into the kiss, this was Bakugou’s way of showing his appreciation of him. Bakugou had never been a boy of many words, this was okay, this was them, this was Bakugou showing him that he didn’t think so, that he cared. Kaminari laced their fingers together and with his free hand he carded his fingers through the others hair.
Bakugou pulled back, thinking the words over before giving the other boy a soft smile.
„You can be my fucking hero, Pikachu.“
Kaminari thought his heart would burst, his smile was back and hit Bakugou full force. Kaminari’s smile was as bright as ever as he pressed his lips against Bakugou’s again, hugging him tightly.
This was it, he didn’t need 1-B’s confirmation, he had Bakugou’s and his friends', he had Bakugou catching him if Kaminari needed him too, maybe he could be Bakugou’s hero, but Kaminari hoped Bakugou knew that he was Kaminari’s hero too.