Tears

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-Bakugou POV-

I wake up to All Might looking over me. 

"Holy- what the hell, All Might?!" I yell, sitting up as fast as I can and brushing my sleeves to get rid of the dust. All Might smiles sheepishly and starts to walk away.

"You fell asleep during class. Go to English, everyone already left," he says before leaving the gym. I grumble but start to get up anyway. Before leaving, I grab my bottle and hold it tightly. The wine sloshes inside the bottle, making me feel a bit dizzy. I try to start walking, but almost trip. God, this is going to be tough. I stumble my way out of the gym before feeling inexplicably happy for some weird reason. I skip down the halls and wave to people while smiling happily. They look super surprised, but I don't care. I clutch my bottle tightly, stopping for a bit whenever I start to feel dizzy.

I reach the classroom and swing open the door. The mic dude is yelling about verb conjugations and other shit, but he doesn't turn to tell me off. The class immediately turns silent, waiting for a possible insult. I smile brightly and wave.

"Hi, sorry I'm late!" I say and walk to my chair. I almost fall again(damnn how much did you drink) but I stop myself and sit down. Almost everyone gasps and people immediately group to whisper. I shrug and set my head down on the desk. Jirou looks at me weirdly, like she can't believe what I just said, and she probably can't. I hear soft muttering and look behind me. Deku is opening and closing his mouth in shock. I smile brightly before turning around again. 

"What the fuck?" I hear Hagakure whisper to herself and she turns around to look at me, based on the way her uniform moves. I wave and she quickly turns back around again. 

"Kacchan, why do you look so red?" Deku pats his pencil on my back and waits for a response. I wipe my forehead because I feel sweaty. Why is it so hot in here?

"I dunno. It feels really hot in here. Don't you think it's hot?" I ask while tapping my foot on the floor. I take off my jacket and sling it on my chair, all while smiling brightly. Deku looks weirded out, so I turn back around and stick my earphones in. I always keep them in my desk whenever I feel bored,  and no one's noticed, yet. I put on a random song and slide down into my seat. I watch the mic dude yell and write stuff on the board even though I don't hear anything. It goes on like this for about half an hour. As I'm writing on the worksheet he handed out for us to work on, I suddenly feel really nauseous. 

"Um... sir? Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask, not waiting for a response before bolting out the door. 

"I- wait!" I hear him yell before his voice fades away and I'm running in silence, except for the music. People look weirdly at me and move away like I'm a bomb that's going to blow off at any moment. No doubt some loser like Mineta posted about my behavior on Instagram. I wave at everyone and run faster. I need to get to the restroom. I turn the corner and push open the door. No one is in there. I walk into the stall, almost tripping for the 100th time that day. I close the door and stand over the toilet, panting for a few moments. I try to ease my nausea down, but it doesn't work. 

*Idrk how to write a throwing up scene so after that ;D*

I cough violently and wipe my mouth. I flush the toilet and exit the stall to wash my mouth. I turn the sink on and watch the clear water flow into the drain for a few moments before washing my mouth out. After, I turn the sink off and watch the waterfall of water slowly trickle into a stream of staggered drops, and then stop. Suddenly, I start crying and can't stop. Warm liquid flows down my cheeks, and wiping it away doesn't help. More just comes. I sink onto the bathroom floor and curl up into a ball. I hate this. I hate myself, I hate my life. God, why can't it just end? I thought the alcohol and cutting would cheer me up, but it hasn't. I still feel like shit. No, I am a piece of shit.

Finally, after some time of sobbing and shouting my head off, I stop crying. I get up and dust myself off, then try to dry my face with my sleeve. Surprisedly, no one heard me, but they wouldn't care even if they did. I start to walk towards the door but stop myself. I still feel sad, but I don't want to finish my bottle of wine if it'll make me like this again. I feel dejected and start to trudge out of the bathroom when I remember. My phone case! I hid a knife in there for purposes like this! I feel a genuine smile coming to my face and eagerly rip the case off my phone. Sure enough, a small knife is there, shiny and sharp, ready to slice through my skin. I pick it up and twirl it around in my fingers. Then, I set it on my skin.

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