Damaged (bakudeku)

This Feeling

•Bakugou's POV•
I walked into Todoroki's room to see him drop a bottle of vodka on the floor.
The smell immediately filled my head.
Of course I knew that bottle design.
I've had my drinking days.
"You can't have that here!" I said.
I slammed the door behind me and grabbed the trash bin from under his desk.
We picked up the pieces and I went into his bathroom to grab a towel.
I saw some interesting things in there.
Something in particular stood out though.
There was a small glass jar with little silver things in it.
I set the towel down and picked the jar up to examine the components.
There were little razor blades inside.
"Todoroki. What is this?" I said.
He was already walking in before I had said anything.
He snatched the jar from me.
"Ar-art projects." He stuttered out.
"I'm not having this shit right now. Show me." I demanded.
He seemed to be threatened by me.
"I can't." He said quietly with his head tilted down.
"I don't care if you have to pull your pants down. Show me." I said.
He slowly pulled his pants down to reveal tons of tiny scars.
Atleast there weren't many recents.
I "unintentionally" looked at his package and saw that it was huge.
I couldn't help but to look at it.
My gayness made me do it, I swear.
His legs were so scarred, it scared me.

(^THAT WITHOUT THE ARM SCARS!!!)
"How long have you been doing this?" I asked softly.
"4 years." He replied quietly.
I couldn't believe it.
"Todoroki..." I whispered.
I didn't know how to react.
The only thing i knew to do was hug him.

•Todoroki's POV•
Was this a dream?
Was Bakugo...was Katsuki Bakugo really hugging me right now?
I instantly wrapped my arms around his body when he did the same to me and we stood there in this warm hug for a few seconds before I got uncomfortable.
"Bakugo...I don't have pants on." i whispered.
"Oh..." he replied and let go.
I could see him look down to my underwear and then back up to my eyes.
Then he walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.
I pulled my pants back up and turned off the light as I exited the bathroom.
As I approached him, he looked up into my eyes with a sad expression.
"How often do you drink?" he said.
"I started about a week ago. I've only drunk a few times." I said and sat beside him.
"Don't get yourself hooked, Todoroki. It's hard to stop." He said with sympathy shown in his eyes.
"You have experience?" I asked.
He shook his head 'yes'.
"I've drunk since I was twelve. Four years turned me into a mon- four years turned me into this." he said.
He pointed to himself when he said "this".
I was confused now.
He was going to call himself a monster.
Why would-
...well.
There are some times when he could be considered a monster.
I looked up to him when I heard a sniff.
He stood up and wiped his nose.
"I need to get going." he said.
He didn't make eye contact when he said that.
He pretty much hid his face when he got up.
I watched as he left and shut the door behind him.
That was odd.
I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Once i was done i changed into some sweatpants and stripped off my shirt.
I replaced it with a red t-shirt.
White pants and a red t-shirt.
Perfect.
I turned off my light and then got in my bed.
Closing my eyes, I could only think of Bakugo.
He really considered himself a monster, huh?
My mind went blank pretty soon and I fell asleep.