A/N: Today's prompt was mythology, so this will be based off Greek mythology. Bakugou is the equivalent to Ares, the god of war, while Kirishima is the equivalent to Hephaestus, god of fire and blacksmiths. Warning! There are mentions of suicide and self harm (by scratching) in here. Your mental health is more important than a stupid oneshot. Anyway, off we go!

Bakugou's POV

"So," I sighed, appearing at the table. Slamming my palms down, I glared at everyone there. "Why was I fucking called here?"

"Katsuki, sit down, there's a human," Eijirou tugged me down into a chair, pointing to a small green haired boy in a chair.

"So, what do I have to do with this?" I asked. "Am I here to make people fight, because I can't resolve shit. I'm literally the god of war, it ain't the job description,"

"We need everyone here for this decision," Eijirou calmly said, but I could see the fire burning behind his eyes.

Scoffing, I sat down beside Eijirou, as not to get my ass kicked by him.

"So, what's the quarrel?" I yawned, kicking my feet on the table.

"Katsuki-kun," Iida stood up. "Please, refrain placing your boots on the table,"

"I do what I fucking want," I snarled. "Just start talking so we can get this over with,"

"Well, Shouto found this human," Eijirou began. "And kidnapped him to make him his king. But this boy is Ochaco's son. She's left her duties. The world had been plunged into a terrible famine. But Shouto won't give him to Ochaco,"

"Oh, so it's just an obsessive mother who can't control her emotions," I scoffed, pulling a knife from my belt and twirling it between my fingers.

"Her daughter was kidnapped," Tsuyu stated. "I'd be pretty sad if my daughter was kidnapped,"

"I was kidnapped back when I was a fucking human, and no one gave a shit when I was gone, so why should she?" I snarled. "Your kid's gonna die anyway. Hell, they actually might live longer if they live with Shouto,"

"Katsuki--" "Welp, I'm just gonna cause a fight if I stay," I stood up. "Later, losers,"

"Katsuki," Eijirou began as I pulled a drachma out of my pocket.

"What? Not like I'm gonna help," I scoffed, dropping it to the ground and stomping on it.

Before I could hear the idiotic redhead, I was back in my own lair.

"Fucking stupid family shit. Who fucking needs one?" I growled, sitting down.

Family is fucking overrated. They just want you to exist so they can continue the fucking bloodline. Load of shit, if you ask me.

I threw a knife at the door, making the blade stick.

They never cared about me, and it'a not like I need to care about them either. They were garbage to me, and I shouldn't love them.

My fists clenched.

They called me shit. I was just their battering ram. Nothing else. It's not like they wanted me alive.

My jaw tightened and my breaths became shakier.

I know they were happy when I fucking stabbed myself to death. Not like I ever fucking mattered.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" I roared, punching the wall as the pressure that had been building up behind my eyes became too much.

Stop crying.

"STOP FUCKING CRYING!" I punched myself in the arms, trying to stop my eyes.

Scratching my arms up and down, I kept yelling at myself.

FUCKING STOP BEING A PUSSY!

"Katsuki!"

Turning around, I saw the fiery redhead, looking concerned.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled, pulling a knife from the belt around my waist.

I couldn't see very well as I threw it, but I heard it hit the door.

"Katsuki!"

It's not like anyone cares. God, why didn't Shouto just let me fucking rot?! It's what I deserved, not godhood!

Taking in shaky breaths, I turned from the redhead, wiping at my cheeks with tense shoulders.

"... what the fuck do you want, Kirishima?"

"What happened?" he asked.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned, grabbing and twisting his wrist, reflexively pulling out another knife.

I know it is probably absurd to habe so many, but they are a good stress relief, when used correctly.

"Do not fucking touch me," I attempted to growl, but I could barely get above a whisper.

"Right, sorry, should've asked," Eijirou said, removing his hand.

"Why aren't you dealing with the other thing. You won't start a fight or cause more trouble,"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay,"

"Welp, I'm not," I sighed. "You can fucking go,"

"Bu--" "Go. Now,"

I keep telling myself it isn't my fault that they ignored me. It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything to make them not want me anymore.

Except I did.

"Katsuki, I--" "GO. NOW,"

My grip on the knife tightened while I brought my hands to my arms.

I felt the knife slip from my grip.

Darting my eyes over to Eijirou, he had it in his hands.

"I don't need you hurting yourself," he said.

"I'll be fine anyway. I'm a fucking god, I'll live," I hissed, scratching my arms as hard as I could.

It was my fault. I wasn't good enough. I could've been a better son. I was a brat. I could've been better. I should've been better.

I need to be better.

"What?" Eijirou asked.

"The fuck are you still here for?! GO!"

You were too loud, that's why they left you behind. Maybe of you shut up, you'd actually get someone to stay.

"I... sorry," I murmured, looking at the floor.

"Katsuki, can I hold you?"

What does he even mean?

"Sure," I scoffed.

Arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Can we talk about it? You don't have to say anything if you aren't comfortable, we can just talk about other stuff to distract you,"

"You don't have to do anything for me. You don't have to stay and check on me. I'll be okay after a few minutes," I mumbled.

"Well, you aren't helping yourself by just sitting here scratching your arms.  You're harming yourself,"

"So? You act like I didn't stab myself to put everyone who knew me out of their misery," I scoffed.

"You what?"

"Found a spear when I was sixteen, shoved it into my chest four times and  waited until I was dead. No one came looking for me, and when the body was found, my family didn't seem too sad," I scoffed. "Then I went to the Underworld, only for Shouto to make me a god,"

The arms around me tightened a bit.

"Please stop hurting yourself, Katsuki," I heard Eijirou murmur. "You don't deserve that. I love you too much for that,"

"What?"

Getting out of his arms, I looled at him.

"Uh... bad timing, I know," Eijirou chuckled awkwardly. "I love you, Katsuki. And you need to know that,"

I opened my mouth, closing it quickly.

"I... I don't quite know if I love you, yet,"

"I understand. Take your time. If you find you do, I'll be here. If you don't that's okay. Don't feel pressured to love me,"

"Can I... sit in your arms some more?"

"Always,"

A/N: Didn't mean to make this angst. Sorry! Uhm, I hope you enjoyed, and see you tomorrow! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark