Found You

Rewind to high school and all that traumatic stuff

******HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS CHAPTER CAUSE LIKE I FELT LIKE WRITING ANGST.******

*****ANGST, MENTIONS HOMOPHOBIA, PTSD, AND MENTIONS ABUSE MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION/ANXIETY*****
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-KIRISHIMA POV-
I blink my eyes open at realize I had fallen asleep. I t try to get up, so I could check my phone and the time. But I froze immediately as I felt extra warmth beside me. I tilt my head in the direction of this sudden warmth. It's—

Bakugo? Asleep in my bed.... WAIT. He's asleep and IN MY BED. What the hell happened?!

I start trembling at the different scenarios forming in my mind. What if he....no he wouldn't do that to me, right? I felt a sudden uneasiness in the out of my stomach. I got up and off of the bed, not caring if I woke him up. I stumbled quickly to the bathroom and hurling my guts out in the toilet.

I felt sick and unclean and disgusting at the thought that I might've been....raped. I know deep down it's just my anxiety speaking, but the scenario feels plausible. I mean like he did cause me to freak out earlier and panic even more, when he grabbed me without warning.

The fact that he knows me is what makes me feel even more uneasiness. The whole point of me going to a university that's far away from home was to avoid people, who might know me and know what I did in high school.

Disgusting. He probably knows that you're a good for nothing whore. Letting boys and even men use you. He probably wants to use you too. You deserve it. You brought this upon yourself.

The voices in my head make me feel worse and I feel another wave of vomit coming. I start to hurl once more, letting tears sweep down my face from the painful acid in my throat. I wiped my mouth and slouched against the toilet, resting my head on my forearms.

"Hey, are you okay?! Do you need me to take you to the hospital or-or some shit..."

I felt a hand one my shoulder and I flinched automatically. I turned to look at the source of the voice speaking.

"O-oh. It's ok. I'm fine. I-uh-just felt a little sick. Haha..."

"I can tell when someone is having a panic attack or ptsd flash backs. You're clearly not well and probably ended up throwing up cause ya feel anxious."

I pulled away from the toilet, flushing it and struggling to stand up. I leaned on the counter almost falling over from my weak, tingling legs. Bakugo caught me and held me up with his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. He helped me to my room, which I reluctantly sat on my bed.

"I guess you got me. I-I have issues, well in a sense. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. It's just-um-I came to this university so that I could avoid being recognized. But I didn't work out that way, huh. That's why I freaked out, when you said you knew me."

I chuckled at the thought of how things ironically turned out. Bakugo pulled my desk chair in front of me and sat down, hands on his laps, fidgeting.

"Oh. S-sorry."

"It's ok. I'm glad I got to see you again. I actually do remember you. To be honest I don't think I ever gave up the memory of you from our childhood. It's nice to see you, Bakugo."

I smiled softly and grabbed his hands, squeezing them with reassurance. I really was happy to see him again. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.