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

Sunlight

This will have self harm

-Bakugou POV-

I slice the blade through my waiting skin, not feeling any- no... savoring the pain. I tremble slightly bringing the knife to my arm, but it doesn't, not hesitating to cut straight through my skin. The blood flows down my arm with a feathery touch, then drips onto the floor making soft pattering sounds on contact. I cut and cut, feeling happier with each sliding motion my hand does. It's almost an art. I wish I had known about this earlier. It helps me so so much.

I feel tears of joy coming to my eyes, and I wipe them away. I cover almost every inch of skin up until the lower portion of my forearm, and I'm about to cut more when I hear the grandfather clock chime signaling the start of the next period.

"Shit," I whisper to myself and quickly start to wipe off the blood on both the knife and my arms with my fingers. I hurriedly run to the sink and wash the knife with cold water and run my arms under there too. It stings like hell, but at least it's clean. I wonder how I'm going to hide these. "Wait, I'm such an idiot," I think and chuckle softly. I can just put my jacket on. I look for it in the restroom before remembering. I left it in the classroom! This isn't good, at all. I shove my hands in my pockets in frustration and immediately pay the price. Ignoring the now painful stinging, I try to look for something that will help me. I look at my pockets and my eyes start to widen. I didn't cut high enough for the cuts to be visible from my pockets! I can just jam my hands in there and try not to look suspicious!

I feel a smile returning to my face and I place my hands in my pockets. The blood starts to creep out of the wounds and stain the fabric a little, but it's not that visible. Hopefully, no one will notice. I slouch a little so people will notice my upper body more and walk out of the restroom. Some people are rushing around with textbooks because they're (and I'm) probably very late for the next period, but each one takes the time to glare at me. I roll my eyes and return the hard glare while walking to the classroom, dragging my feet to slow time down as much as possible.

When I reach the large door, I throw it open causing a loud slam, immediately shoving my hands in my pockets. I inwardly cringe at myself, because now everyone's attention is on me.

"What," I say hardly and walk quickly towards my desk. I immediately take my jacket and slip it on, hoping no one noticed the brief moment my hands were uncovered. I hear a soft gasp from beside me and chance a look that way. Jirou is looking at me with eyes that are starting to turn shiny. She looks angry and upset at the same time. I glare at her with such intensity that she turns away and keeps listening to Ectoplasm droning on and on about weird shit. I'm about to put my earbuds in when I remember I didn't put any bandages on the cuts. It's just going to bleed out. I quickly try to rip off some fabric without getting noticed, but Deku starts to make weird noises behind me so I only manage to get a little. I try to wrap that around the wounds as best as I can and sigh. I'm already feeling a little lightheaded. I lay my head on the desk and try to stop the fuzziness in my vision from closing in. It doesn't work. Everything goes black. (dis boi needs some serious help, like right now)

-Quick Third Person POV-

The class is quiet except for the loud and monotone voice of Ectoplasm talking about formulas and calculations. Sunlight filters in through the half-closed windows, creating a pale orange glow across the classroom, lighting everyone's faces and worksheets. People twirl their pencils around in their fingers, and some people listen to the birds chirping outside. Jirou and Hagakure talk quietly to each other, presumably something to do with schoolwork based on the tapping of their worksheets, and the class has bundled up into groups to discuss the work while Ectoplasm stands lazily next to the blackboard. Everything is calm.

Jirou looks over at Bakugou's desk, possibly to ask something from him, even though the blonde was unusually quiet after laying his head on the desk.

"Bakugou, hello?" Jirou shakes his arm and withdraws it like something's about to bite her. There's no movement from Bakugou, and even Hagakure twists around to see what's happening. "Bakugou, hey, Bakugou!" she says louder and louder while shaking his arm. "Why is he this pale?" she thinks worriedly and stops shaking him. Suddenly, there's a loud dripping noise. It starts slowly and starts to become faster.

"Uh... anyone drop a water bottle in here?" Denki asks, hearing the noise and shrugging. Sato looks at him with a confused expression and shakes his head. Everyone gives a response in the negatory, from Shoji to Aoyama to Deku. Even Koda shakes his head aggressively. People wonder what the sound was, but they all get back to work. There's suddenly a soft noise, a tap, and rustling as if someone clapped their hand over their mouth. Everyone dismisses it and a gradual cloud of chatter breaks over the class again, except for two people. Denki immediately walks over to Jirou to inspect what happened, and Jirou - the person who caused the alarm - points to Bakugou's arm, hanging down near the chair.

Denki takes a close look and almost gasps. Blood is slowly dripping from the edge of the jacket sleeve onto the floor, creating a small puddle of blood on the floor. He whips his head around and glares at a peeking Hagakure so hard that her uniform immediately twists around with a squeak. Just then, the bell chimes that school is over(pretend they did all their classes). Ectoplasm opens the door and leaves, and everyone files out except for Denki, Jirou, and Bakugou.