KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 1

Bakugo

(Author's note: This book contains triggering topics and deals with things such as depress!on, self h@rm, su!c!de attempt, and a tiny mention of r@pe. If these trigger you, please DO NOT read. Thank you!

Also, some of the tactics used to help in this story should never be used in real life. This is fiction, and not advice from a professional. It just shows what could go wrong from trying to help someone in the wrong way and shows that not everyone is perfect when trying to help.

-ziakalar)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I slowly rouse from my sleep, lifting my arm and slamming my hand down on my alarm and yawning as the beeping stopped.

Sunlight filtered through my window, telling me it was morning. My alarm clock going off also told me that it was, indeed, 6:00 in the morning.

I sat up in my bed and stretched my muscles before dragging myself out the heat coma I was just in. I shivered from the cold as I padded, barefoot, into my bathroom and shut the door.

My eyes gazed over at the disassembled razor hidden underneath my soap as I went pee. It wasn't a very good hiding spot for it, but my parents never came into my bathroom, so I didn't need to worry about it too much.

When I was done peeing and washing my hands (because you should wash your hands every time you use the bathroom), I closed the lid of the toilet, sat down, grabbed the sharp, gleaming piece of metal, and rolled up my shorts.

I undid my bandages from the day before and scanned over the scars on my upper thighs. The bleeding had stopped from my cuts the day before, but they were going to leave permanent scars.

Like all the other cuts I had made.

The deep scars crafted into the word 'WEAK' glared at me as I made my daily 4 cuts and put the razor back in its original spot. After my daily bathroom routine, I wrapped up my legs and left the bathroom to get ready for my morning jog.

Today was school, but I usually ate my breakfast (that is, if I wanted breakfast), then went for my jog and went to school. I had to stay at the top of the leader board if I was still going to be captain of the football team.

I got dressed in a hoodie and jeans, did my morning stretches, then left the safety and comfort of my room to encounter the real world.

The first thing I was met by was my mom, who was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"'Morning, Katsuki," she said.

"'Sup," I said flatly, going over to the front door and slipping my shoes onto my feet.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"Running," I said, putting my other shoe on.

"What about breakfast? You haven't even eaten yet," she said.

"I'll eat when I come back," I told her, opening the door.

"Katsuki, you never come back!" she yelled, but I was already gone.

I began jogging down the street, my body going on autopilot because I took the same route every time I went running.

I'll just go 2 miles, come back, grab my things for school, then leave, I thought as I jogged. Besides, it shouldn't take that long.

Kirishima

Bright and early at 6:30, my alarm went off, but I was already awake. I leapt from my bed, used the bathroom, then got dressed in some casual clothes. I usually woke up at 6:45, but I decided to start waking up earlier, because a cute boy from my school would always jog down my street, and I enjoyed watching him.