Drown in my ocean of black box dye

Chapter 7

TW: IN DEPTH TALKS OF SUICIDE

Reason #74 to Live: Bakugou's hair is just as soft against my lips as I thought it would be.

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Walking down the stairs, Kirishima kept his eyes on the floor. He felt sluggish and exhausted, unable to properly move. Too tired to even keep his eyes open, he yawned.

He had spent the night helping Bakugou clean his room, both of them inevitably falling into bed without much of a thought, passing out in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully, his bedroom was as back to normal as it could be. Some things still needed replacing. He assumed that's what Bakugou was doing on his phone during English. Not that Kirishima had been looking, absolutely not.

If he was, no one could prove it.

Kirishima had managed to pull together enough energy to make it through his classes that day, even finishing most of his homework during his last period. Training had been canceled since the exercise grounds were under repair, so he had escaped the sore muscles that were sure to come had they proceeded.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, only to be yanked off to the side. Stumbling, he fell into the body that had pulled him away. Screwing his head back together, Kirishima looked up to the person.

His vision was filled with pink.

Panicking, he drew away. Mina looked bored, maybe a little pissed; whatever emotion it was, it wasn't pleasant.

"Kirishima," she said, leaning into the wall.

He scratched his nape nervously, eyes shifting, "Hey, Mina."

"Don't 'Hey, Mina' me, jackass," Mina bit, bending forward menacingly.

He snapped his mouth shut, shoulders bunching up in apprehension, "Right. Sorry."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed, "Is that all you ever do anymore, nod your head and agree?"

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, but Mina lifted her hand, "Forget it. I already know the answer."

There was a tense silence between the two, air thick with animosity. Kirishima wanted to say something, but couldn't think of the words that seemed right.

Scuffing her shoes against the floor, Mina kicked his leg, "I'm here to apologize. Well, that's what I told Ochako anyways."

"What are you here to do then?" Kirishima asked, shifting on his feet.

Mina propelled herself off the wall, putting a hand on each of his arms, "You're a dick."

Taken aback, Kirishima felt his body begin to fill with rage, "I'm a dick? I'm a dick?! Are you insane?"

"You act like you're entirely innocent! You know you're not," Mina whispered, voice somehow still powerful. "Don't act like you were a fucking angel of a friend," she said, holding her phone up to his face.

Kirishima tried to look down to the screen, eyes failing to see the text and Mina ripped it away. "Do you know what this says?" Mina asked, getting his space.

Failing to think of a reason Mina would be so upset, Kirishima shook his head. Scoffing, Mina began to read from the screen, "Hey Mina, I hope this text finds you well since it's obvious none of the other ones fucking did."

Eyes widening, Kirishima reached for the phone, "Wait. Hold on."

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch this wouldn't have happened, but for some reason you're too stubborn to believe that anyone else on Earth is as important to you," Mina bit, becoming increasingly angry.