Consuming Voices

XX

"Look..."
She spoke up again.
"I don't know how long or what you've kept in, instead of talking about it but... look where it got you... look at where you are now. What good did it bring"

Baku povv (' 3｀)

Her words echoed through my mind, i felt defeated, hopeless. I am looking at where it got me, and it's shit. How could i let myself get to this place... how could i let someone find out. My head filled with static, i felt fucking stoned.

She kept talking but i couldn't focus on her words, went in one ear, out the other.

"Well?" she stayed staring at me like she was peircing into my soul, and in responce all i could do i stare blankly back at her. My eyelids progressively grew heavier.

She was still staring at me, her voice no longer sharp with anger but desperate. Her pink brows were drawn together, her face still wet from her own tears. She looked like she wanted to shake me. I wished she would. Maybe that would bring me out of this fog. Maybe then I could fight back, be angry instead of...
whatever this was.

I blinked slowly, forcing my body to acknowledge the moment, to feel the weight of the silence between us.
"I don't need to tell anyone," I muttered, barely recognizing my own voice. It was soft, low, dead almost. "I'm fine."

Mina scoffed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Fine?" she repeated, incredulous. "Bakugou, you were about to... you could have-" She shook her head, pressing her knuckles against her eyes as if trying to keep herself together.

I clenched my fists, my bandaged ankle throbbing with a dull ache. The blood had dried beneath the wrappings, but I could still feel the sting, a grounding reminder of why I was here.

Why did she have to find me?

Why did she have to care?

"Just drop it," I muttered, shifting my gaze to the floor.

Mina was quiet for a long time. Too long. I risked a glance up, and she was just watching me, her lips pressed together so tight they were almost white.

Then she let out a deep sigh, rubbing her arms like she was trying to shake off a chill.

"I can't drop it," she said, voice steadier now. "I won't. But fine. I won't tell Aizawa. Not yet."

That got my attention. My head snapped up, eyes narrowing at her suspiciously.

"Not yet?"

Mina crossed her arms, looking way too serious for someone who usually goofed around. "You need to talk to someone. If it's not Aizawa, then someone else. Kirishima-?"

I flinched at his name before I could stop myself.

Her gaze softened, but she didn't let up. "He cares about you, you know? He was literally out in the rain, standing there like an idiot because he didn't want to leave you. And you... you just walked away."

My stomach twisted painfully.

I knew.

Fuck, I knew.

And I hated myself for it.

"He shouldn't," I muttered under my breath, but Mina heard me.

She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "That's not your choice, dumbass."

I clenched my jaw. She was right, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.

"What do you want me to do?" I snapped, frustration finally boiling over. "Go find him and say, 'Hey, sorry I crushed your feelings, but I don't know how to deal with my own, so let's just pretend this never happened'? Hah?!"

Mina didn't even flinch at my outburst. If anything, she looked a little sad.

"No," she said quietly. "I want you to stop hurting yourself. I want you to let people care about you. And yeah, maybe you should talk to Kirishima. Because if you keep pushing him away, one day he might stop trying."

My breath caught in my throat at that.

Kirishima. Giving up on me?

The thought made something inside me squeeze tight, like a fist clenching around my ribs.

I shook my head, standing up too fast and nearly losing my balance. Mina stepped forward, ready to catch me, but I held up a hand to stop her.

"Just... leave me alone, okay?" I said, my voice quieter now.

Mina hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But this isn't over, Bakugou. If you won't talk to someone, I will."

I glared at her, but she didn't budge. With one last look, she turned on her heel and left, shutting the door behind her.
Silence fell over the room again, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't comforting. It felt suffocating.
I sank back down onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling like my entire body had been wrung out.

Kirishima.

The image of him standing there, drenched in the rain, eyes full of hurt, wouldn't leave my mind.
I clenched my fists so tight my nails bit into my palms.

I dont want to do this anymore...

3rd person pov ('';)

Reaching to put away the blade that sat uncomfortably next to him, on the floor, Bakugou's drooped eyes landed on it. Old suicide notes.

His hands shook, anger brewing through him, youd swear that his head was about to pop. In a moment of fury his outreached hand grasped them to shred them. Tear after tear, the noyes were all destroyed, in the bin.

Crawling back to bed, unable to stand and exhasted, he slumped against his bed and sat watching the sky for who knows how long.

"I-"
As soon as Katsuki had opened his mouth it was closed. The only sound that followed that whole night was a single sigh...

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oop omfgg i havent posted this story in a longg time dayum. i lwk forgot about this account soo... haha sorry. BUT IM BACK BITCHES!
who knows how long tho bcs forget shit realll easy
anyway hope you have a great morning/afternoon/night and stay safee! (^-^)