The two wake up to the applause and cheering of a huge crowd. Izuku stretches and pulls his crocs and sweatpants on before walking out the room with Bakugou. The group had assembled here to watch one of the worlds best stunt groups. Death Jumpers. They were well known for their precarious and extreme stunts. As they drew closer, they stopped at the edge of the corner and stood there. The Death Jumpers were standing there in grunge shades and skull shaped masks on their heads grinning. 

“Bakugou! Midoriya!” Mina called running towards them two, with Kaminari clutching his side in the result of a stitch and Kirishima hiccuping. They stopped when they were in eyesight of both of them and stood there.

“Bakugou, Midoriya it’s no good to go against them, they’re the best of the stunt area--” Mina yelped as one of the female stunt runners from the Death Jumpers. She had midnight purple hair and kohl lined eyes, and was wearing a cropped tank with a skull print on it and cargo shorts and a series of silver snake rings jostled on her fingers. 

“The name’s Jirou, and I’m not here to make enemies. I’m here to know who I’m opposing”  Jirou said with a bright smile on her face. 

There were more stepping noises and standing in front of the rest of them was Todoroki, Mirokia, Sen and Ren. The closest to Bakugo and Izuku was Todoroki and Mirokia. Izuku looked petrified in front of them and Katsuki shot him a death glare and it warned him not to pussy out.

He sheepishly grinned and two-stepped backwards where Mina and the rest were. 

“Kacchan I just need to use the bathroom alright,” Izuku said, wiping his head. His heart started pounding faster and harder in his chest and his breathing became scarce and slow. His head was pounding and as soon as he was out of Katsuki’s sight he sprinted to their bathroom and shut the door, locking it and sobbing. Time stood still.

There was a soft knock on the door which brought Izuku back to his senses and he wiped his face and dried it with a towel.

He opened the door and Katsuki stood there before walking in and closing his arms around Izuku’s back. “I know how it feels Izuku..” Katsuki coaxed him softly. Izuku's voice quietened and then it broke and he started crying in Bakugou’s warm arms. 

“I begin to shake for no reason at all. I do so much not to but it just comes in and out in waves” Izuku sobbed. Katsuki rubbed his back as soft as his hands would let him. They both fell to the floor hugging.

“Take a rest.. Our second act isn’t until 7 PM today” Katsuki told him. Izuku stood up and rummaged through the bedside drawer for his sleeping mask. It wasn’t in the drawer. 

“Damn it..” Izuku sighed. He knew damn well that without the sleeping mask he couldn’t shut his eyes and sleep well.

“It’s alright Kacchan.. I don’t need any rest.. Maybe some teriyaki chicken katsudon?” 

Katsuki nodded and left for the kitchens to make Izuku some katsudon.

When Bakugo reached the kitchen he opened the drawers and scoured them for a wok, teriyaki sauce, rice, chicken and spring onions. He steamed the rice, chopped the chicken and crumbed it, added teriyaki sauce into the wok and stirred the chopped chicken, rice and onions. He plated the meal before walking back into Izuku’s room and saw he was hunched against the bathroom wall, sitting down with a silver blade in his hand. He had it pressed in and there were a series of wiry scars on his wrists and shoulders.

The room fell silent and Izuku looked up at him. It was so quiet you could hear a mouse nibbling. 

“Kacchan..” He stuttered, hiding the blade stupidly in his pocket and wrapping gauze around his wrists. 

“You’re just like me then.. Two idiots in one tree who are self-harming their pains away” he said, dropping to his knees near Izuku. Izuku moved away slightly before breaking the silence with a shocking question. 

“What do you use to self-harm?” Izuku asked sweetly. His face beared the fattest smile.

“Cigarettes.. I prefer to burn instead of seeing my own blood” Katsuki answered softly. 

The two fell silent and sat there. Katsuki crawled over and kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. 

“Are you not sad anymore?” Izuku asked. 

“Are you not either? If you’re not, I'm doing this alright..” Katsuki said, standing up and walking to the counter and opening the first drawer. A condom and bottle of lube tumbled out onto the rug. 

“Do you want to?” Katsuki asked. Izuku nodded and took his shirt off revealing his defined abs and hypnotizing V-line. He took his sweats off and his boxers, and Katsuki did the same. He locked the bathroom door, cause he knew the gang wouldn’t bother knocking if they walked in. Katsuki crawled back over to him and popped the lid of the lube off before dipping two fingers into the lube and inserting it into his hole. He moved it softly, adding a few more fingers before slicking the excess lube onto Izuku who had a condom on. 

“Ready?” Izuku asked softly. Katsuki sighed and lowered himself slowly onto Katsuki, making Izuku groan. 

“God Katsuki..” he huffed, digging his nails into the soft sides of his hips. Katsuki pushed Izuku’s hair out of his face and huffed. He started moving down and up on Izuku, bouncing eventually. Izuku moans as the angle hits him right and he reaches his orgasm. Katsuki was still pressed on him and he reached his orgasm and he spilled it onto Izuku’s stomach. 

They sat there in the darkness of the bathroom huffing softly. Katsuki leans down for a soft kiss and Izuku lets him. Only the gods know how much he loves his boyfriend. 

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