KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 5

Bakugo

Blood completely covered my thighs as small sobs escaped my mouth, muffled by the sound of my shirt that I had gagged myself with. I didn't need sh**** hair to hear me crying. That would be embarrassing.

I decided that 20 cuts was enough punishment for my screw up and I shakily cleaned up my thighs and wrapped some new bandages around them. I had messed up so bad. Maybe if I just kept being mean to him he wouldn't confront me about my screw up...

I waited a while longer before venturing out of the bathroom and going back to my bed. It looked like he was asleep; that was good.

I carefully laid down and closed my eyes, fighting the urge to cry again and just trying to go to sleep. I didn't even know what time it was, but I hated every second that ticked by because it seemed like I was becoming more and more awake every time a second passed.

Instead of trying to sleep anymore, I sat up, grabbed my phone, and curled myself up and began reading an article on the best places to cut yourself. The ads that kept popping up were screaming for me to call the suicide prevention hotline, but I simply ignored them. If my mom got a call from the suicide prevention hotline at 2 in the morning telling her that her son had called, she would freak out and I would never see the light of day again.

Self consciously, I peeked over my phone at the sleeping red-head, then down at my thighs.

Weak. That's what he thinks you are now. You get scared from one little nightmare about dying? Please. You always have the urge to throw yourself off a building, so what's the difference? Why were you so scared of it?

I hugged my knees and squeezed my eyes shut. My thighs begged for more cuts, but I stopped myself from leaping up and rushing into the bathroom. I may had been depressed, but I wasn't stupid. Anymore cuts and I could run the risk of bleeding out.

F*** this, I thought, getting up and heading towards the door. I just need to take a walk and clear my head, that's all...

Kirishima

Holy crud he's leaving, I thought, panicked. Should I follow him? Should I stay here? What is he doing?!

I just silently watched as he left the cabin and quietly closed the door behind him. I was getting more and more worried about him. He was in the bathroom forever, and he wasn't even trying to sleep at all. I was starting to wonder if this was just a one time thing or if he was struggling with something.

I finally decided to stay in the cabin, but I couldn't sit still. I stood up and paced the room, lost in my own thoughts until about 20 minutes later, he came back into the cabin.

We both kind of just stopped what we were doing and stared at each other. Finally, he said, "What the f*** do you want, sh**** hair?"

"I-I was just wondering if you were okay-" I started.

"I'm fine," he spat out. "Just go back to bed, idiot."

I didn't move, showing him that I wasn't going to listen to his request. We just stared at each other for a while longer.

I couldn't actually see him; I could only see the outline of his shadow and the faint glow of his phone when it lit up from a text message.

"My f****** g** just go to bed, Kirishima," he said, walking into the cabin and closing the door behind him.

I found myself walking to my bed and sitting down. My face was burning in the slightest. He had called me by my name for the first time.

A swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach and I laid down, completely forgetting that he had just broken down in the bathroom and focusing on one thing: the fact that he called me by my name.