Warning for a homophobic slur

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Kirishima

Kirishima felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "...wait, what?" he mumbled.

"They went through my phone," Bakugou muttered. "They found out."

"Are you serious?"

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "No, Dumb Hair, I'm makin' shit up and I'm fucking soaked because I like to frolic in the rain," he snapped. "Yes, I'm fucking serious."

"Okay, okay, sorry," Kirishima murmured, sitting back a bit though his eyes never left the other.

"Put your seatbelts on, boys. Let's get home so you can get out of those wet clothes."

Almost robotically, the two reached back and pulled their seatbelts in place. As he clicked his in, Kirishima said, "Start from the beginning, okay? Why'd they take your phone?"

Bakugou's eyes flicked toward the front seat; it was clear he wasn't entirely comfortable talking about this with Kirishima's mom right there, that his brain was still in 'keep the secret' mode, so Kirishima reached for his hand. Cold and damp as it might've been, he held it firmly, trying to reassure Bakugou through touch.

"So you know I left balls early. I figured when I got home they'd just be asleep or whatever, but they weren't. Guess they were freaking out about where the fuck I was like I'm not an adult or a person of my own. My damn mother argued with me, took my phone and my keys, and sent me to my room like I'm a damn baby. My phone was dead and I was tired so I didn't think shit about it. I was just pissed, but I ended up falling asleep."

"...so they charged your phone while you were asleep, huh?" Kirishima asked, feeling his stomach twisting into even more knots. He could already tell where this was going, especially knowing the most recent text messages he'd sent Bakugou, not to mention all the ones from the past.

"Yeah," Bakugou said defeatedly, running his fingers through the tangled hair that'd flopped back into his face. "I woke up to them basically barging into my room with my phone. My mom held the thing out to me with our texts up on the screen and fucking demanded an explanation or whatever."

"How'd they unlock it, anyway?"

"Fuck if I know," Bakugou huffed.

"Well what... what did you say?"

"I fucking argued with her at first, that's what I said. Told her off because I'm an adult and deserve the basic right of privacy, and of course she was right back in my face with that 'you live under my roof' bullshit. And my wussy ass father didn't do shit about it, either. He just sit there and let her fuckin'... tear me apart, and then start accusing me of being gay and all that before she let me explain a damn thing."

Kirishima's hand tightened around Bakugou's; he could feel the other's tension, and in Bakugou's eyes swam anger, irritation, and, most prominently, devastation. That look seemed to pierce Kirishima right to the core; every instinct he had was to protect Bakugou from this emotional pain, to find a way to heal him, to change his parents' minds or turn back time or something. Yet he was at a loss.

"After that she told me I wasn't allowed to see you anymore," Bakugou went on, rougher than before. "I asked if it was because you're a guy instead of a girl, and she said that it was part of it... on top of some other bullshit about my 'irresponsibility' and 'ignoring their shitty rules' or whatever. I fuckin' yelled at her again, told her I was going to tell them about us eventually but that I didn't wanna find out my own damn parents are homophobes, and she told me that me being with another guy 'isn't natural' and that she wouldn't have sent me to boarding school if she..." He held his free hand up to air quote, "...'knew it was going to turn me into a fag'."

As he went on, the blatant anger in Bakugou's voice faded into something more disheartened, more defeated.

"She really said that to you?" Kirishima's mother asked softly, though the one question was filled with shock.

"Yup. Figures, right? You think I'm blunt, you should meet her." His hand ran through his hair once again. "Anyway, after that shit show when I was basically shocked onto my ass, she told me she couldn't look at me and said she'd have to 'figure out what to do with me when she calmed down,' and then she left. So did my dad, who just shook his head at me like he was disappointed or someshit before he followed her out. They kept my phone so I couldn't call you, so I just fucking left. Hopped out the window. It started raining right as I hit the main roads and before I knew it I was fucking soaked. Nowhere would let me use a phone unless I bought something and I fuckin' forgot my wallet at home, so I wasn't able to call 'til I made it to the library."

Kirishima forced a swallow down his thick throat, unable to look away from the other. As much as he wanted to tell Bakugou he was sorry his parents were such assholes, he couldn't seem to find the words... or his voice. Saying sorry wasn't going to accomplish shit, especially when it was for something that wasn't his fault.

"Well you have a place with us, Bakugou," his mother said firmly. "Regardless of what they think and say to you, you have somewhere to go, and I'm not going to let you go back to a toxic environment like that."

Bakugou's "thanks" was small and rather... broken. His fingers were gripping Kirishima's hand tightly, but his head was turned the other way to stare out the window.

Kirishima couldn't remember ever feeling as helpless as he did in that moment. This... this was what Bakugou had been afraid of for the past several months, maybe even since they'd started dating. He didn't know how his parents felt about people like them up until now and maybe, Kirishima thought, he'd had a feeling his parents wouldn't accept him. Maybe he'd known, or maybe they had said something in the past that he hadn't told Kirishima about for his own reasons. Really, he couldn't blame Bakugou for continuously putting it off, and all he could think about was how much he regretted not being more careful with their secret.

More than anything, he wanted to tell Bakugou it would be okay and know full well that it would. He wanted to think that Bakugou's parents would come around eventually, that they'd change their minds and realize that their son being happy, regardless of who it was with, was more important than their shitty ideals. He wanted to be able to tell Bakugou that things would get better with them, but there was no way he could know that. No way at all, and he hated it. It left him with a tight feeling in his chest that he had no idea how to ease.

"I'm here for you, Katsuki. You know that, right?" he murmured, low enough that unless she was listening for it, his mother probably didn't catch his words.

That was enough to get Bakugou to swivel his head back around. His eyes were tired, more than anything, which was only amplified by the smudged to hell makeup surrounding them.

"Yeah. I know, Dumb Hair," he murmured back, equally as soft.

Kirishima ignored the fact that his seatbelt locked when he leaned across the seat to pull his boyfriend into his arms, feeling it was all he could do to at least try and make him feel a little less... cast aside, as he probably did. Less alone, maybe. Or perhaps Kirishima's actions were self-serving because he felt the need to hold Bakugou close to him to gain a sense of security—from what, though, he didn't know.

Even still, Bakugou latched onto him tightly, almost desperately, in a way that was unlike the usual him. His face pressed closely into the damp material of Kirishima's shirt, close enough for Kirishima to hear his slightly ragged breathing, to feel his jaw flexing and relaxing rhythmically in his attempt to hold back his tears.

Kirishima, being the kind-natured soul he was, never wanted to wish ill upon anyone. Never had and never thought he would. But now, with the person he cared about most in the world clinging to him like he was all he had left, shaking ever so slightly and tense from a complicated sort of heartbreak, he couldn't help but think that he wanted Bakugou's parents to get what was coming for them. Soon, or he'd be damned.

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sorry this is so short flkajsdf ;-;