Drown in my ocean of black box dye

Chapter 5

TW: TALKS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, SELF-HARM, AND VOMITING

Reason #16 to Live: Bakugou drew a frowny face on my hand today while we were studying.

He smiled.

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The porcelain was cold against his skin as he sunk into the bath, the faucet dripping slow. The splattering noise rang through Kirishima's ears. He noticed the red in the reflection of the water, hand coming up to his hair.

Where was he?

Looking around, he noticed he was in his family's bathroom, though the door was missing and the walls were fuzzy, details absent. He tried his best to reach over to the handles, wanting to stop the dripping noise from continuing. He turned them to the right, knob tightening, but the flow of water worsened. Attempting the other direction, the water gushed out, filling up the already full tub.

His hand reached out to stop the flow, but when he caught sight of the red dripping into the water, he turned over his wrist.

Scars started to reopen, filling his sight with red as he tried desperately to stop the bleeding, but the cuts simply worsened. His skin peeled back as he attempted to take in a breath.

His lungs filled with water, and he realized he had been pulled under the surface. The once clear liquid turned murky and crimson as Kirishima attempted to scream.

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He shot up in bed, awoken by the heavy banging on his door.

"Idiot, we're gonna be late for lunch. Hurry up!" Bakugou yelled, slamming his fist against the wood. Kirishima threw himself onto the floor, scrambling to the trash can as he emptied his guts.

Tears stuck to his eyelashes as he looked at the back of his eyelids, a horrible red.

The doorknob jiggled, "Ay? You alright? Don't make me come in there."

Kirishima wiped at his mouth furiously, panting like a rabid dog, "I'm good! Just give me a minute."

He would have loved to sit on the floor and contemplate life, but he was afraid his silence would cause Bakugou to come into his room, so he sat up instead. Pulling himself off the floor, he stumbled to a stance, hand gripping the bed.

"Kirishima, seriously, are you alright?" Bakugou asked, the concern palpable.

"I said I'm fine!" Kirishima yelled, angry and bitter as the bad taste settled onto his tongue, "Just give me one fucking minute!"

Bakugou didn't say anything, an awkward silence radiating through the room. Kirishima threw on some deodorant and changed his clothes, tossing the old ones into his overstuffed laundry basket. He brushed through his hair quickly, still a bit damp from the shower he managed to take last night.

Ruffling it up some, he stepped through the door, slipping his shoes on as he did so. Sighing, he looked up into the hallway, ready to head to the door.

Bakugou leaned against the wall, looking downcast, red eyes dull as he rocked on his feet. Kirishima stared at him, mind churning with guilt.

He was just trying to be nice and you hurt his feelings. Can't you let anyone be happy?

Kirishima grimaced, walking towards his friend, "Hey, I'm sorry man."

"No, it's alright," Bakugou rasped, kicking himself off the wall. His shoulders were sunken, pace lazy and slurred as he fell into line with Kirishima. They walked in quiet, Kirishima too angry at everything to attempt small talk as Bakugou tripping into silent remorse.