Sweet Scent (Depressed Bakugou) NEXT CHAPTERS ON ANOTHER ACC!!

Blood

So cute 🥺

-Bakugou POV-

I open the door and hear bells tinkling. The shopkeeper looks up at me and waves. There's only one other person here, and he's way older than me, so I just look for what I need. As I walk through the aisles, I look for any knives or something else that will calm me down. 

"I should find a backup calming method..." I think and pull out my phone. I open up Google, and start to search up "things to calm me down" when I see an ad for alcohol. I wonder if alcohol would calm me down? When my mother goes out she always comes back drunk, but she doesn't yell at me as much. She doesn't hit me as much either. I smile and slowly pocket my phone. I bet this place has some alcohol, somewhere. 

I finally find a 10-pack of small knives that can be hidden in my phone case. I grab those and then start to search for the alcohol. I walk past aisles of weird shit until I get to the last aisle of the store.

"Finally," I breathe and grab a few bottles. I don't bother to look at what type it is, I just want to get out of here. I walk up to the shopkeeper, who chuckles at my purchases.

"Kid, I know you might be feeling down about that debris shit, but that doesn't mean you can buy alcohol," he says with a sneer and points to the return aisle. As if he actually cares! "Great, the whole world knows..." I sigh and thrust my hand out. He checks out the knives and hands them to my open hand. 

"I'm getting this for my father," I lie and pocket the knives hurriedly. He looks unconvinced and drums his fingers on the counter. 

"ID?" he asks simply before leaning back onto the wall. I freeze. I forgot you needed an ID to buy alcohol! Shit, I should've gone home or nicked someone's ID. I look around wildly before I see the person who was here before leaving. Suddenly, an idea comes to me.

"Dad! Hey, dad!" I yell and run up to the stranger.

"Wha-what the- who are you?" he asks and pushes me away. I take a deep breath and start to calm myself. What I'm doing is probably illegal, but I don't care.

"I...uh... sort of forgot my father's ID, so could I borrow yours?" I ask and cross my arms. The shopkeeper probably knows who I am, based on his statement, but he doesn't know my parents(pretend Masaru isn't a well-known fashion designer). He looks annoyed at me, but he seems to believe it. He hands me his ID and I bow a little. 

"Thanks!" I say and start to run back to the shopkeeper. He looks more surprised at my respect towards him than me asking him for his ID. Probably everyone thinks... no, knows... that I'm a villain and don't respect anyone. I hand the ID to the shopkeeper who rolls his eyes and hands me the alcohol. He starts to say something, but I turn around and flip him off. I ignore his angry gasps and throw the used ID to the person I stole it from. I almost skip back to the dorms because I'm so happy. I'll never feel sad again! 

I walk into the (green as fuck) common area, making sure my purchases are covered. Ponytail and Four Eyes are attempting to make soba for dinner, and it doesn't look like it's going well. I bet I could cook at least 20 times better than them. It doesn't matter though. No one would want anything to do with things I've touched unless they got a gun to their head. 

"Bakugou, why are your arms wrapped up? And why do you have 2 bottles?" Pikachu asks, ignoring the glares from everybody else(except the Bakusquad cause yes :D). 

"Uh... why the fuck would you wanna know?" I sneer and roll my eyes. He shrinks back and looks towards Shitty Hair for support. Before Shitty Hair says anything though, Kermit butts in with her "sunny" outlook on everything.

"Guys, just stop it. He won't answer you anyway. That's why he's a villain!" she laughs and Round Face hugs her with a look of glee on her face. I take this as my cue to go to my room, so I start to walk up the stairs without looking at anyone else. I hear Four Eyes laughing and Ponytail berating him, and Icyhot chimes in with his view.

"What a monster. This is why I hate him."

I hear laughter from almost everyone in the class and Earphone Jackass yelling at them to shut up, but I don't care. I wipe the liquid starting to fall from my eyes and push open the door to my dorm room. It's decorated simply, with a few custom lights on the walls, but that's it. I set the alcohol on my desk and open the left drawer. Inside is my first aid kit and pieces of paper for drawing. I usually draw... people. People with masks, people smiling, people crying... and people dying. 

Trigger Warning from here? Self-harm

"I should probably wrap this up... but..." I mutter as I rip open the package of knives. I take the largest, sharpest one and throw the rest into the left drawer. I don't feel calm at all, and I liked that feeling. I rip off the stained cloth and move the trembling knife towards my arm. The cuts have started to heal, and my skin has some color, but I hate it. It looks horrible. It needs more. 

I slice the knife through my skin, leaving a trail of blood, both on the knife and my arm. I want to stop, I know it's unhealthy, but it feels... so... good. I take the knife with me into the small bathroom in my room and hold my arm above the sink. I cut and cut until I feel really dizzy, like I'm going to pass out at any moment. I slowly wash the blood from the serrated edge of the knife and wash it out of the sink. I take a towel and clean the bloody water from the counter, then steady myself. My vision is turning gray, but I wanted to test out the alcohol. I slowly walk out of the bathroom and towards my desk. I'll just take a little. Just a little-