"Deku!"

The voice rumbled the walls. Without even seeing the boy, Izuku knew exactly who had saved him. "K-Kacchan?" Izuku sobbed, curling into a ball. He tightened his grip on his shirt and sobbed. He sobbed like there was no one watching him. Like he was alone, like no one could hear the pain in his voice. Bakugou dropped besides him. He stood there, unsure how he was meant to comfort the small boy.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" A demonic voice rang out, loud enough to make Izukus ears ring, and bleed.

He shrieked in horror as blood dripped down his neck, going down his shirt. He clamped his hands over his ears, screaming bloody murder. Bakugou starred in distant at the man that now stood, cowering over Bakugou.

The young boy growled, standing up. "How fucking dare you. Do you understand how highly Deku used to talk about you? He fucking looked up to you. This is the shit you do?" He edged closer to the man, clenching his fists in anger. "I should've fucking guessed. Ever since you came back from that fucking "business trip" he hasn't been the same. He looks terrible! At first I thought he was training to hard, but then he stopped fucking smiling. Do you understand how fucking horrrible it is to see him with a god damn frown all day?" Bakugou whispered, not knowing half of the things that were spilling out of his mouth.

"This weak ass has people that care about that shit?" Izukus father snorted, crossing his arms. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Bakugou didn't answer, he continued his rant. Terrifying anger bubbled in his eyes as he did so. "You are a terrible father. A terrible hero, and most of all a terrible fucking human being! You fucking mental!" Bakugou screamed, sending large explosions off, aimed at the father. He had no time to dodge, so he simply went flying backwards.

Bakugou was about to continue and beat the shit out of the poor excuse of a human.  Key word, about. He stopped when he heard sobs come from behind him. They were barley even audioble, but Bakugou managed to hear the boy behind him. The sound made Bakugou heart throb, and he grabbed his shirt, turning around. There he saw, with horror, Izuku had grabbed a glass shard from the ground and began to cut his arm open, whispering thing such as "I deserve this." "They all want me gone." "I want to die."

Bakugou starred in disbelief as Izuku pushed the shard down, deeper and deeper into his skin, reopening scars that seemed to cover his whole arm. Bakugou was frozen, starring a the broken boy hurt himself. He couldn't believe that the boy he saw just hours ago, smiling and giggling, now was a broken mess on the floor. Bakugou finally came to his senses and ran to Izuku, engulfing him in a embrace.

"Shut up. No. No one deserves this. Shh it's okay." He had no idea where that came from, it just rolled off his tongue so easily when he felt the racking sobs of the boy under him.

Without a second thought, Bakugou took his shirt off, tying it around Izukus arms. Trying to restrict the blood flow. He picked the small boy in his arms and took off running out of the house, down the street and to his own home.

He shoved open the door with a booming BASH. A woman, looking much like Bakugou, came from the couch, screaming swear at her son. "The fuck? I thought I told you to stop doing th-" She stopped when she saw the dangling boy hanging from her sons arms. Blood now dripped out of the white shirt, landing on the black rug he was being held above.

Mitsuki, Bakugous mother, stood in both shock and confusion. Her eyes widened when she noticed who the boy was. "Izuku?" She breathed out, her voice hitching.

She ran up to her son, smacking him across the face, and took Izuku out of his grasp. Bakugou tried to take him back, scream at his mother for taking him. He was in full protection mode, even when it's with his mother, he didn't want anyone touching him.

"Oh shut up! Look what you've done to the poor boy!" She yelled at her son, leaving the room. She laid Izuku down on the kitchen table, grabbing the first aid kit as she went. "You think I did that? What the fuck old hag! I'm the one that got him away from the thing that did that!" Bakugou screamed, running up to Izuku, teary eyed.

"Why the fuck would you think I did this shit?" He whispered, sitting in one of the chairs.

"If you didn't do this, who the hell did?" His mother asked, wrapping the boys arms in bandages.

"His father...." Bakugou paused and starred at the boys unbandaged arm. Cuts running from the shoulder down to his wrist. "And himself." He choked out, grabbing a cloth to wipe the blood off from the side of Izukus head.

"Himself ? What do you mean?"

Bakugou simply pointed to Izukus arm, indicating the cuts.

Mitsukis gasped, trying to hold herself together. "He was self harming?" She starred in disbelief at the cuts. "So much?"

Bakugou feelt like crying, and Bakugou never cries. Never. He was meant to be the strongest guy in the world. But at this moment, seeing the boy he grew up with, the boy he promised to take care of, he felt like crying. He really hasn't protected him. Beating him up, dropping his mental state lower and lower. A single tear ran down his pale cheek, landing on Izukus arm.

"I'll call Inko, one second." Mitsuki shakily said, slowly taking out her phone.

"N-no! She has enough to deal with! Please don't call her! I don't want her worrying about me!" Izuku screamed from the table, now wide awake.

Mitsuki looked in shock at Izuku. "She deserves to know -"

"No. It'll just break her mental state more. She's barley even able to hold on now. If she hears she wasn't there to protect me, she might just end it herself. So no. Don't call her."

Now both Bakugou and Mitsuki looked at him in pure shock.  Not only Izuku was depressed... but also his mother?

"W-what?" Mitsuki said, disbelief flowing out of the word.

Izuku didn't respond, all his energy was gone, and his head fell back onto the wood with a thunk.