Mha oneshots!

🥀 kiribaku 🥀

TW!! WARNINGS ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION!!

LEAVE SHIP RECS IF YOU HAVE ANY! I MIGHT START REPEATING I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!

Bakugo POV:

I've always strived to be perfect, but I never expected it to go as far as this.

I felt purely disgusted with myself as saliva and vomit dripped down my arm, curling over myself in the bathroom above the toilet.

I've been doing this ever since I was twelve, every time I felt a little bit too fat after I ate, I'd purge the feeling away and not eat the day after, but then I'd always get back into eating. Slowly, I've been getting worse at getting back, and I've been purging more.

I was panting as I spit out whatever vomit was still in my mouth before I pushed myself back and stared at my disgusting trembling hands.

My knuckles were red from irritation and my throat hurt from the painful forceful gags and heaves. All I did today was go out to lunch with my friend group, and now I'm in the bathroom of that restaurant, making myself vomit everything I just ate. I meant to keep myself from doing this, I meant to hold in the urge until I got home, but as soon as the plate was cleared, I felt guilt punch me in the gut and I had to purge. I don't know how I became this desperate over my image, how much I wanted to be perfect, but no matter how much I do this, it's never enough.

After my breather, I stood up, feeling a head rush before I used my foot to flush the toilet. I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth and then looked at myself up in the mirror. I was wearing a baggy band tee and sagged camo pants, hiding my form. I couldn't bare to look at my body, let alone let anyone else see it. As soon as I peeled my eyes away from my reflection, I dried my hands and face and left the bathroom. I sat in my seat beside Kirishima and rolled my eyes when he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Hey man, you good?" He asked. I scoffed and rolled my shoulders, pushing his arm off. "I'm fine, shitty hair," I grumbled. They continued their discussions as I stared at the empty plate still in front of me. I wanted the waiter to take it away so I didn't have to be reminded at how fat I was for finishing my plate. The logic makes no sense, I don't consider Kirishima or Denki to be fat, and they ate just as much, maybe even more than, me. It doesn't make sense, but it does at the same time. I don't know why it matters so much to me but it does.

"Bakugo?" I heard someone call out to me, so I lift my head and look to see my friends staring at me. "What?" I asked, snappier than what I meant. They're all thinking the same thing you are. You're fat for finishing your plate. "Ah- well, you were just... staring. In your head. We asked if you wanted to go to the arcade after this?" Denki said with a nervous laugh. I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath. "No. I'm going back to the dorms," I grumbled, pulling out my wallet and placing down some money, "This should cover the bill. I'm tired."

As I left, I felt them staring at me but ignored it. I just wanted to be alone. I needed it. Deserved it anyways. Nobody wants a fat friend. My hands were shoved deep in my pockets as I walked in the dark street towards the dorms. Part of me wanted to run, to get rid of those carbs I ate, but my legs felt too weak. I'd just have to do it in the morning, like I usually did. As I approached the school and entered the gate, I heard a loud thump from behind me. I turned around in a panic, before relaxing when I saw my teacher standing with his scarf around his neck. "Yes, Aizawa?" I asked with annoyance lacing my voice. I wanted to be in my room, alone. "I thought you were hanging out with your little group. Where is everyone else?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Going to a dumb arcade. I was tired so I left early. What's it to you?" He shook his head and sighed. "You of all people shouldn't be walking all by themselves at night. You were kidnapped a few months ago, you could still be a target," he said sternly. I clenched my teeth. He's calling you weak. "I can take care of my damn self..." I grumbled before turning away and stomping towards my dorm. "Not with how you've been progressively losing weight. This is the third time you've had to size down your uniform."