Cry a little to be fine ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 5: shit sandwich

Katsuki Bakugo

Class passed surprisingly quickly, and as I was walking towards the door I heard Aizawa call me over again. Rolling my eyes, I approached him. Todoroki also lingered in the room, and it was painfully obvious that they'd spoken to each other.

"So Bakugo...Todoroki tells me that you didn't keep down any food last night or this morning. I'm afraid that it you aren't able to start eating more soon then I'll be forced to refer you to a specialist-"

"Why? Why do I need to go to some fucking specialist when it's you two that seem to think there's something wrong here. Nothing has changed! And I haven't eaten less than I have been for the last ten years! Aka, I'M FUCKING FINE!"

"....Bakugo, ten years?" Todoroki said, and I just scoffed. Aizawa and him exchanged a glance, and the elder said "who do you live with, Katsuki...?"

".....my adopted parents"

"I see...how are they with you? Do they ever....hit you? Call you things? How often do they feed you?"

"They.....they hit me often, they call me lots of things, and I eat once a day...?" I said nonchalantly. After all, it was normal.

Both of them were staring wide eyed at each other, then at me. I just said "what?", genuinely confused over their confusion.

"U-um, how often exactly?" Aizawa said, getting a notepad.

"Once a day, usually the same time....is this fucking important?"

"Yes, it's...effing important! Bakugo, we need to contact the police immedi-"

"NO!" I screamed out. Not rule number one, can't break rule number one...

"...why not, Bakugo?" Todoroki probed, and I shot him a glare.

"Because that's breaking rule number one...never break rule number one..."

They exchanged another worried glance, before Todoroki whispered something in his ear. Aizawa nodded, and said "....ok, no police. Just please stay with Todoroki for now, ok?"

"Fucking fine. As long as this prick stays out of my way when I say so, there's no problems."

Aizawa just nodded with a deep sigh. Todoroki and I left the classroom, and headed off to the canteen. There'd only be stupidly bad food left by now, and sure enough, a "cheese savoury" sandwich awaited me. It looked like cat puke in bread, but I picked it up anyway. This asshole would never leave me alone if I didn't show him that I ate at least once a day.

As expected, he sat with me as we ate. He was relatively quiet, and seemed to be thinking about something as he watched me. I got sick of it, and explained my eating habits to him.

"Hey, asshole? Lunch doesn't make me sick, just everything else, got it? This was my daily meal..."

"...right..." he said simply, before silently watching me again.

"So...you can stop fucking looking at me now..."

"...right..." still staring

"Um....the fuck? Some kind of perverted split-personality thing?"

"...right..."

"Ok, weirdo. You're actually freaking me out now.."

"...right..."

I waved my hand in front of his face, and his eyes never left me. I got a little brave and rubbed a finger on his face, before pulling his bottom lip. Suddenly, and scaring the shit out of me, he made a big dramatic movement as if he was going to bite my finger. I hastily pulled it back, and he chuckled a little.

"You fucker!"

"Sorry, just a little fun.." he said, resuming his neutral face. He was a strange one, that was undeniable. Never really spoke to anyone, but seemed surprisingly comfortable when he did. Consistently high grades, never spoke out of turn, your typical goody-two-shoes...but also cross quiet-kid? He seemed the type to help an old lady cross the street, while listening to punk rock through his earphones.

It was soon time for class again, and Aizawa never stopped glancing at me and Todoroki for the whole lesson. I just glared back at him when he did. Who was he to tell me that I wasn't ok?

Todoroki walked all the way back to the dorms with me, and invited himself in after changing in his own room. I sat on the couch watching tv, having finally figured out the remote. He went straight into my bathroom, which was odd, given he'd just come out of his own room, so why wouldn't he go there?

My question was answered when he came back out holding...my razor. There was also another in his hand, which meant he'd found my spare one hidden behind the toilet.

"Bakugo...why is there dried blood on this...?"

"....cut myself while shaving once. So what?"

"....can I see your arms, please?"

Shit, he didn't believe me...

"...why?"

"You know why, Bakugo..."

"......ok"

I knew there was no point in arguing with him, it would only make both of us angrier. I stood up and slid my shirt over my head. Looking down at my body, I saw purple bruises all over my torso, a couple of faint scars from ages ago here and there, but most prominent was my left arm. Littered with little marks, there was barely a patch of clear skin left on it.

Todoroki made no noise, just holding my hand in the air gently as he examined my arm

"...when was the last time..?" he finally said. I answered truthfully, saying "two days ago..."

He sighed, letting my hand go. He passed me back my shirt, and said "I...I don't need to ask to see your legs, right?"

"No, they're clean. 100%."

"...ok....Jesus fuck Bakugo, why...?"

He seemed so...concerned. Like it was the only thing that matter to him right now. His eyes pleaded for the truth, and I couldn't help but give it to him, feeling strangely disappointed that I'd upset him.

"...because they told me this was how to show love....so I showed myself a lot of love...were they wrong? Am I...am I wrong?"

".....you're so fucking thin, my god....yes, Bakugo. It's wrong that hurting someone is how you show love. Your...your adoptive parents were abusing you, that's why the police-"

"No. Police. And what the fuck do you mean it's wrong, I don't understand!"

"Bakugo, it isn't normal for people to hit their children, it isn't how love is shown..."

"What the fuck are you saying? I don't understand you!"

"Love is shown by hugs, by kisses, by spending time together, by reading books aloud, by laughing at stupid things together, and by being there when you're most needed! Love is NOT shown by hurt, and suffering!"

"I don't...I don't...GET IT! Who's lying here?" By this point, I was stood, aggressively shouting at Todoroki. My head was scrambled, and I felt dizzy, but kept stood up. Todoroki's face began to blur, and I felt myself struggling to stand...

"Who's lying...who's wrong...love..." I managed to say, before blacking out completely, held up by a frantic Todoroki.

What the fuck is even true?
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Damn, when did Todoroki turn into Shakespeare? That fucking speech about love !!

I was so fucking tempted to write "what is love?", but couldn't bear not to sing if I did...

Fact of the Day: BABY DON'T HURT ME. DON'T HURT ME...NO MORE.