Kiribaku Oneshots

🖤Scars🖤

-Trigger Warning-
Cutting, Attempted Suicide
DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANGST

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Fake.

Everything is fake, fake smiles, fake happiness, fake life.

Yeah, he have many friends, but they don't know the real pain, they don't know the struggle.

His friends have no idea what home life is like, that he gets beaten, thrown around like a rag doll , called names, and he can't fight back, like he would ever want to, it's all true, everything his parents say, he's a mistake.

School is his escape, the one place where he's accepted for who he is, even they have no idea who he actually is, the real him.

Closing and locking his bathroom door, he drops his bag beside the door and walks over to the mirror and hit stares at himself for a while.

'What made me like this!?'

He tries his smile in the mirror, but to him it just looks all fake, he can still see the pain in his eyes behind the mask.

During the period of his first term at UA, he developed a crush on his best friend. Bakugou, the manliest man in class 1-A.

'Your worthless, he'd never date someone like you'

"That won't stop me from wanting him" Kirishima mumbles to the mirror.

He didn't even realize tears started dripping down his face until one hits his hand placed on the counter.

He lifts his hand and watches the tear slip down the sleeve of his school uniform shirt, and then down his forearm before hitting the crease of elbow.

No. He wouldn't do it. He swore to himself, never again.

He flexes his hand watching the veins move.

But his stress was finally breaking him down, again and again he pushed the pain away, but it's always there, haunting him.

He makes up his mind right there, one couldn't hurt.

He slips off his jacket and then unbuttons his shirt discarding them in the floor next to his backpack.

Looking down at his forearms, the scars remind him of everything that's wrong with him. Concealer hides them from his friends, but he knows they're there.

He just stands there staring at his arm, for what only feels like minutes. But, hours tick by.
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Haru, his ex best friend, and old crush. Back in middle school, he kept a journal that ruined him. One day Haru came over and they were playing video games, like always on Fridays, when Kirishima got called down by his mother to wash the dishes. Kirishima forgot he left the journal out on his desk that morning and left Haru in his room. Haru, being a ass, decided to read a little bit, maybe find out about that girl Kirishima had been holding out on him. He picked up the book and started reading.

Twenty minutes later, Kirishima came back up and sees the the brunette with his journal.

"What do you think your doing?! That's private" Kirishima yells snatching the book from a shocked Haru.

Haru, stands up out of the beanbag chair and steps in front of Kirishima.

"You think I would date someone like you? Ugh I'm disgusted I ever allowed myself to be called your friend. You should just kill yourself already! Your a burden on all of us" he yells right at Kirishima poking him roughly in the chest.

"Don't talk to me, look at me, or say my name ever again you piece of shit" Haru shoves Kirishima our of his way and grabs his backpack slamming the door behind him.
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The door slamming shatters his train of thought, it shakes him from his dark memories.