A tear ran from Kirishima's squinted eyelash, down his cheek and to the bottom of his chin silently.
Each muscle in his body tensed to make the monster he feared, the sharpness of skin, the shattered tissue of his eyes.

Bakugou had leapt away, fallen back on the floor in shock at the explosion.

Once the silence had been recognized Kirishima opened his eyes and noticed the fear struck expression on the blondes face.
The face of sheer terror flashed over his eyes, a women, a mother, making him cower and turn away quickly.

There she was, there she wasn't. Stood smiling. Stood screaming. Cradling on the floor. A pit of blood.

Tears ran and he pressed his palm into his eye sockets in a desperate attempt to cease their raine.

Meanwhile Bakugou stood and observed from a safe distance, hesitant on what to say.
He'd never seen this happen before tonight...and with the severity of his lovers breakdowns it was getting increasingly worrying.

"...You're spiking up again" Was all that came from his chaps.

Kirishima sniffled, the rattling of his joints frazzling with each shudder and convulsion.
He remained silent.

Sighing softly Bakugou extended his hand forward to take his lovers hand.
However, it flinched away as he yelled "don't touch me!"

Bakugou jolted back, Kirishima's eyes fixated upon him insanely.

"I-I...I don't want to hurt you" he added in the midst of a voice break.

Bakugou could only smile softly and say "hurt me?..you could never hurt me"

Regardless of Kirishima's state Bakugou took a forceful grip on his brittle arms, wrapping them around him gently.
Hesitant to move, the monster stared into his eyes.

"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't get close enough" Bakugou grinned

Kirishima sniffled "I'm serious Bakugou..." His attention wavered to the right as though lost of what to say "...I...you wouldn't be the first I've hurt"

Bakugou awaited a continuation, however, none was to be heard.

"What do you mean?" He asked

Kirishima paused.

"Tell me!" Bakugou whined, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"I killed someone alright!" Spat venomously from Kirishima's lips, making even himself jolt afterwards "t-that wasn't supposed to come out like that...i-i"

He couldn't bare look into Bakugou's eyes and see again that shocked and bewildered expression, the expression he'd seen time and time again.
Forced to withstand the horror of what he was.
A monster.

"I-It was an accident" he added "I didn't mean to I...I couldn't control it"

Tears dwelling, he tried to soothe himself, taking in deep shaking breaths quietly.

"...heh...you can't be serious" Bakugou eventually replied.

Oh but he was serious, more serious than he had ever been in his entire life. It's true. It's true. It's true.

Those selfish words replayed over and over within his self-conscious.
And once Bakugou realized this he spoke once more.

"..who?.."

The imaging came back and Kirishima squinted again, wincing.

"...my mother"

Bakugou wasn't the type of person to overreact or do anything other than yell at statements such as these...but even he admitted to a tight knot growing within his bowels.

"I-I...She was young and...my dad had left...so it was just me and her" Kirishima stated "and uhm...she was quirkless so...she wasn't exactly expecting me to inherit one"

"You don't have to tell me Eijiro" Bakugou warned

"No, no uhm..." Kirishima's quirk eased slightly "it kinda helps talking about it...if you want to listen that is..., I know it's a bother and-and annoys you but I..."

"-hey, if it troubles you, I'm here to listen" Bakugou smiled

It brought a smile to Kirishima's face at this new sudden nature to Bakugou, the side he was managing to finally understand.

"Heh..." He pondered on what to say.

He could change the subject or be truthful with his lover.
But like truth meant anything anymore...he wasn't even a real hero.
Sorrowfully he glanced down and continued.

"One day she came home and found that I was teething these...sharp things over my normal set of teeth and...well I wouldn't stop crying" he gulped "so she cradled me...A-And i...my q-quirk just-"

"There there" she smiled warmly down to him, stroking gently at the black strands of hair leaking from his head.

They say that when you inherit the first traits of your quirk...it's a wonderful moment, a time of happiness and fulfilment...but to Kirishima...that first trait was far more powerful than anyone could have ever predicted.

He wailed, those precious teeth shining.
He needed to bite.
Something, anything.

At first he reached for his mothers palm, gasping.
But once she pulled it away he pouted and snarled viscously.

"Hey...now Eijiro, that's no way to act" she chuckled, attempting to remain positive to the new experience.

But, given the circumstances, he wasn't willing to negotiate.
He kicked and screamed to be put down.

"E-Eijiro please, mommy is trying to help you" she trembled, struggling to hold him.

And with a single kick, a single thrust upward his leg hardened and sliced through her jugular.
That was it...there was no saving her.. heck she couldn't even scream.

She dropped him to the floor and stumbled backward, clutching the blood that now spewed from her neck.
Kirishima cried upon impact, taking a moment to process what exactly was happening.
Processing what he had done.

Her skin ran pale as a sheep and the once light filled eyes hazed over almost instantly.

She collapsed.

The body twitched for a few seconds, bled out all it could before drying limp and hostaged to her own home.

Two weeks she had stayed there...rotting while the boy stared at his creation.

Only on that last day did he leave...but even then he had no idea where to go.

The only place where monsters like him lived where in the shadows, the streets, the jail's of Japan.

"Oh... fucking hell" Bakugou said

By now Kirishima had calmed completely, his clothes shredded slightly.
Though he didn't mind.
He rested his head on Bakugou and remained silent while he spoke.

"But look at you now" he tried to smile "you're...you can spread awareness like this, warn others to not make the same mistake"

Kirishima nodded.
It was all he could do.
He was scared to do anything else.