KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 16

Bakugo

I slowly roused awake to the sound of hushed voices speaking. Yawning with my eyes still closed, I felt around for Kirishima's body, because I felt cold without him. I only opened my eyes when I didn't feel him.

I sat up, opening my eyes and squinting them against the faint light streaming through the window. Kirishima was pacing the room, running his hand through his ruby hair and talking to someone on his phone. He looked exhausted.

We made eye contact and he frowned a little before leaving the cabin.

He's talking about you. He doesn't want you to hear his conversation. He hates you. He wants to leave. 

I stared at the door, feeling the familiar urge to grasp a specific small piece of metal and run it across my pale skin.

The only problem was, where did he put it?

I slid myself out from under the covers and waddled over to my side of the room to grab my phone. I felt cold without the sheets on top of me, but I would just have to push through it.

I turned on my phone and the bright screen lit up the room.

5:17. Who is Kirishima calling at 5 o'clock in the morning?

I yawned again and shuffled into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I checked in the trash can, and after digging through it for a moment, I found my razor blade. 

I sighed in relief, sat down on the toilet, and rolled up my jeans. My cuts from 2 days ago had mostly healed, but they were still red.

I adjusted my sweaty grip on the piece of metal as I stared at my thighs. Usually I would do 4 cuts, but after skipping for a day, that would be... 8? Maybe more?

As I began dragging the piece of metal along my bare skin, that stupid voice entered my head again, telling me how worthless I was and how much I was hurting Kirishima by being near him.

4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9... The cuts kept coming, covering my thighs in a beautiful crimson red.

10. 11. 12. 13... I couldn't stop. My hand clutched the piece of metal and my thin, neat cuts began to turn into sloppy, jagged cuts. All I could think was more, more. This isn't enough. You deserve more pain.

Finally, I caught some sort of control over myself when I heard Kirishima come back into the cabin, and I slowed to a stop, tears stinging my eyes. Hesitantly, I counted the fresh wounds I had just made on my body. 

24... 

That's how many I would usually make in 6 days...

A knock on the door startled me, and Kirishima's tired voice flooded my ears. "Hey, Bakugo...? I needa talk to you for a minute..."

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice gruff.

I started to panic as I looked back down at my thighs. How could I bandage them up quick enough to not raise any suspicion from Kirishima?

I grabbed some bandages and wrapped my thighs with twice as much bandaging as I would usually wear. That was a lot of cuts, if I wasn't careful, they could bleed through...

I quickly hid my razor in a different spot, next to the toilet underneath the trash can. I pulled my pants back up, unlocked the door, then stepped out to face Kirishima.

The lights were on, and he was standing over his bed, stuffing clothes into a duffle bag. Wait...

Was he packing?