KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 11

Kirishima

I paced the small cabin room while I waited for Bakugo to get done bandaging himself up. Usually, Sero was a pretty chill guy. What had happened that made him go off like that and try to pick a fight?

I also didn't know very much about what was happening to Bakugo's upper legs. He felt physical pain whenever I touched them, and he looked hurt when Sero kicked them. But other than that, I didn't know why they were bleeding, let alone why they hurt in the first place.

He broke down when I asked if he was depressed... but after that, he just put up his stupid walls again. 

I wanted to know what was going on...

No. I needed to know what was going on.

I made a plan in my head. When Bakugo opened that door, I was going to ask him about it until he told me. And I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Bakugo

I finally finished bandaging up my legs, put the bandages away, then pulled up my jeans. Maybe today could be a normal day for once... 

That thought immediately flew from my mind when I opened the door. Kirishima was standing in front of the cabin exit, tapping his foot with his arms crossed.

"What the he** are you doing, Sh**** hair?" I asked, a bit wary as I stepped out of the bathroom.

"Why did that kick make you bleed?" He asked. 

"He kicked me pretty hard," I found myself lying. 

"Bakugo," he said, and the first tone of anger I had ever heard him muster entered his voice. "Stop beating around the bush and tell me what's going on."

I stayed silent. Why was he so interested in what went on in my personal life? He didn't even know who I was until a few days ago. Sure, he liked me, but I never gave him permission to ask questions like these. We weren't even boyfriends!

He started coming towards me, and I backed up, panic surging into me, making my chest tight and making it harder to breathe. My back hit the wall and I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut.

Not this again...

"Bakugo."

His voice was dangerously close; I knew he was probably right next to me.

"J-just leave me alone—" I managed, not willing to open my eyes. 

I was panicking; I didn't know what was going on. He was trying to break down my walls and I kept desperately trying to repair them. My chest felt tight; I could hardly breathe because I was so scared.

"Bakugo," he said again. It sounded like he was right in front of me.

I forced my eyes open and looked at him. He looked slightly concerned, but replacing his usual worried look was a look of seriousness.

"What's going on?" He asked again. "Does it have something to do with that depression thing? Why does it hurt you every time someone touches it?"

"J-just go—"

"I'm not taking no for an answer."

In a desperate attempt to escape, I tried to dodge to the side and sneak around him. But he framed my frail self with his arms, preventing me from going anywhere.

"What's happening..."

"Nothing is happening..." I said, avoiding his gaze and pressing my back against the wall, feeling very insecure.

"Well obviously something's happening, because if nothing was, you wouldn't be sitting here," he said. "You'd either not be in this situation at all, or you'd be shoving me away. You're obviously not doing that."

I weakly placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away, but he stubbornly didn't move. 

He let out a long, almost irritated sounding sigh and said, "Please, Bakugo... just tell me what's wrong..."

I looked at the ground, silent. I just wanted to run. Run away from Kirishima, from my problems, from my pain, from everything. I hated being trapped here, weak and helpless, looking like a complete idiot because I couldn't push someone away from me.

"P-please, just leave me alone..." I whispered, tears brimming my eyes.

My panic had started to fade, but now it was starting to come back. The more I resisted, the more Kirishima pressed me for more answers. It wasn't helping me at all.

"We can sit here all day," he said. "I'm not moving until you tell me what the f*** is going on."

I didn't respond. It's not like he needed to know, anyway.

He didn't say anything, either, he just gazed at me with stone cold eyes.

I slowly slid down the wall so my knees were flushed against my chest and I was curled up into a ball. Then I hid my face from him and wished that he would just disappear.

"Bakugo..." he sighed. "Please, just let me help..."

"You're not f****** helping anyone!" I said, raising my voice as I gathered the courage to look at him. "Just leave me the f*** alone! I don't know why you're even f****** sitting here!"

His palms pressed harshly against my cuts, and I whimpered, trying to pry his hands off.

"L-let me go-!" 

He let go, but he grabbed onto my wrists instead and forced me to look at him.

"Why does that hurt you? If nothing was wrong then it wouldn't hurt every f****** time I touched it," he said. 

I just stared at him, tears brimming my eyes because of the pain. He opened his mouth to say something, but I spoke first.

"Why do you care..."

He tilted his head slightly. "First, I really like you-"

"That doesn't f****** mean anything," I mumbled. "Just because you like me and... I-I like you, doesn't mean I have to tell you."

Kirishima cupped my face and tugged me into our 3rd kiss. I savored it for a few seconds before I slowly pulled away and turned away from him, the tears threatening to spill.

"Baku-" he started, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Are you guys done in there? Training is about to start," I heard my coach say from outside.

Kirishima let out an irritated sigh and stood up. 

"Later," he mumbled, before walking over to the door and leaving me there against the wall.

I took a shaky breath, wiped my eyes, and forced myself to my feet. Later? I didn't want to talk about this ever again.

I shuffled over to the door and went outside, only to be greeted by blasting a** heat and the coaches yelling nonsense at everyone.