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RFA + Saeran and Vanderwood reacting to an MC who is depressed/self-harms

As the title suggests, this post will address sensitive subjects, so read at your own discretion.

Hyun Ryu // Zen

“Now you know.” You voice holds strength you never knew you could muster, but deep inside you feel your soul crumbling to dust as you watch his eyes widen at the sight of the deep scars on your skin.

He takes a step towards you, but stops, afraid his touch and comfort might not be welcome right now. Still, seeing him like this, so different from the always smiling and outgoing Zen, tugs at your heartstrings.

“You did this. You did this to him. Look at how miserable you made him feel!” The voice at the back of your head gets stronger, feeding on the memories of your past that start flooding your mind. Telling the truth frees you. That’s something you’ve heard too many times, but why do you still feel trapped in the cage of your own struggles?

“Ah, I knew it. I’m sorry. The scars… I shouldn’t have told you. I shouldn’t have showed you. You must think I’m ugly, in and out.“ Knees starting to buckle, voice breaking, you gather all your strength just to keep yourself from falling into the dark pit of despair dug by your own mind as you desperately try to button up your shirt.

“That’s not it!” His voice is loud as he finally closes the distance between you two. His hands grab yours, fingers frantically moving on your skin to draw intangible figures. “That’s not it at all, MC! I love you… I love you so much and I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met!”

His fingers move up your arms and then onto your belly to caress your scars, his gentle touch leaving a faint, soothing trail in its wake. “I’m here for you. Always have and always will.” As his arms wrap tightly around your body, you let yourself surrender to his light.

Yoosung

“Please… Just leave me alone.” Your desperate plea is met with a deafening silence broken only by Yoosung’s sharp inhales. “I just don’t want you to see me like this. Please… Just go.”

You feel weak. Too weak to move from your curled up position on the bed. Too weak to argue. Too weak to let tears relieve your pain. Too weak and indifferent to everything around you.

You hear him move, his steps hasty as he heads towards the door, leaving you all alone. Your mind wanders to dark places, making you feel even emptier and you wonder if that’s even possible in the first place.

The mattress dips under his weight and a moment later you feel his slender arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. “No!” His voice sounds firm and resolute, even though you feel his lips trembling against the back of your neck. “I don’t want to leave, MC! I… I might not know exactly what you’ve gone through, I might not know the pain you’ve experienced…”

As he lets his tears flow freely, burning your skin as soon as they make contact with it, you feel your own starting to prick your eyes. “But I want to understand! I want to be with you! I care for you and I want to help you! Please, let me be here for you!”

His arms tighten around your waist, making you feel the sobs racking his body in their full strength. As tears start flowing down your cheeks, their bitter taste familiar on your lips, you uncurl your fingers and slowly move your hands to meet his. For the first time in a while, you don’t feel alone.

So I was having a bit of trouble with this one, but it was so much fun to write after I actually got the stories going! Like, it just kept flowing and flowing for Bakugou (as most of his stories do), and then Todoroki’s story was where I got stuck. I used a lot more slang for his, and I think it worked out okay.

I’m hoping the terms are all used correctly and that they don't offend anyone! I had to look up Australian slang, and, boy, a lot of it is pretty vulgar, but they’re all so unexplainably funny? I only just learned that Australia is called “Oz”? That’s pretty freaking cool! Also, I kind of accidentally only wrote with slang in mind and not accents. Sorry about that!

Anyway, I hope you like this!

Bakugou Katsuki

Kirishima drops a bag onto your desk in front of you, and you look up at him in disbelief, the excitement buzzing through you almost tangible to him and Bakugou. 

“Is this what I think it is?” You reach for the bag as Bakugou watches in interest. Just what could you be so worked up over? He almost jumps when you open the bag and squeal, your hands flying to your mouth and covering the smile Bakugou had started to grow addicted to. The blonde disapproves of the action and clicks his tongue - your smile is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen besides you, and he’d gladly do anything to see it. 

“What is it?” He asks grumpily as he crosses him arms. You reach into the bag and pull out a stuffed bear, looking like you just won the lottery as you hold it up for him to see. “A fucking bear? Seriously?”

If you weren’t so happy, you’d frown at him, but you physically can’t. “Not just any bear, you fuckwit! It’s Rilakkuma!”

Ah, he thinks, there it goes again. He’d expected to hear you curse like a sailor and have witty comebacks prepared for every situation as most Australians tend to, but to your credit, you’ve barely slipped up since you arrived in Japan. On the rare occasion that you do, you laugh it off and do your best to explain the meaning of some phrases and words, and to his frustration, he finds your slip ups way too attractive.

“You bastard!” Bakugou is almost relieved that you’ve just called his best friend a bastard until you laugh and pull Kirishima into a tight hug, and he realizes that’s probably some Australian term that he doesn’t know. Kirishima looks frantically at his friend and makes sure that his hands are far away from you and where Bakugou can see them. When you pull away from the hug, you’re laughing for a different reason now. “What kind of hug was that, Kirishima? Too much for you? I know you’re weak around pretty girls, but come on.”

Kirishima stutters and fails to provide some sort of excuse, earning another wave of laughter from you. He can feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of his head, and he quickly shouts, “I-it was Bakugou’s idea! He thought you’d like it!”

You turn to the blonde, an eyebrow raised skeptically. God, he wishes he didn’t find that as attractive as he did. 

“Really? Bakugou wanted to get me something?” You stand up and walk over to him until your chests are almost touching, and fuck he hopes you can’t hear the embarrassingly too loud beating of his heart that’s deafening to his own ears. “You didn’t sound too sure about what was in the bag earlier.”

“Th-that’s cause he didn’t know I was giving it to you today!” Kirishima butts in. He sends a thumbs up to Bakugou before continuing. “I was just too excited and couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Hm…” You don’t give Kirishima’s explanation much thought, instead focusing on the way Bakugou’s chest in front of you seems to be moving a bit too fast for that irritatingly calm look on his face. He’s wearing his usual scowl but otherwise looks unaffected by the close proximity between the two of you. 

If only you knew that he was scowling from trying so hard not to kiss you right now. 

“I guess,” you start, your voice dripping like honey from your lips, “I owe you a thanks. Perhaps a kiss?”

At that, the blonde stiffens, both aroused and startled by your words. He doesn’t believe you’ll go through with your words until you’re leaning closer and standing on your tiptoes for easier access to his lips. He automatically closes his eyes shut, hands clenched into fists at his side and his breathing stopped as he braces himself. 

Your lips are soft, and… fuzzy?

Bakugou peeks with one eye and nearly has a mental breakdown when he sees the teddy bear’s face in front of his. He lets out the breath he had been holding in one whoosh, his ears growing red in anger and embarrassment as he glares at you. “You…! What the fuck was that?!”

“Bakugou, Bakgou, don’t tell me you were expecting something else?” you tease, a smile playing at your lips and Kirishima struggling to stifle his laughter behind you. Before the blonde can retort, your lips are on his cheek, effectively silencing both him and the rest of your classmates who had been watching the whole ordeal. When you pull away from him, there’s a light blush on your cheeks and a genuine-like smile on your face. “Thank you, Bakugou.”

Todoroki Shouto

“Hey, Todoroki-kun.” You nudge the boy’s shoulder, and he turns around to look at you while trying his best to not look like your touch had sent sparks through him. “I was talking to Yaorazu-chan earlier about tea, and she went off on a whole lecture about all sorts of tea. Since you’re rich - I’m assuming you are, being Endeavor’s son and all - I was wondering if you like tea, too.”

Todoroki recalls walking past you and Yaorazu earlier, slightly amused at the different interest levels displayed on both your faces as she talked about something he didn’t quite catch, and he smiles again at the memory. You had looked so out of it while Yaorazu was animatedly smiling and waving her arms about. 

“I enjoy tea,” he replies, trying to remember the last time he had tea. Was it when he went to visit his mother?

“Do you like that exy stuff, too? I mean, I can’t say I do ‘cause I’d go broke if I bought just one pack, but maybe you have some lying around your house.” 

It takes him a moment to realize you’re still talking about tea, but his mind is still preoccupied with something you said that he didn’t recognize at all. You don’t seem to notice though, still continuing the conversation like everything you were saying made complete sense.

“Do you make it the same way as cheap tea? Like, boiling water in a bizzie and pouring some of the herbs into a cup and then the boiled water?”

Todoroki finds himself once again thrown off at yet another foreign word, but he simply nods his head and pretends like he knows what you’re referring to when you say “bizzie.” He decides you’ve used some Australian word, which makes him feel slightly better at having not understood what you meant.

You fall silent after a bit and stare out the window, and Todoroki takes this chance to reorient himself. He could just ask you to explain what those words meant, but if he tries asking you know, then you’d know he didn’t know what you were talking about at all and simply went along with whatever you said. He could feel himself growing dizzy thinking about it until you let out a gasp, suddenly remembering something.

“I heard that the food at Macca’s in Japan are way smaller! Could you take me to one after school, Todoroki-kun?” He almost says no, just because he has no idea what you’re saying again, but the way your eyes are lit up with excitement makes it so hard to. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he can even handle spending more time with you now that he knows he has another problem besides his growing crush on you. Taking his silence as reluctance, you say, “Or not. I think Sero-kun was talking about going later. I can as him if he can - “

“No!” His sudden shout surprises both of you, and he apologizes quickly for it. “I’ll take you.”

He wishes he could take pictures in his mind because the smile that spreads on your face is one he’d like to remember, so he resorts to committing every detail to memory while he can. You’re just so beautiful and kind, and you spend so much time talking to someone unsocial like him when you could be making so many more friends. You’re the new transfer student, so he’s sure making friends wouldn’t be hard for you, especially since you’re so easy to get along with. He wonders if you consider him a friend, but the way you’re looking at him now makes him feel like you see him as something more than that. Your attention is brought elsewhere when you hear a shout from the hallway, a familiar head of blonde yelling some taunt as he walks by the classroom.

“Get stuffed, you fruit loop!” You shout, standing up from your seat and making a fist. Monoma cackles but does as he’s told, knowing full well what you’re capable of. You smile down at Todoroki, proud after scaring off the blonde. “He sure is persistent.”

He sighs, defeated and exhausted from attempting to decipher your confusing language, and he realizes that he’ll have to hear more of it later when you go to whatever “Macca’s” is. 

Today is going to be a long day, but…

He glances up at you and smiles as you make a face at Bakugou across the room, some playful remark playing on your tongue.