"I just have quick thing to say before the story starts. I'm eighteen, and I haven't written a proper fanfic since I was thirteen and in middle school. I used to write stories on here ALL the time. They would get really popular. But the thing is, what people didn't know, is I was being bullied both on and offline. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, please bare with me as I am just starting out with this whole fanfic thing again. All fanfics I have previously wrote were deleted. As I wrote for Fairy Tail, My Little Pony: FIM, and Monster High. So I hope you all give me helpful criticism, I know I can handle it properly now that I am older and have used the internet a lot more and have become one with myself.  So please bare with me and know that I am trying my best!"  - ImagineMagicForever

— Chapter 1: Ramen, Homesick, and PTSD Nightmares—

Kirishima sat silently in his dorm room. A half lidded gaze at the ceiling. It is oddly peaceful, as the events that transpired two days before still haunt his mind.  Why isn't anybody talking about it? It legit just happened. Bakugou was kidnapped by the league of villains. Kirishima let out a heavy sigh as he reached to grab his phone off the charger. He shut his eyes tight as the bright light invaded his retinas and the midnight black room that had enveloped him. Blinking a couple of times, he lowers the brightness and let his eyes settle properly on the blurry numbers. Coming clear into vision, Kirishima let out an irritated moan. 2:15 in the morning. Bakugou was asleep. Even before they moved into the dorms, Bakugou would log out the squad group chat around eight so he could go to bed around nine.

Bakugou. How was he handling this? He legit just got back from being kidnapped. For a second time. The thought of Bakugou ever even being kidnapped once left a nauseating feeling in Kirishima's stomach, but twice? He thought he was going to puke. Kirishima clicked his phone gently placing it on his chest. The feeling of nausea hitting him like a brick, he curls into a fetal position. Suddenly cold he grabs his camo comforter and pulls it over, hoping it would warm him and calm his anxiety.

Yet it didn't. Kirishima could feel the bile rise up his throat only to make its way back down, he shouldn't throw up, its not manly to throw up over something like this. Although he could feel the warm and hot substance rise in his throat again, only to slowly makes it way back down. A thought then occurred to Kirishima. What if they hadn't made it, what if they hadn't made it to Bakugou on time? What would he do then? What would today feel like? Would he be dead? Would one for all and the league of villians have won? Would they even-  Kirishima shook his head violently stopping himself from asking the next question. Although he continues to repeat the previous questions in his head. His worry straining his mind, till he gets a head ache. Kirishima flips himself over. His head hanging off the edge of the bed, his left arm gently placed under his stomach. As the rest of his limbs keep him firmly planted on the bed. He feels it come fast, the liquid is hot and he has barely anytime to make any noise as it comes barreling out of his mouth and onto his hardwood floors. He barfed. He threw up over worrying too much like Midoriya.

Kirishima sighed, at least he felt a little better after releasing the anxiety onto the floor. He sat up, engulfing a big breath of air. He stayed silent, staring in the dark abyss he calls a room. They just barely moved into these dorms, so it shouldn't be too weird to feel this way. But Kirishima feels lonely. He misses his own room with it's creaky doors. He misses his dogs, and dad. But most of all Kirishima misses his mom. He knows its only natural to feel this way. He knows that its normal to feel like he is out of place. It's only amplified with the recent events that has happened.

So, why was it so much of a surprise when he felt a sob escape his lips? Why was it a surprise when he felt tears run down his face and unto his hands? Why was it a surprise to feel the first shiver as his body shakes its way into oblivion. Or what felt to be oblivion. Kirishima took a deep breath, and then another. And another, until it felt like all he was doing was taking deep breaths. Is this a panic attack? Am I having a panic attack? Kirishima exhaled, and then inhaled, a quiet sob escaped his lips. He lifted up from the bed with shaky hands. He wobbles a bit as he had gotten up to fast. Careful to avoid stepping in his own bile, Kirishima made his way to the door. He slowly opened the door, his midnight dark room being threatened by the light seeping in from the hallway. He slowly makes his way out the door. His bare toes getting a shock to the nervous system, as he was transitioning from cold wood floors to a warm carpet.

He made his way across the hall, making sure to be quiet as to not wake up, Bakugou, Shoji, Uraraka, or Ashido. Having being on the fourth floor, he slowly makes his way downstairs and into the common area. He tip toes into the kitchen only to be shocked to see a familiar blonde haired hot head. "Hey Bakubro, why are you up?" Kirishima asked, his curiousity peaked. He could just be hungry, or worse he cant sleep like Kirishima because of the incident.

Bakugou looked up slowly at Kirishima. His eyes peircing into Kirishima's own. Kirishima flinched a little, he is used to Bakugou's arctic cold, and heart piercing stares; but this one felt different. It felt off almost. Bakugou continued staring and Kirishima was forced to break eye contact. "Bakugou are you okay?" Kirishima asked, generally concerned for the slightly shorter male in front of him. Bakugou gave a tsk in response to the taller red headed boy before him.

Bakugou hadn't been able to sleep the last couple of nights, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that people were after him. That he was going to be kidnapped again. He felt out of control, and weak. "You know I'm here if you need to talk, right?" Says Kirishima his voice laced with concern. It sounded like it was raspy, it sounded like he had been crying earlier. Bakugou stiffened as he realized he probably isn't the only one suffering. He took a deep breath, and looked at Kirishima.

With softer more concerned eyes, Bakugou began to speak, "Are you hungry shitty hair?" Kirishima smiled, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. He originally came down to get towels for the bile he had left in his room, but he'll clean that up later. Right now, he kinda just wanted to be in Bakugou's presence. He just wanted to make sure that Bakugou was alright. At least that's what he was telling himself.

"Yeah I'm a little hungry."

"Good, because I kinda made too much ramen for myself." Bakugou gestures to the pot of ramen cooking on the stove. "I was actually going to wake you up any way and ask if you wanted some but-" He cut himself short, as if his breath got stuck in the middle of his throat. His pupils shrunk from dilation. He stares at Kirishima, as he grabs his chest bending over. He then grabs the counter with his other hand. He started to breathe heavily. In and out. In and out. IN AND OUT. And then he stopped. Slowly taking a deep breath. He stares at Kirishima.

All Kirishima could do was stare back. During the moments he had rashly jumped up and dashed to Bakugou's side. He's now hovering over Bakugou, both of their red eyes slithers through each other's souls. "Bakugou are you-"

"If you ever mention this to another soul I swear to god." He says quietly his voice stern and barely above a whisper; as he quickly turns off the stove and prepares them both ramen. Handing Kirishima a bowl Bakugou walks off and up the stairs. Kirishima stays their standing in the kitchen quietly as he slowly grabs his ramen. His hand hovering over the bowl almost afraid to touch it. What was that? Did Bakugou have a panic attack in front of him? Kirishima thought. The red head sat there, quickly slurping down his ramen. It's so good. Bakugou is such a good cook. Placing his now empty bowl in the sink to be washed, Kirishima grabbed a couple of paper towels to clean up the mess he had made earlier in his room.

He scrubbed the floor until it no longer smelled of bile. He quickly threw the dirty towels in his waste basket under his desk and hopped onto his bed. Checking the time on his phone, Kirishima sighed. 3:20 am. He has to be up at seven. He plugs his phone in as he deeply sighs.

The red head relaxes into the sheets. His breathing slowing down, he starts to get more and more relaxed until his eyelids feel more and more heavy. And the thing you know anxiety plagued Eijirou Kirishima was fast asleep.
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Bakugou slammed the door to his room, not caring who the fuck he woke up at this god damn forsaken hour. Shoji, Uraraka and Ashido can fuck it. He plops hard on his bed, shoveling ramen into his mouth. "Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit." He screamed as he shoveled another mouthful of ramen into his mouth. "Why did he have to see that?" His voice now barely above a whisper. "Why did he have to see me so- so weak." What will he think of me now? Bakugou tossed his bowl of ramen. Ramming it against the wall. The bowl falls with a loud thunk as he ramen was splattering everywhere.

He stares at the mess, as releases a quiet sob. Why does he have to be so fucking weak? Kirishima and the others should have just left him to stay with the league of villains. The blonde boy looks up staring at his ceiling. What is he doing? He sighs. He lets a hand slide down his face as he slowly lays back against his bed. He'll clean up the ramen tomorrow before school. He just he can't right now. He just cant. He feels his eyes slowly get heavy, and before he knew it Bakugou had drifted off to sleep.

It was as if he was caught in staring contest with the devil himself, and demons were holding him down. Blue hair stuck out from underneath a black hoodie. Heavy breathing pulsating through the air, Bakugou tried to run but his feet were stuck in place. A semi-translucent dark goop was slowly sliding its way up his pants. It was making its way up his body. Creeping its way up his back, until it clasped onto his neck. Slithering until it grasps his mouth. He was suffocating. It was trying to pry open his lips. Slithering its way in. He couldn't breathe. He tried to use his quirk but he couldn't and then suddenly he was falling, his massive explosions from his hands keeping him from going farther into the dark abyss.

"Where do you think you're going Bakugou?" Boomed a deep voice. It vibrated against Bakugou's rib cage and throughout the rest of his body.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Bakugou screamed, his eyes roaming the dark abyss that surrounds him. He pauses. The blonde boy stands still. He smiles. "What the fuck are you." He corrects. His eyes stare deeply into bright purple ones. The blue hair blows in the wind.

"I'll see you later Bakugou. Be careful, to keep your friends at UA close. Especially that red head Kirishima. We don't want anything bad happening to him wouldn't we."

"What do you mean? WhAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!" He screams, his mind racing. What the fuck are they going to do to Eijiro. Bakugou yells, tears rush down his face. He has to protect Eijiro. He has to keep Kiri safe.

Bakugou wakes up in a cold sweat, as he looks up to hear pounding on his door. He throws his light blue blanket across his bed and gets up. Angrily stomping to his door. "WHAT THE FUCK DO- you want." His scream turns into a whisper as he opens his door and sees just who is standing before him. His eyes piercing into the other persons. He leans his head on their shoulder giving out, he lets out a huge sob.

(Word count: 2215) I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Helpful criticism is wanted. I have more plans for this story. Please like, comment and follow. - ImagineMagicForever