| Count | Sad Bakugou |

Count- Lottie Hartnack

Trigger warning: This fanfic has mentions of suicide and starvation. And cringe.

Also, I'm sorry if the song did not load. It's not there for me. Also, again, this fic has an over usage of bold and italics.

He wears: long sleeves, baggy clothes, keeps his eyes locked on the ground.

Katsuki Bakugou felt eyes on him. Those eyes held with anger, toward the ash-blond.

Hides his face, no one knows that his world is falling down.

Everything starts to shatter. His heart. His sight. His hearing. His mental health.

Once king bee, but then his crown fell,

They found out about the past. The past is the past, but to them, it's always going to be the present.

He had no enemies, but himself...

Heroes are the saviors. Villains are the opposite. Katsuki is in between

Come to lunch and you'll find him sitting in a bathroom stall.

The restroom became a crying and starving room for the blonde.

He's dancing on the edge, he's scared he's gonna fall.

Why am I afraid? Isn't this what I want? Katsuki thought while looking down at the environment beneath his feet.

He's clinging on now, but tiring everyday.

The blonde woke from his nightmare, hands grasping tightly on the sheet but still shaking.

Wondering what it would be like to take his hands away.

Katsuki looked at his palms. His cold, pale hands looked like they were going to break if they touched anything.

So he counts.

Counting like he did in his early steps of childhood.

Five seconds, breathe it through, then you'll start to count again.

Breathing is just wasting oxygen to Katsuki. The ash-blond believes he doesn't deserve it.

Four seconds, count the reasons why today is not the end.

Reason number one:

Three seconds, breath.

Breathe rapidly and incorrectly is more like it.

Two seconds, doubt.

That the blond is going to be forgiven.

The last second filled with pain, "Don't you dare give up now!"

Katsuki looked around at a fast speed only to realize that the voice was a hallucination.

Five seconds, breathe it through, then you'll start to count again.

The boy started getting his concentration back.