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

Realization

-Third Person-

Jirou frantically asks "What do we do?" to an equally horrified Denki, who's shaking his head in shock. He rolls up Bakugou's jacket sleeve carefully, so as to not wake him up, and tears come to his eyes.

"I thought it might have been an accident, but this was on purpose...!" he cries and starts to wipe away the blood leaking from the uniform cuts, cut neatly and carefully. His hands become bloody immediately and he wipes them on his teal baggy sweats, frantically looking around the room for something of use.

"I'll call Aizawa Sens-" Jirou trails off with an intense look from Denki. She tilts her head in confusion and lifts her hands as if to ask why.

"Well... I don't think he wants anyone to know, and we should honor that. We can at least tell Kiri, Sero, and Mina I think," he says quickly but thoughtfully, still cleaning off the blood. "Can you go to Recovery Girl and get some bandages?" Jirou nods and runs out of the room, and Denki tries to rouse Bakugou. "He's not waking up, did he lose too much blood?" he thinks worriedly and rips off strips of his sleeves to staunch the flow of blood at least a little bit. He finds a leftover bottle on the floor near Hagakure's desk and is about to unscrew the cap when Jirou rushes in.

"I got.... the ban...dages," she huffs and starts to wrap them around Bakugou's arms, stopping the blood flow and preventing him from losing any more. Denki smiles and shakily unscrews the cap. He peers inside the bottle at the maroon liquid sloshing around inside.

"Eh... what? Why is it red?" he asks with a shocked face. "I thought it was water!" He tries to catch the scent of the liquid and smells the inside of the bottle. "It smells fruity..."

"Could it be Bakugou's?"

"Probably, but what is it?"

"Well... we should think about how weirdly happy Bakugou was and how he looked super nauseous, and he's having trouble walking straight and has coordination problems, he was also red and sweaty... wait..." Jirou's eyes widen and her hands start to shake. Denki looks confused and is about to google it when a wave of realization comes over him. 

"Bakugou... drinks?" he whispers and fresh tears roll down his cheeks. He looks at the now peaceful-looking Bakugou in a whole new light and feels horrible about himself. "Why didn't we notice this before?" he asks himself and wipes away the liquid starting to fall from his face. Denki pours some of the alcohol on Bakugou's face and he immediately starts to splutter.

"Dunce Face? EJA?" he says confusedly before getting angry, and he grabs the bottle from Denki. "Why the fuck do you have this-"

"Stop," Jirou says hardly and Bakugou stops purely because of his surprise. Denki looks shocked as well for a second and then looks fierce as well. Bakugou looks between the two of them, wondering how he got himself into this mess.

"Bakugou, we know you drink, and we know you cut. And we're asking, no, demanding you to give us your knives and bottles as soon as we get to the fucking dorm, ok? And, we're telling Sero, Kiri, and Mina because they deserve to know!" Jirou bursts out in the angriest tone she's used in a while. Denki nods furiously and Bakugou's head starts to droop. He starts to protest when an angry Denki grabs his arm.

"Don't even. We want to help you Bakugou," he says sadly and lets go of his arm. Bakugou pulls it back and starts to rub it furiously.

"Fine, but tell no one else about this shit, ok? No one!" Bakugou hisses and starts to get up from his desk. He almost trips but Jirou and Denki support him. They walk out of the classroom together and out of the campus.

-Bakugou POV-

I feel like an idiot, walking while being helped by these two. God, I'm such a fool. I should've properly wrapped my cuts, then no one would've known. I can't give them my knives and bottles. Those are the only things that make me truly happy. No one, not even my so-called "friends" like me. I bet they're just faking and will start to treat me like the others eventually. As they should. We reach the dorms in a few minutes and I pull away from the other two who look annoyed.

"Oh, shut up," I snap and pull open the door with such force that everyone hanging out in the common room looks up at me. Uraraka sneers and Todoroki turns away with an angry look on his face. I see a tank top and shorts start to walk up to me, so it must be Hagakure wanting to trip me or something. Right as she's about to slap me, I push her so she falls on the floor.

"Ow!" she cries and pretends to be really hurt, laying on the floor clutching her ankle. Most of the class - except the two behind me and Kiri, Sero, and Mina - rush to her aid. Tsuyu yells some weird things at me, Uraraka yells what she normally yells, and everyone else helps Hagakure up while taunting and yelling at me as well.

"C'mon Bakugou, let's go up to your dorm," Jirou says and pushes me to start walking. I roll my eyes and walk up the stairs. I hear protesting and yelling as I expect Jirou and Denki are grabbing and pulling Kiri, Sero, and Mina up to my dorm as well. I open the door and quickly stash my full bottle in the closet, and shut my drawer just as Jirou and the others come in.

"Jirouuuu, why are we hereeeee," Mina whines and flops onto my bed dramatically. Denki is holding a cup of water which he sets on my desk, and pushes it towards me.

"Hey Bakubro!" Kirishima says with a smile and waves happily.

"Shut up, Shitty Hair," I say, causing him to back down a little but he immediately bounces back to his annoyingly cheerful self.

"Ok. Denki and I are gonna tell you all why we're here," Jirou says with authority and nods to Denki.

"Damn, Denki actually was smart enough to know shit before us," Mina whispers to Sero and they both giggle. 

"Aw, cmon! Shut up!" Denki yells pettily before recomposing himself. "So, Bakugou... wanna tell them all why we're here, or should I?" he says, crossing his arms and sitting on the desk.

I gulp.