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

Coins

Yes Bakugou, thanks for reminding me, I already knew that.

TW: Cutting

(Also sorry my writing quality's decreased so much during my time of inactiveness lmfao)

-Third Person-

The doors swing open, leading to a bright and colorful arcade. Bakugou rolls his eyes, and walks in, looking around for Denki. Jirou follows behind him, not taking her eyes off her phone, and closes the doors again after a few swings of her arm. 

"So, where should we go first?" Jirou asks, turning off her phone. She looks at Bakugou, waiting for a response.

"I don't fucking know! I'm just going to sit down. You do whatever shit you want to in this place," he snaps back and stalks over to the tables. The colorful lights flash and change, casting different shades on everyone's faces. He sits down, pulling out his phone and fingering his phone case. He starts to pull it off but quickly looks around and stops. Jirou shrugs and goes over to the games, looking to steal coins from people.

"DAMN IT!" a voice yells, and small sparks fly everywhere. Jirou pushes through the worried crowd to see Denki curled on the floor, with tickets in his hand, and Kirishima looking down worriedly at him.

"Denki, what the hell!" Jirou says angrily and pulls him up off the floor, Kirishima backing up. "What was that for?" she asks, pulling the tickets from Denki's hand and pocketing them. She looks at Kirishima with a raised eyebrow, as if asking why he didn't help, and he smiles sheepishly and crosses his arms embarrassedly.

"I almost won it! Almost! I was this close!" Denki says petulantly and holds his fingers close together, blowing away his golden hair from his eye. Mina slowly walks away, shaking her head as to pretend she doesn't know the person. Jirou rolls her eyes, and helps him up, not so much helping as pulling him up harshly in her anger. "OW! What was that for?" he whines and pulls his arm away, dramatically caressing it in pain. 

"Shut up Denki. Just- go play more games. No, you know what? Go sit your ass at a table and don't talk for the rest of the time here," Jirou says and walks away. She sidles over to the tables, looking for the trademark spiky blonde head. As she walks, she strains her eyes to see past the glaring lights, but she still can't see anyone. As she reaches the last table, she notices a black phone case laying on the (insert arcade table material here) and picks it up.

"Hmm, this must be Bakugou's." she takes the phone case and looks closer at it. A shallow rectangular dent is in the phone case, and she pockets the phone case in confusion. "What part of a phone leaves a dent like that..?" she thinks and shakes her head to clear her thoughts. She walks back to the game Denki last was, inserts a coin, and starts to play.

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-Bakugou POV :'D-

The restroom door slams shut as I pull out the knife I stowed in my phone case from my pocket. The steel shines pleasantly in the dim lighting, and I almost smile before stopping. 

"You didn't come here to just look at a fucking knife."  I think and roll my eyes. I start to set the knife on my skin, but quickly look around to make sure no one's in here. Luckily, no one is. I walk past a few stalls before choosing one with an adequate lock, and walk inside. "This is a good spot."  I twirl the knife around a few times, enjoying the look of it before setting it on my skin again. I start to count, admiring the paths of blood forming mazes on my arm before dripping onto the floor with a satisfying {insert blood sound here}. 

Let's start to count. Remember, number, then reason!

1, for being a monster.

2, for being so weak I have to do this in the first place.