Drowning|| Drug Addict Bakugo

6

I'm back at my house. I don't know when or how I got here but I'm here nonetheless. I hear the front door slam open, my head whips over to see who's here. "KATSUKI! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" My mother screams. I scurry up to my feet, realizing I was originally in my bedroom. I run out and am faced with my mother who's holding an empty beer bottle with a scowl on her face. I am in front of her now, hearing her angry breaths. "Your father is dead because of you, PUNK!" She screams out, raising the bottle before bringing it down quickly, the glass crashing over my head. I collapse to the floor and hold my head where she had hit, feeling the wetness of blood oozing on my fingers. "It's all your fault!" She screams, kicking my chest. She continued yelling insults at me, hitting me, kicking me, and eventually pulled off her belt and ordered me to take off my shirt. I obliged, knowing if I didn't, it would end up worse than it already is. I do my best to deter my screams in pain as she's whipping my back with her thin belt, I feel my skin burn and sting with each strike. "Please! STOP!" I cry out.

My body jolts up, my chest heaving in a panic. I look around and see I'm back in Sero's room. I feel my entire body shake as the memory of that night flooded my mind. I curl my knees to my chest and hug them tightly in place. I feel like I'm suffocating, my ability to ground and relax vacant. I try to croak out for Sero, feeling lost and scared, but my voice fails me. I choke on a sob and put my forehead on my knees, ignoring the pain.

It's your fault.

Murderer.

I feel my chest heave as I let out a loud sob. Suddenly I hear stomping up the stairs and my mind goes to the worst. She's back. She is coming for you. Hide. Run. I scurry my body to the nearest corner I could get my back to and let out a terrified scream. "NO! PLEASE!" I scream out with my eyes clenched shut. "It's okay, Bakugo. I'm here, it's just me you're safe!" I hear someone say, trying to calm me down, but my mind is locked into the memory of my mother towering over me. My breath leaves me and I am gasping for air, begging for her to leave. "Please.." I sob out, curling my head back into my knees. "Bakugo, you're safe. It's me, Sero, relax. Breathe. In for four out for four," he says in a soft voice. I look up and see Sero crouched in front of me with a soft look in his face. I feel the panic leave my body and start breathing to his instructions. I slowly start to ground, breathing becoming easier, the tears ceasing. "That's good, good job. Breathe," Sero says with a soft smile. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter out. "It's okay, just relax," he says reassuringly. I nod and gulp, my mouth dry from the panic attack. "Water?" He asks, handing me my water bottle from earlier. I nod and grab it, taking a small sip before my body fully relaxes.

"I'm sorry," I say. "It's okay, wanna talk about it?" He asks. I shake my head no, not wanting to replay the memory in my head anymore. "Just remember you're safe, she's locked up," he says with a smile. I nod and adjust my body to where I'm sitting cross cross. I lean to my back and begin to pull out the cocaine before Sero grabs my arm. "You shouldn't keep running away from your problems like this," he says with a worried look. I shove off his arm and shoot him a glare. "You just saw what happens when I remember. I'm forgetting, whether you like it or not. I need it," I say. He sighs and pulls away. I grab my keys and snort up two scoops before putting it away. Suddenly the doorbell rings and Sero's sad expression changes to a smile. "PIZZA!" He shouts as he stands up quickly. He reaches his hand out and I grip it. I stumble a bit before gaining my balance and following behind him slowly as he runs down the stairs to the door. He answers it and pays the delivery man before he brings the pizza to the table. "Mom said she had to catch another shift, so she won't be home till super late! Pizza party!" He cheers out. He runs to the fridge and pulls out a beer, popping it open and taking three big gulps. I chuckle at his behavior and grab a slice of pizza.

Holy shit. Why does this taste so fucking good? Pizza while high? BEST SHIT EVER!

I smile as I take another bite. "Good?" Sero asks with a chuckle. "Fuck yeah!" I say with my mouth full he chuckles and grabs a piece. "IM BRINGING MY SWITCH OUT LETS PLAY ON THE BIG SCREEN!" He says loudly. He sets his pizza back in the box and runs up stairs, shortly coming back with all the stuff for his switch. I grab the box and move to his living room, setting it on the coffee table. Once he finishes setting it up, he hands me a controller. "MARIOKARTTTTT!" He shouts. I finish my pizza slice and wipe my hands on my shirt before nodding and grabbing the controller. He sets up mariokart and starts the race.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Sero shouts as he crosses the finish line a hair behind me. I'm laughing my ass off, fully in peak with my high. "I don't get ittttt-" Sero whines. I shrug and begin choosing my character and car. "You're a god," he grumbles as he starts the next race. This goes on for a while, me either winning or completely kicking his ass. "It's late and we have tests tomorrow, we should sleep," Sero says as he stretches and begins picking up the now empty pizza box. I nod and begin helping him clean up.

We enter his room and he begins undressing again. I make sure not to watch but I couldn't help but see his figure from my peripheral. I feel my stomach summersault and heat rush up to my cheeks. Why do I feel this way? What is this?

"You good man?" Sero asked as he squats in front of me, only in his boxers. I choke on my spit when I look at him and cover my face. "I'm fine, idiot..." I grumble. He chuckles. "Dude, we're friends. No need to be so flustered around me. This is new for you, usually your mr. tough guy!" He teases. I shoot him a glare and he laughs. "Just get in bed, dumbass," I growl out. "Fair enough," he mumbles before standing and heading to his bed. I curl on my futon and hide under the covers, my heart beating quickly and a strange warmth in my chest. I need to look this up. But how?

Once I hear his snores, I uncover myself and sit up. I watch him as his chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm. I shake my head and look away, forcing myself to stare at the ground in front of me. I see his smartphone resting on his bed stand and sneakily grab it. It surprisingly had no password or anything and I swiped it open. I found the search engine and began my research.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

No I can't be gay. I can't. My mom would kill me. He would hate me. I don't have feelings for him. Right? No! No. I can't. That's bullshit. This is bullshit. I swiped the tabs away and set his phone back, feeling panic in my chest. I can't- my mom already hates me, but now I like him? A guy? She'll be fucking furious. She can't know. No one can. No one can know. Ever.