THE STANDARDS OF PERFECT(bokugou x kirishima)

This weird feeling

Kirishima prov-
I woke up in the infirmary with a pounding to my head and one of my heads sweety. I look over to see Bokugo's ash blonde spikes and his hand intertwined in mine. I froze as I looked at are inlaced fingers my cheeks began to heat up and a shiver went down my back. Then I had the craziest thought 'I wanna kiss him'. I shook my head as to get the thought away and in the process I heard Bokugo growl. "Oi what's wrong with ya shitty hair" although he said this with his usual scowl his eyes were soft showing a hint of worry. Realizing Bokugo and I were still holding hands I pulled my hand out of his and felt sad due to the loss of contact. "U-umm no-nothing bro" I smiled letting him see all my shark teeth. "Oi cut that the fuck out you gonna blind someone damn it." I chuckled at his comment and only seconds later did I spot familiar green hair. Bokugo looked up and saw Deku then a little light shade of pink was shown in his cheeks. "Hey Kirishima glad to see your okay!" Deku smiled as he try to greet Bokugo but was interrupted by recovery girl speaking up. "Glad to see that you are awake you should probably go home and rest some more." I flinched when she said go home 'what home is their were im welcome' "umm no thank you im fine I feel a lot better." I smiled a bit of a forced smile but she accepted it. "Hurry it up shitty hair I dont got all day." He was leaning on the now open door waiting for me to step out. Deku followed as all three of us walked down the hall talking about random stuff all the way to the classroom
(Time skip again because im lazy af soo ye p.s. still kirishima prov)
(Also i dont know what parents look like but here take dis)
I walked into the house to hear nothing but silence I was about to let out a sigh of relief until I hear glass brake upstairs. I run up stairs into my parents bedroom with my dad holding a broken beer bottle. He lifted it at my mom trying to hit her so I jumped in the way and couldn't harden in time causing a deep cut across my stomach. "THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU DAMN FAG!" My father's words priced me like a knife. My mother had already scrimmage out the room as my father looked at me with piercing red eyed. He kicked me in my stomach making me bawl out in pain as more blood spilled out. My father grabbed me by my neck holding me against the wall "SO YOU THINK YOUR TOUGH HUH? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC GAY SON I WISH I NEVER HAD! SO DAMN USELESS JUST LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOM!" At this point I was crying as he threw me across the room into another wall as the carpet from where I was laying early looked stained with blood. My father's loud footsteps echoed threw my head.  I start seeing double and the only time I realize im still alive is when a pain shoots threw me. My father kicks my all over my body each kick fells like it imprints a dent in my bones. My father's quirk just so happens to make the tiniest pain and times that by ten making it hurt wrose. My brain starts to get foggy and suddenly im dragged and tosed into my room. I roll on my back in pain and agony using the last bit of strength I have to go into the bathroom. I get out the medical first-aid kit that I hide behind the toilet and get out the bandages,hydrogen peroxide,and teasers. Taking of my shirt I dampen the sleve with peroxide and tap it onto my few bleeding wounds after a few minutes I have a bandage wrapped around my torso. I look at my self in the mirror noticing the side of my left cheek is a little purple and the under edge of my right eye is a light somkey black. I shrug and take off all my clothes and putting on baggy blank pants and a to big for me shirt. I then climb into my comfy bad and pass out within a minute.