in conclusion | katsuki bakugo

prologue

UNFAZED. That's how he looked. Bakugo Katsuki was a pro-hero and even as a teen, he had gotten used to the scent of blood and the sight of it. The mere taste of it was sickeningly familiar which is why when he opened the bathroom door and saw you with a blade poised above your wrist, he seemed unfazed.

His lips were pursed, red eyes calculating. Did any of you notice? He seemed. In reality, he wanted to die. Right then and there he wished to take your place, his mind reeling over what could've led to this happening in the first place. You were frozen, staring back at him shortly before he practically launched himself at you.

He wrestled the blade out of your grip as you sobbed and cried out in pain, his hands unknowingly brushing against your self-inflicted wounds. His gauntlets had fallen to the floor, hitting the ground with a cacophonous crash accompanied by your whimpers of pain. "You aren't going to rely on this shitty thing anymore,"

That was his first sentence. His hands were stained red with blood, but you watched him ignore it and reach for bandages in the medicine cabinet. His fingers found the ointment first and he settled for that, gesturing for you to hand over your wrist. Somehow, he seemed calm, eyes focused and jaw clenched.

Katsuki stared at you briefly and that's when you knew only his words held tranquility. Looking into his eyes you could see dozens of emotions flitting through him: fear, shame, sadness, self-hatred, concern, all of them. You merely gazed back at him, in a bit of a daze; everything had started and ended so quickly.

"Talk to me."

Your lips stayed closed.