It's a messed up world.

Attitude Adjustment

TW BEFORE YOU START READING
THERE ARE THEMES OF WANTING TO SELF HARM AND SUICIDE! PLEASE READ

Izuku walked home, heaving for a single breath at this point. He closed his apartment door, slowly sliding back onto the door as he sobbed. He was alone. Again. Inko had died due to suicide, he thought... 'Did she not care about me?.. What if Bakugou found out?...' He mumbled, not wanting Bakugou to worry. After all, he hardly ate, showered, and or spoke to anyone. Usually only speaking to Bakugou. Oh boy, Izuku sat on his couch, chugging down an open can of beer What did Izuku need to do next? Well, stalk him. Stalk Endeavor. He contemplated how he was going to kill the number one hero. Fire? Bad idea, his quirk is literally a fire based quirk. A gun? Too simple.. Kidnapping and torture?... Good. Izuku smirked softly...

Bakugou walked home, his mind racing as he sweat. The smell of caramel filling his nose, making him cringe heavily "Fuck this bull shit.." he grumbled and looked down, pulling out a small green bracelet with Bakugou's nickname etched into its beads. "...." He started to cry, the tough blonde.. crying. For once, out of sadness.. Why was he sad? He didn't know himself, it hurt him inside though.. a lot. "Fucking Deku... my Deku.." he quietly spoke to himself "My old Deku.." he imagined Izuku"s innocent smile, smiling at the mere thought. Until his mind was flooded with the image of Kirishima, making him choke out a sob on the side walk in front of the small playground "Gah.." he clutched his chest in sorrow, "What did I do.." he fell to his knees, breaking down quietly until his phone rang.. he needed to sound.. strong. He grunted, answering his phone "What?" He stated. "Babe?.. I'm.. lonely." Kirishima spoke, "Where are you?.." he mumbled "I'm coming." Bakugou spoke, hanging up just to go home and cuddle Kirishima.. close.

Izuku coughed into his hand, looking up at the tv and turning it on.. to drown his thoughts, though it didn't work. No matter what he watched... he felt. Sad, lonely, burdened... why? He didn't even want to do anything. Other than wallow in pain of course. He honestly didn't know what to do, he just wanted to die. He grabbed a switch blade he owned, flipping it open. He eyed it, his hand shaking as he looked over at his mask.. Thinking he should decorate and paint it, maybe that would cheer him up. He grabbed his paint and stickers, smiling softly as he sanded the base, not enough to ruin it, but just so the paint could stay. Of course. After awhile, he painted it a neon green and yellow, smiling innocently as he slowly placed stickers around it, slowly cheering himself up. "Heh.. I like this.." he mumbled, happy with the way it came out, slowly slipping his mask on, exhaling smoke from the mask, seemingly a greenish hue.. His jumpsuit matching the gas mask he had just painted. Pulled his hair into a ponytail and took a picture on his phone with an exited giggle "Yes!" He jumped in happiness.

Bakugou held a sleeping Kirishima, smiling softly. Though.. he couldn't help but feel something was off. His body shivering softly as he held Kirishima. He whimpered, the tough blonde male, being scared or worried? That probably wasn't good.. He ignored the feeling, clutching the red head with tears forming at the edges of his eyes. 'Why can't I stop crying?... What the hell is wrong with me?... I mean yeah, I feel bad for what I did to Deku and.. now he doesn't even go to a school, nor does he even take care of himself. Hm.. I should probably check on him then.. maybe visit Auntie Inko with Kirishima..'He thought, nodding slowly as he finally fell asleep.