Weak ( Kiribaku/Bakushima Angst)

Chapter 1

He was in some pretty deep shit right now. Usually, each fight Bakugo got into ended up with him sporting several bruises, nothing much. This time, it was a lot. He ended up having to limp home with deep cuts all over his body, and a bruised ankle. Hopefully Mitsuki won't question him. She never really cared much about him, preferring to use him as a punching bag whenever she got particularly mad. That was why Bakugo was so happy to hear that U.A was setting up a dorm system. He would be free from the old hag, and she would be free from him. It was a win-win situation. However, he would have to wait for a week for the construction to finish.

Now, back to the present. He quietly opened the front door and limped into his room, before locking the door. Next, he set to work. Rinsing the wounds, before dabbing concealer on them. It stung, but if Mitsuki found out that he had got into a fight again, the cuts he would get would hurt much more. After quickly putting the concealer away, he lay on his bed, trying to sleep. No such luck. Cursing, he grabbed his phone.

682 messages from the Bakusquad groupchat. 682?! What kind of species were the Bakusquad? In the hour he was gone, they had chatted up over 600 messages. Sighing, he opened the chat and was greeted with incredibly idiotic messages from his friends.

Dunce Face: I wonder how Shrek smells like?

Racoon Eyes: He probably smells like swamp :)

Soy Sauce: He looks like someone who would wear perfume.

Racoon Eyes: No wonder his wife can stand him

Racoon Eyes: He looks like he farts a lot

Dunce Face: Like you, Mina!

Racoon EYes: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

Ears: Its tru tho

Weird Hair: Nah I think Sero farts more

Soy Sauce: WHAT!?

Weird Hair: Ur good at hiding the sound but I can still sniff them out!

Dunce Face: How do they smell like?

King Explosion Murder is online.

King Explosion Murder: What kind of shit are you talking about on here?

Dunce Face: Farts.

King Explosion Murder: No wonder all of you are so stupid. All you think about is farts.

Weird Hair: That reminds me, Bakugo can you help me on the English hw? Please?

King Explosion Murder: No.

King Explosion Murder is offline

Racoon Eyes: mean.

Bakugo lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and trying to fall sleep. Half an hour later, he checked the time. Fuck. It was only 10:30. He got up from bed, giving up on trying to sleep. He grabbed a razor from his drawer and went into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. Eye bags were under his eyes, bruises and and scars littered his body. He would have to stock up on a lot of concealer to last at the dorms. He lifted his sleeve and slowly made a cut with the razor. It was deep enough to let blood flow, but not enough to kill him. He repeated it. 9 more times, for being weak, for being an asshole, for being kidnapped. And more. More. Until there were 18 fresh cuts on his pale left forearm. He quickly wrapped the cuts up and went back to his bed. Finally, he was able to drift away to sleep, temporarily forgetting about his shitty life.

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548 words. Each chapter will probably be updated once every 1-2 weeks, depending on laziness level. They will probably be 500-700 words each chapter. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))