Remember (Todobaku)

Chapter Fifty-Three

Bakugo dreads the bad days. Absolutely fucking hates the shit out of them.

Today, he couldn't get out of bed.

He can't get out of bed.

He'd cried and cried, knowing that his thoughts were going to render him useless today.

Recovery Girl came by, tried to give him food, but he refused. He's not hungry. Just the thought of eating has him shaking so hard, she winces.

He's going to be sore tomorrow from how tense his body is.

It doesn't even have to deal with school. He's just depressed and sometimes that means he can't get out of bed.

He hasn't brushed his teeth.

Hasn't showered.

Hasn't even gone to the restroom. He needs to pee, but he just can't get up.

Recovery Girl is keeping him company.

She came to his room and stopped him from hurting himself multiple times. He just has to get up and if a little bit of pain can do that for him, then what's the big deal?

She still tells him she's proud of him, though.

He starts crying again every time she says it. He has his head under his blanket, so she can't see him, but it's still such a horrible feeling.

It hurts because how could she be proud of him when he's so sick he can't even get up?

He loves to hear it, though. From her. How she's proud of him and he let's her read his journals and she tells him that she's proud of how well he's been doing.

That this is just a bump in the road.

That he'll be okay.

Not to worry.

He'll bounce back just like always.

But he's tired of that. Tired of always trying too hard. It's so hard all the time and he's had enough. It's fucking done. He's done.

He has to snap himself out of the cloudy bullshit going on in his head. The cloud that always fucks him over and sends him into flashbacks he can't get out of.

He's has a few flashbacks here and there.

But when he gets bad, it's like that's all he gets. Just flashbacks and panic attacks.

The next time Recover Girl leaves, he puts a hand under his shirt and lets his quirk go off. Just for some clarity. He needs his mind to be clear. Level-headed.

He winces, but it's a good, familiar feeling that throws him back into reality.

Bakugo let's his quirk go off for longer, reveling in the feeling. The pain that makes him sigh in relief when he's done.

It burns when he pulls his hand away, tears stinging at his eyes if he accidentally scrapes the fabric of his shirt against the burn. That's a big uh oh.

He doesn't make it obvious, though.

When Recovery Girl returns, Bakugo peeks his red eyes out of the blanket, seeing that she has a few bottles of water with her, closing the door behind her and smiling at Bakugo when she sees him looking at her.

"Think you could drink a bottle for me?"

For her.

Obviously.

He nods, getting up and ignoring the sharp pain in his side from where fabric slides against burned skin.

The blond wonders if she can smell it.