What If I Jumped? (Kiribaku)

• Chapter Eleven •

Kirishima's pov

It was now 10am on Saturday. We have one more day until we're back at school. Honestly, I am relieved.

I walked to the bathroom and headed to the mirror above the sink. Looking into it, I could see the bruise on my face. I hovered my fingers above my nose and lightly tranced over it, hissing quietly when they pressed down.

I placed my hand back to my side and left to go to the kitchen.

Once I reached downstairs, I was met with a sleeping Bakugo. It looked like he'd been crying. A big part of me wanted to ask him what was wrong, but that can be easily answered. And a small part of me wanted to leave him alone. For once, I didn't help him, instead I decided to make breakfast.

I thought porridge was good enough for both of us to eat so I began to make it.

Once the porridge was done and in the bowls, I walked to the coffee table in the living room and placed a serving down on it. The small bang when it touched the table woke Bakugo up.

He opened his eyes groggily, they were tired and bloodshot. I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to hug him and tell him how much he means to me, but I can't do that since he won't let me.

"What's the time." He deadpanned.

"10:15"

"Okay."

He took his food and started eating while I headed upstairs to my room. When I stepped in, I sat on the floor. I tossed the porridge aside, as I only made my share so that he wouldn't be worried.

I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen for a minute or two. Too zoned out to actually go on it. Though I snapped out of my trance quickly.

Even if I shouldn't, I pulled up Bakugo's contact and stared at his number, wanting to text him badly, since it's easier than talking.

And against everything in me saying not to, I began to text.

Me
Hey Bakugo

Bakubro🧡
Why are you texting me?

Me
Since it's easier than talking to you

Bakubro🧡
No I mean, there's nothing to talk about so why are you texting me.

Me
I just wanted to speak to you...

Bakubro🧡
Well about what.

Me
I don't know, I just wanna have a conversation with you.

Bakubro🧡
Well choose something to talk about or I'm turning my phone off.

Me
Fine. I wanted to know if you're still mad at me.

Bakubro🧡
Then why didn't you say that in the first place. And yes, I'm mad you lied to me.

I'm mad that you're gay, and that you like me. And that you don't speak to me about this shit.

We was friends. Why did you think you couldn't tell me??

Me
Because I was scared that you would hate me. You literally told me multiple times that if I was gay you would beat the shit out of me. And you did. Thanks to you, I have a massive bruise on my face that really hurts and my stomach is fucking purple.