KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 8

Bakugo

I skipped breakfast, like usual, then went through the day doing the usual training and playing. The days were going by so fast it seemed. Before I knew it, this training camp was going to be over.

Evening fell and I trudged to mine and Kirishima's cabin with only one thought on my mind: cutting.

I didn't do any cuts this morning because of Kirishima, and my thighs ached to feel something again. I longed to see the crimson blood dripping down my thighs and I wanted to just... feel again.

My body felt so numb if I didn't cut in the morning. Sometimes, if I forgot to do it, I questioned whether or not I was real. The pain that came with cutting helped keep me grounded.

When I got into the cabin, Kirishima was in the bathroom taking a shower, which got on my nerves. I sat on my bed and tried to distract myself with my phone, but it wasn't working. My leg bounced anxiously as I waited for the red-head to come out. I fidgeted with the fabric of my jeans and stared at the door, waiting for it to open.

I got up and knocked on the door, saying, "Hurry up in there, will you?"

"Bro, you can come in! I'm not gonna kill you or something!" He responded.

"I'm not coming in while you're in there," I said. "Just hurry up."

"Okay, if you say so," he said, and a few moments later, the door opened. 

He was wrapped solely in a towel from the waist down, exposing his toned abs and his muscular arms. His hair was down and was sopping wet, but he looked cute that way. I had to tear my eyes away from him and force myself into the bathroom before I did something... stupid.

I slammed the door shut, locked it, then fumbled for my razor and pulled my jeans down. 

"F****** finally," I said under my breath, positioning the razor over a clean patch of skin.

"Hey, Bakugo! I think I forgot my gel in there, can I come in and grab it?" Kirishima said.

"Just wait your turn like everyone else, moron!" I said, trying to clear my head a little.

"Please? I'll be in and out before you know it."

"Shut up, Sex Boy."

"You're so mean..."

I flinched at the comment, but I knew it was true. I was mean to everyone. But hearing someone I actually cared about say it hurt me to the core.

I made 6 cuts, two extra than the usual to punish myself for my mean behavior, and for being such a d*** all the time. Then I cleaned myself up, wrapped up my bandages, and left the bathroom.

"Finally," he said, racing in and grabbing his gel. "Are you gonna take a shower-? Uh, Bakugo..."

"What is it now," I sighed.

"Why are there bloody tissues in the trash bin?"

I froze. I froze like a statue and I did not move. A million thoughts ran through my head and I felt light headed. 

He's gonna find out. He's gonna find out.

Breathing suddenly felt impossible. My thighs burned, but the place that burned the most was where my 'WEAK' mark was. And that's exactly what I was. Weak.

"Bloody nose," I managed to say, preparing myself for his answer. 

"Bloody nose?" He repeated. "Are you okay? That's a lot of blood for a bloody nose."