Katsuki pov

We sat in a comfortable silence for about a half hour before he decided to speak up, finally feeling comfortable enough to explain. 

"I had a dream. It was about the first time he abused me.", Deku says. His voice is steady and composed, yet pained. I run my fingers through his hair, making him purr a bit. He blushes hard and covers his face with his hands. I laugh softly and say, "Don't be insecure. It was cute!" He nods in response and continues to speak.

"He tried drowning me. And hit me with one of those spiked belts. It was the day after I found out I was quirkless.", he says. His voice breaks slightly, but he ends up swallowing back his tears. "Mother wasn't into that stuff. After a few years, he...", he trembles. I feel him shake in my arms and I hear a small sniffle. I rub his back in circles, comforting him. "He killed her.", he sobs. 

My eyes widen and I bite my lip. "After she died, he married his girlfriend that he was cheating on mom with. She hated me. I don't know why...she just did.", Deku cries. I hug him tighter and kiss his forehead. 

He smiles weakly up at me, trying to maintain it. "It's okay though." "You're not fooling anyone, Deku. Especially me.", I say with concern laced into a small smile. His smile drops, dropping my heart with it. 

As soon as his smile left his face, he looked so broken. His face was pale and not to mention that he was extremely light. Sure, he wasn't any less muscly than he was, but he was pretty light. "How about we get you something to eat, ok?", I ask. He shakes his head and gives me another one of those smiles. My heart feels like it's being compressed every time he gives me that look.

"I'm not that hungry, but thank you.", he says. "Deku, you're really light and your parents barely feed you. Plus, you slept like, the whole day. It's already 5:13pm.", I say. His eyes widen, and I can see a bit of...excitement? What the hell? "I slept the whole day without eating anything...that's good. At least I won't have to go the whole day starving myself or throwing up. Ugh, I'm so fat.", he mumbles quietly.

"First of all, what the FUCK?! Second of all, you're probably the skinniest person I've ever seen!", I exclaim. His face pales. "Y-you heard that?", he says nervously. Then it hit me. 

"Deku, lift up your shirt.", I say. "N-no...", he protests. "Please. Deku.", I say desperately. "I don't want to look. I can't.", he mumbles, just loud enough for me to hear. I feel tears well up in my eyes again, getting Deku's attention, as they threaten to spill down my cheeks. "I won't judge you. I promise.", I say calmly. I give him a smile and he sighs. 

We make our way over to the bathroom and he lifts up his shirt. He's thin. Unhealthily thin. Scars are littered all over his back and stomach, breaking my heart. I feel my held back tears flow down my cheeks as Deku takes a good look at himself. "Heh. I'm fat, right? It's disgusting.", he says darkly. "Deku, I'm crying because you're too thin. You could die!", I cry.  

"So what you're saying is that I'm not fat. I'm actually the complete opposite...? Am I getting this right?", he asks. I nod profusely and say, "Yes! Please stop this! It's not healthy!" 

Deku pov

I punch the sink and cry softly into Kacchan's arms. "Let's get you to bed, okay? We can try eating tomorrow morning.", he says. I nod as he picks me up at sets me on the bed. 

I wake up the next morning with Kacchan laying in bed with me. He has his arms around my waist and his head tucked into the crook of my neck. "Good morning, Deku.", he mumbles. He yawns and stretches, making me blush. Cute... 

He smirked at my reaction and gave me a peck on the nose. I stretch, almost revealing my cuts, but I retract my arms before he can see them. 

We get out of bed, and I realize where I am. Aizawa's house...

"Kacchan?", I say. "Yeah?" "How did you get here?", I ask. He blushes slightly and says, "Aizawa called me over after school because...well...he wanted me to be here to comfort you when you woke up." I giggle slightly, making Kacchan blush harder. "You know, you look cute when you're flustered.", I smirk. He rolls his eyes and takes my hand. 

Kacchan is about to open the door when Hitoshi swings it open, just barely missing Kacchan. "O-oh. Um, hi!", Hitoshi smiles. He looks down at our interlocked hands and back at us. I feel my face heat up and I look away. Hitoshi locks eyes with Kacchan, making him shudder. "Listen Bakugou,", emphasizing Kacchan's name. "If you even think about hurting Izuku, you are so dead."

Kacchan gulps and nods, slipping past Hitoshi's icy glare. I give him a small smile, telling him that it's okay. 

Kacchan and I walk downstairs, only to be met by Hizashi's loud voice. "Goooood morning, little listeners! How are you this morni-", he stops when he looks at our hands. He looks at them and then back at us. Just like Hitoshi... 

Aizawa sighs and laughs, earning a surprised face from Hizashi. "Called it.", he snickers. Kacchan and I blush in sync, letting go of each others hands. 

We sit down at the table and two plates of steamed rice and grilled fish. My stomach ached, almost reaching for the food, but I had to refrain. I'm still fat. Kacchan seemed to notice the change in my mood and grabbed my hand again. "Hey, just take a few bites. For me?", he smiled softly. I gulped, and picked up my fork. 

I cut off a piece of the salmon and put it on my fork. I put it in my mouth and chewed, the flavors filling my body with serotonin, but also self hate. I still feel fat. But when Kacchan smiled and praised me, I began to feel a little better. I took a bite of the rice, earning a smile from Mr. Aizawa. 

After finishing most of the plate, I decided that I was done. Kacchan smiled and squeezed my hand, making my heart flutter. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then ran his fingers through my hair. He cupped the side of my cheek and gave me a small peck on the lips, making me feel content. "You did it. I'm so proud of you!", he praised. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling satisfied.

I could practically feel Aizawa and Hizashi's stares, even though my eyes were closed. "All right problem child, time to go out.", Aizawa announced. I blinked my eyes and tilted my head in confusion. "We need to get you clothes. You left all of your stuff at your father's house and we can't get in because of an investigation going on there.", Hizashi explained. Mr. Aizawa nodded and cleared our plates. 

I shrugged and went back upstairs to shower and change. 

Kacchan headed out as Aizawa, Hitoshi and I headed off to buy me some clothes. "Where do you want to go first?", Aizawa asked. I thought for a second before saying, "Umm...How about Yesstyle? Maybe H&M?" Aizawa nods before getting directions.

When we get there, I giggle and look around. It's kind of girly, but I like it (What can I say, he's a soft boi uwu). I pick out a few hoodies and cargo pants, mostly black cargo pants. I also check out some jeans and a few crop tops. Once everything is paid for and done with, we head back to the house.

"That was quick.", Hitoshi smiles. I sigh and lay down on my bed, thoroughly exhausted. I pick up my phone and scroll through instagram a little before Hitoshi taps my shoulder. I hum, telling him that I'm listening. 

"Izuku...are you cutting?"

I freeze. I open my mouth to find an excuse, but nothing escapes my lips. He sighs and gives me an understanding smile. "Don't freak out. I'm just asking.", Hitoshi says. I sigh, defeated. "Yeah. I am.", I say quietly. "How'd you know?" "It takes one to know one.", he says.

I raise an eyebrow as he lifts his sleeves. My eyes widen as they land upon his arms. White lines litter his arms from wrist to shoulder. None of them are new, so he must have stopped a while ago. I feel my eyes water and I stutter, trying to find the right words. He leans over and gives me a hug as I cry and cry, tears dripping down my cheeks and onto his chest. 

He strokes my hair and says comforting words while I sniffle and try to form words. After a few minutes, he says, "Does Bakugou know?". I shake my head and he frowns in concern. "You should tell him. Face to face. If you want this relationship to work, you need to put your trust in him. He can't keep finding out accidentally or it will seem like you don't trust him enough to know these things, okay?", Hitoshi says calmly. I nod and give him a smile. 

"Thanks, Hito."

Hello! This chapter was a bit longer than usual! Around 1,600 words this time. It kind of confused me a little. I hope y'all got it because I'm sort of lost *nervous laughter*. Also, Karma is really fucking hot and I simp, but that's off topic... (I started watching Assassination Classroom over again and I love Karma so much oml) Anyways, I hope y'all are doing well! Love y'all sm!