KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 7

Bakugo

I woke up by someone shaking my shoulder violently, so I slapped their hand away and rolled over so they would stop bothering me.

"Bakugo I needa talk to you it's urgent," a familiar voice said, beginning to shake my shoulder again.

"What the f*** do you want...?" I mumbled, forcing my eyes open and looking at the very embarrassed and disheveled looking red-head.

"L-listen this is like super embarrassing and stuff but I just need to tell somebody," he said, stumbling over his words because he was speaking so fast. "I-I had a dream about us and we were f******."

It took me a moment to process what he had just said. When it finally clicked in my brain, my face immediately turned bright red and I yelled, "HUH?!?" while jerking up into a sitting position.

"I-I just needed to tell somebody because it was-" he started.

"Do you f****** like me?" I asked, my blush not wanting to go away as I backed myself into the corner of my bed.

"No!" He said. Then he scratched the back of his neck and mumbled, "I dunno... it was just some weird dream but it felt super real... I just wanted to tell somebody 'cause my hands won't stop shaking..."

He lifted his hands to show me, which were trembling uncontrollably. My blush slowly started to fade away. It wasn't his fault he had some retarded dream about me... he just told me that because he wanted someone to comfort him...

F***, it's only the third day here and I'm already getting soft... I thought. 

"I don't think you want me f****** touching you after a dream like that," I said, scooting myself towards the edge of the bed and dropping my legs off the side so I could stand up. "Doing that could trigger a panic attack or some sh**. C'mon."

I led him into the bathroom, where I ordered him to wash his face and I showed him some breathing techniques I used sometimes for my 'anger management classes'.

That was a lie. They were breathing techniques I used to help calm me down when I was going crazy with my cutting.

We were just sitting in silence on opposite sides of the room after we left the bathroom, staring at each other. I wanted to go to sleep but I wasn't tired anymore. I didn't think Kirishima was, either.

"Listen, I'm sh** at this emotional support crap, but do you wanna talk about it?" I asked. "I heard that makes people feel better, sometimes..."

He shrugged slightly. "I dunno, it's embarrassing... I don't know why I even dreamed of something like that..."

"I mean if you don't wanna tell me that's fine; I don't get why people say it makes you feel better," I said, leaning against the wall. "Personally, not telling people my issues makes me feel better..."

After a little while in silence, he finally told me about his dream. No wonder his hands had been shaking. That sounded like a horrible thing to go through, let alone dream about.

"Well, at least it was someone you knew," I said. "And not some stranger. I heard people get trauma from getting raped by random people..."

"You say that like you've experienced it," he said, giving me a concerned look.

"You don't know about Pink Hair?" I questioned him. "There's a reason she doesn't have a boyfriend or none of that sh**." 

His eyes widened. "No, she never told me... wait, she was...?"

I crossed my arms. "Yeah, it happened about 2 years ago. It was a bit hard on her for a while, but she's mostly recovered now. She's doing a lot better, but she still refuses to get a boyfriend."