Admiring From Afar (BkDk)

32 - 'You Signed Up For This'

"Please, don't give up on me yet
I know I'll get better, I'm just not better yet"

Deku POV
I wake up in a hospital bed to the sound of beeping. I look over to see my boyfriend holding my hand while passed out in the chair next to me. A smile appears on my face before the memories of how I ended up here flood my brain. I remove my hand from his grasp as I grip my hair intensely.

Shit.

I relapsed.

I take a deep breath as I soon realize my teacher is now standing in the doorway. I nervously bite my lip as he approaches me.

"Midoriya." He speaks softly as I turn my gaze toward him.

"Y-Yes." I say timidly.

"Do you remember how you ended up here?" I silently nod my head at his question as he sighs.

"Can you try to explain to me what happened?" I remain quiet as I redirect my eyes to my lap. It's then I notice the long white bandages that encase my arms. I bite my lip harder as I feel tears well up in my eyes.

"It's going to be okay problem child." My teacher says as he sits down on the other side of the bed.

"Now, has this ever happened before?" I nod my head again, too ashamed to speak.

"When was the last time this happened?"

"Middle school." I turn my head to see Kacchan is awake.

"You're aware of this problem Bakugou?" Sensei says in a slightly surprised manner.

"Of course I fucking am." I silently smile as my boyfriend scoffs at our teacher.

"Right. Moving on." He says before clearing his throat. "How often did this happen in middle school?"

I look over at Kacchan whose staring heavily at me. I gulp as I realize that even he doesn't know. He's unaware of how bad it was. I'm not sure I can bring myself to tell him the damage I did during that time. I don't want him to feel anymore guilty than he already does.

"Bakugou, please leave the room." I raise a brow as I turn toward my teacher. Did he read my mind or something? I let out a slight breath of relief as I look over to my boyfriend.

"Whatever." Kacchan grumbles but obliges nonetheless. He exits the room with a slam of the door.

"Now, answer the question please. I know you don't want to talk about it but it's important that I understand what's happening with you." He says softly once again as I finally meet his gaze.

"Uhm...d-daily." His eyes widen only slightly at my answer before he speaks again.

"How many times a day?" He asks as he crosses his arms and leans forward.

"I couldn't have kept track if I tried." I say weakly as I look back down at my arms. I don't even have the chance to see what his face looks like after my response. A few tears start to stream down my face as I bite my lip.

"What drove you to this if you don't mind me asking?" He says hesitantly as I continue to bite my lip.

"Bullies." I mumble out quietly.

"In middle school?" He seems surprised at my statement and I nod. "What about this most recent time?"

"I-I...think I got a bad text. It freaked me out I guess. But I honestly don't even remember what it said." I say honestly as I stare at the pristine white bedsheets.

"I see." He mutters.

"Why did you stop...uhm....hurting yourself once you got to UA." He says quietly as if he didn't mean to ask that question.