could i request kiribaku x fem!reader comfort?? Reader has sexual trauma and she gets sent into panic after being put in a mildly suggestive position that triggers her,, if that is okay with you to write!! I deal with this a lot and i thought it would be cute just to have some comfort ^_^
Kiribaku x fem!Reader, comfort, gentle hurt/comfort, trauma response, no explicit content
It happened so fast you didn’t even realize your body was reacting until it already had.
The three of you had been hanging out on the couch, a lazy afternoon tangled in warmth and teasing jokes. Kirishima was always touchy, always leaning into you with big, warm arms and an even warmer smile. Bakugou had a quieter kind of presence, not less protective, just… different. His affection was quieter, but never lacking.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault.
Kirishima had just shifted, maybe a little too close, his hand brushing along your lower back as he tried to reach for the remote. Bakugou leaned in too, his knee pressing between yours for balance — and suddenly the position felt wrong.
Not because of them. But because something in your body screamed that it wasn’t safe.
Your vision blurred. The breath caught in your throat. You weren’t here anymore, just somewhere else, somewhere colder and smaller and so, so terrifying.
You flinched hard. Pulled back fast. A sob caught in your throat, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned everything else out.
“Whoa— hey, hey, sweetheart—” Kirishima was already moving back, hands up, eyes wide with concern. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re here.”
Bakugou’s brows were knit in worry, his voice low and grounding. “What happened? What did we do?”
You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. “I—I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean anything. It just—something about it—”
Kirishima moved slow. No touching. Just there. “You don’t have to apologize. Never. Your body remembered something scary, huh?”
You nodded, tears brimming.
Bakugou, surprisingly gentle, crouched next to you, his eyes searching your face. “Tell us what you need. You want space? Want us to sit near? We’ll follow your lead.”
You exhaled shakily, body trembling. “Can you—just sit close? Not touch yet. Just… be here.”
“Of course,” Kirishima said instantly, settling a little distance away, his warmth still close but not overwhelming. “No pressure. No rush.”
Bakugou sat on your other side, arms crossed lightly but relaxed. “You don’t owe us explanations either. You matter. Your safety matters.”
Silence stretched, comfortable. You listened to their breathing, the quiet hum of the TV still playing something silly in the background. The world stopped spinning so fast.
“I’m trying to work through it,” you whispered.
“We know,” Kirishima said softly. “And we’re so proud of you.”
Bakugou added, gruff but honest, “You don’t have to be ‘better’ to be loved. You’re already enough.”
You breathed in slowly. Exhaled. And for the first time in a while, it felt like maybe you could believe that.
Because here, with them, you didn’t have to be perfect. You just had to be you.
And that was more than enough.
