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🥀 Kiribaku 🥀

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Bakugo POV:

Okay so maybe I fucked up.

But you'll only hear that once from me, got it?

I just- I didn't mean for it to go like this, and now that my ghost is staring at my boyfriend sobbing over my dead body, I realized it. Now... maybe I should rewind and explain the fucking story, but I don't think you care. The only person who fucking cared about me was that red-headed shit face and I just... threw it away. How could I be so fucking stupid? He begged me to quit, he did everything he could to stop this very thing from happening. And I betrayed him in every way possible.

It started small. Occasional weed nights with Sero and Kaminari after a bad day of patrol. With Kiri working nights at the time, it was easy to lie my way through that. I started finding myself there more often, trying to forget everything that came with this career. The deaths, the people, the press. Shigaraki. It's pathetic and weak the more I think about it, not being able to emotionally face everything. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Right?

Well that desperation grew significantly after one really bad disaster. A terrorist blew up a mall and havoc grew quickly and it felt like I couldn't save anyone. My final straw was when I found a kid, barely breathing and missing half of his leg, reaching out to me in tears before finally passing. It broke my heart. And after the rescue and clean up heroes arrived and my job was done, I knew weed wouldn't cut it this time. I remember asking Kaminari if he had anything stronger, and with him hearing what happened on the news, he gave me his dealers number.

I'm sure you can see where this went. I met up with the guy and he told me what he had and what each thing did, and despite its bad rep, it was cocaine that drew me in the most. Something to help me forget everything while also giving me a good time. He explained how to use it in moderation and the side effects and how much could kill me, but I arrogantly ignored it, spacing out. I was thinking about all the ways this could help me and I bought it twenty minutes later.

I never did a lot, usually just a line. On really bad days, I'd do two, but that was only if it was really bad. That was, until the highs started feeling less good and I was gaining a tolerance to it all. One lines quickly turned to two and I knew I had a problem, but there was no way I'd admit it to anyone. Not even Kirishima. Eventually, after a while, he was able to get his schedule back to normal, working identical shifts to mine. It helped having him by my side more, actually being able to see each other more than a kiss as he leaves and when I arrive. Now we could have dinner together and sleep in the same bed and watch movies.

My drug use slowed down a lot here, given I never had time alone pretty much and the fact that I had him by my side. Well... that was until my body started fighting me. After a few days, withdrawal symptoms started. Kiri thought I had the flu, so he forced me to stay home while he went to work so I could rest. I was sweating, but shivering, and my head hurt a lot, but it wasn't that bad. I knew he was overreacting, but I took this chance to get high off my ass, taking three lines this time. This was for no particular reason. I did it just because I felt like it, and that was fun. Fun until he came home to me tripped out on the couch.

He didn't say anything at the time, not that I remember. But when I woke up next to him the next morning, he looked as if he hadn't slept. I remember seeing my pouch that held my supply and felt panic swarm my nerves. "When were you planning on telling me?" He whispered to me. I furrowed my brows and looked at the pouch intently. "Katsuki..." he grumbled, grabbing the pouch off the desk and set it in his lap. "Look at me," he ordered. He sounded insanely calm, which made me more nervous than I should have been.