Bakugou's POV:
I can hear the silence.
I sit on the edge of my bed, with my arm dangling off the side and stare at the floor.
My fault
It was my fault...
All my fault
I look up to the mirror beside my bed in disgust and fear of what I see. I hate mirrors... I don't believe I look like that. That's not my body...it doesn't feel like my own. My chest doesn't feel like my own, my stomach, my face, my hair...
Why doesn't it feel like my own?
I stare at myself in the eyes but quickly look away. My own red eyes remind me of Kiri's. Except more dull and plain. They never seem to shimmer like his does or maybe I never see them at the right time.
I think to my mum. The look of disappointment displayed across her face makes me shiver.
Flashback:
"Don't sit do close to the tv, it'll make you cruel" my mum exclaims and I shuffle backwards.
I was only 10 at the time.
"You know, I was beautiful before I got pregnant" she exclaims.
I can hear her exact words, exactly how she said it playing through my head.
"I know" I state
"You ruined me Katsuki"
"I know"
"You better grow up to be something great to make up for all the damage you've done"
"..i will"
~End of flashback~
You better grow up to be something great..all the damage I've done...I ruined her..
I ruined her...
It always come back to one thought...
It's my fault
I bullied Deku
I got kidnapped
I ruined my mum
I hurt them, I hit him, I kicked her...why do I always have to lash out..why can't I just be normal
It's always my fault...it's all my fault
I clench my fists in rage and stand up walking over to my wall. These dorms are sound proof and the walls are made out of a strong concrete to protect us from villains so I don't have to worry about the noise nor destruction.
My raise my hands and punch the wall as hard as I can. My knuckles start to ache but I don't care. I have to let my anger out somehow. It's better to hit the wall than someone else right?
"Your not weak.." I say punching the wall once again, this time lightly scraping my knuckles.
"Your not trash...your not cold" I state, punching the wall once again with each statement.
"Your not a bitch.."
"Your not ugly"
"Your not disgusting"
"Your not a slut"
My hands are grazed and bleeding, tears forming in my eyes.
"Your not dirty"
"Your not spoiled"
The tears roll down my eyes. My heart aches and my stomach clenches, feeling stressed and stupid.
"Your not a monster..." I exclaim with one last punch as hard as I possibly can.
The blood runs down my arm and up my bandage. The tears stream down my face as I fall to my knees.
"Y-you deserve to be loved..." I mumble.
Just for a few minutes I lay on the floor starting down at the floor. My hands are sore but not very badly hurt, just probably grazed and maybe a bit bruised.
I turn my head to look back in the mirror. My helpless body lying across the floor with red, puffy eyes. The look of defeat.
"Hey bakugou? Are you in there?" I hear kirishima's faint voice on the other side of the door and hear the knob rustle.
Lucky I locked it...
"Bakugou please let me in!" He pouts.
I'll just wait for him to leave..I don't feel like talking to anyone right now
A few minutes pass and I decide to get up and get some water from the common room. Kirishima would have given up and left by now I can't hear him anymore.
I walk over to the door and swing it open but I'm meet with spikey, red hair.
...what?
Kirishima's POV:
"Hey Kirishima are you alright?" Mina questions.
"Oh yeah.. it's just," I start, "I'm worried about bakugou...he's been in his room for hours and isn't responding to my texts or calls" I explain.
"Oh, maybe just go check on him. He probably just fell alseep, it's getting late" she suggests.
"Ok, I will, see you later"
"Bye good luck with blasty" she comments.
I make my way to his dorm and knock on his door.
"Hey bakugou? Are you in there?" I ask, knocking once again. I put my ear to the door and hear slight shuffling, "Bakuogu please let me in!" I pout, rattling the doorknob but it's locked.
I've been waiting patiently at his door for a few minutes now. I know he's in there and I want to see if he's ok.
Suddenly the door swings open and I'm meet with bakugou's eyes. But they're not full of anger. He looks exhausted, his eyes red and puffy.
Has he been crying?!
"H-hey are you alright?" I ask, worry straining my voice.
"I-I" he stutters, "what are you still doing here?!"
"I just wanted to check on you...are you alright? You look like you've been crying" I mutter.
"...come in"
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Hey hey hey! Hope you enjoyed. I originally wrote this chapter but then deleted it and started again cuz I didn't like it, this is way better.
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