Hold me tighter, pleaseꨄ

✘Chapter Thirty✘

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✧Nightmare time✧

"Bakugo, it's lunch time."

Crimson eyes snapped towards the very familiar hospital room.
The place he spend a few weeks in, contiplating how he went from an arrogant, egotistical kid to.... if you ask him, a pathetic piece of shit.

"What the fuck am I doing here!?"

Katsuki snapped, looking down at his clothes also coming to the conclusion he was in a hospital gown.

"Bakugo, we've been through this."

The nurse spoke, in irritation. 

Bakugo forrowed his eyesbrows, this nurse was more annoying then before.

"Well, refresh my memory why don't ya?"

"You're sick Bakugo."

"You have the kinda sickness, that can't be cured."

The blonde went to remark, but before he could he felt his whole body collapsed through the ground, and he was all of sudden wrapped in a straight jacket, his arms securely wrapped around himself and his ass landing on something soft.

Fuck!!
He was in the stupid padded room!

"Get me the hell out of here!"

He barked, struggling to get the straight jacket off.
He felt like he almost had it, until a certain freckle boy appeared in front of him.
His face was edged with horror.

"I-Izu?"
"Please, help me."

It sounded so desperate, so longing, and if this was the real Midoriya he would of been all over the place trying to help Bakugo. 
But this wasn't his Izuku.

The greenette's lips curled into a frown, his eyes giving an almost frightening look.

"Why would I help you?"

"You're nothing but a monster."
"You deserve to be in here."

With every word, Katsuki quite literally felt a knife stabbing into him repeatedly.

"Shut the fuck up!"
"You don't mean that!"
"This is just a damn night-"

Before he could actually finish his sentence, Izuku had teleported closer to him and placed a sharp object, most likely a dagger, at his neck.

"How are you so sure, love~?"
"After all I placed you in here before, remember?"
"And for all you know, I did it again. "

"Why would y-"

Izuku pressed the dagger deeper into Katsuki's neck making sure to draw blood before speaking,

"Because I fucking hate you."
"You're a pathetic self centered monster, heck you shouldn't even be treated like a human being!"

While one hand was busy holding a dagger at the Blonde's neck, the other was grasping at his hair pulling it with each word Izuku spat.

As hard as Bakugo tried, he felt a tear slip and then another and soon they were uncontrollable. Which seemed to only fuel Midoriya more.

"hah!"
"Your fucking crying!"
"Your so pathetic!"

"Stop it. "

Katsuki whispered, this isn't real.
Izuku wouldn't actually say this, even if he did hate is guts.
He's to sweet for his own good, with or with out amnesia.