"ghr" Bakugou growled, squinting his eyes open.
A horrible sound blundered through the walls yet at first his ears couldn't adjust to hear exactly what it was.
When they eventually did he startled upward in bed and looked to the wall behind him.
Kirishima's room was directly behind it.
And in addition to quite disturbing screams, a gut wretching sound of joints grating together was present, all vibrating from the room.
Concerned, he stood from bed, slipping his feet into a pair slippers and swiftly making his way to the room next to him.
In the commotion, Uraraka, Shouji and Ashido had tiredly began peering from their doors.

"What the fuck are you doing Kiri?!" Bakugou snapped instinctively, swinging the door open.

His feet shifted on the spot as he gazed inside.
The screams had silenced and were replaced with loud sobbing as a slight acknowledgement by the tender hero was apparent.

"...O-Oh my God" Bakugou spoke blankly, venturing in.

Kirishima had his knees tucked into his chest, though that was hard to notice anything if him as his quirk had sparked uncontrollably.
It manifested his body into an unspeakable aspect, a thorned beast raging sorrows.

"K-Kiri, what's wrong?" Bakugou asked, sitting on the bed with haste, unsure on whether to grip to his arms in fright of the sharp massiveness to slice him.

The tearing eyes had cracked over and the strands of sharp, almost gelled up hair he so desperately gripped to began chipping away as he only cried louder.
Shouji, out of pure curiosity stood by the door, soon accompanied by Uraraka and Ashido.

"What... what's happening?" Ashido asked.

Uraraka just stared, eyes widened.

She recognised it.
That creature that so violently and ruthlessly attacked and hindered Ashido.
She stumbled back, Ashido glancing back as she did so.
A look of terror littered her features, freezing up almost.

However, before Ashido could question her further Bakugou managed to pull Kirishima to his senses by finally, firmly gripping his arms.

Kirishima watched Bakugou, having glazed over within his frenzy "...B... B-Bakugou?" He stammered, his quirk seemingly easing off.

"K-Kiri?" Bakugou replied.

Doused in sweat Kirishima reached out to touch his lovers face, in almost disbelief at what sat by him.
Bakugou obliged and observed how tender he was handled, handled as if he would shatter any minute now.
Once the fingertips pressed amongst his cheeks, their cold essence unbelievably chilling a shiver down his spine Kirishima scoffed.
The tears ran freely and they squinted while his face crumpled.
Through the sobs he said "...O-Oh God" neither smiling and only seeming to cry harder.

He excelled forward and forced himself into an embrace, burrowing his head into the crease of Bakugou's neck, his arms wrapped round also to better hide his face from the others.
Their shocked presence had become apparent with each second he kindled a cry, Bakugou, stunned of what to do and only holding him close with comforting sorrow.

He was never good with soothing people, all that cute 'mushy' talk n all.

"Hey, c'mon, it was just a nightmare...I'm here now" he grumbled up, having a hand resting on Kirishima's back.

"T-Thank God" was all he replied with, tearing all over Bakugou's neck unintentionally.

The very dullness of his voice vibrating could have shook even the mightiest of Hero's into a sorrowful guilt.
Bakugou had to admit.
This felt genuine.
Like something had actually disturbed the man so much so into screaming himself awake.
And that quirk...why did it spontaneously activate so aggressively?

As Bakugou glanced to the door he growled and spat "the fuck are you looking at?"

Shouji flinched as well as Ashido, thought Uraraka had already dismissed herself back to her dorm already.

"We...was just worried" they replied.

Bakugou understood through the circumstances and glanced back to Kirishima, practically silencely dismissing them also.
Meanwhile Kirishima had completely melted into the embrace and was currently attempting to withhold his agony with light, choking hiccups.
He was embarrassed, humiliated...guiltful.

"That's what manly cry you got there" Bakugou tried to comfort, influencing Kirishima to look up.

The eyes were raw from the endless crying and his skin shivered with the abnormalities of his quirk.
So vulnerable and sensitive.
He felt on the brink of collapse.
However, as a last resort Bakugou layed with his lover quietly, having them both in a reassuring position that both know they were safe.
Skittish was one term that would fit the boy, thought with great horrific reason.

They layed like that for the remainder of the night and by time he had settng the sun was not far from blossoming.
He sniffled and apologized quietly, it instantaneously being reinforced with a blabbering excuse "heh...I knew I shouldn't have ate before bed..."

Bakugou knew it was a lie though instinctively let it slide.

"Fancy talking about it?" He replied.

"No, no heh...I'm alright" Kirishima stated in respect, not daring lock eyes with him.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed his chin, forcing him to stare amongst his figure.

"I know I'm not a good listener" he said "but I'm here for you damn it!"

Silence dominated the air and Bakugou released him, instantly guilty for yelling.

Kirishima was no doubt startled but understood the man's terms and glanced to the floorboards.
He linked hands and rested into him.
"I'm sorry...it was just a stupid dream, nothing to worry about"

Bakugou sighed softly and tenderly stroked the redheads hair.

"Hmph... whatever you say shitty hair...just don't scream me awake again, you got that?"

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Hi guys, sorry for the lack of uploads.
I'm having a hard time keeping motivated but as of now this story is to be continued shortly.
Sorry again xd