Bruises and bitemarks

4 - Pleasure in pain +

Bakugo

Bakugo had arrived home faster than he had expected. He had been walking and before he knew it, running. Funny how stuff worked out like that. Taking off his shoes he searched for any sign that his parents were home. There were none.

With a sigh of relief he made his way up the stairs and to his room. When he had first started he had been surprised how many things could be used to injure someone if used properly. Like a sharpener could have its blade removed, or a ruler if pressed at the right angle. Neither of those things were sharp enough for Bakugo though. He threw his bag to the floor and changed into more comfortable clothing, wincing when he bumped his hip against the desk.

Going into the bathroom he searched through the cabinet till he saw the familiar small grey tub. Pulling it out he read the faded label. Hair gel. Yeah, like he needed that, he already looked like a hedgehog.

Prying open the lid he stared at the blood-soaked contents. Needles and razors, covered in blood, both dried and fresh. Taking one of the razors he rinsed the blood before testing its sharpness. Hissing in pain as it easily sliced his finger. This would work. Leaning against the sink Bakugo pulled up the side of his top and ran a hand along the bandage, sickly white against his pale skin. He ripped it off, tossing it into the half-filled bin.

Running a hand across his sides he felt the rough skin. Several scars, both new and old, deep and shallow. He picked at one of the newer ones that had barely healed, shivering as a jolt of pain ran through him. Fresh blood ran through his fingers and dripped onto his black trousers.

It wasn't enough though, it was never enough.

Pulling his shirt off completely he stared at his sides. His left now had fresh blood dripping down slowly whilst the right was simply littered in scars. Picking up the dropped razor he held it against his skin for a few seconds, feeling the cold metal. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself but it was no use, he had to do this.

He pressed down on the blade, shivering in delight at the sharp pain he was rewarded with. That's right, he deserved this. He looked at his side, the blade halfway stuck into his waist. Scarlet liquid oozing slowly out of the wound, begging to be let out. So he let it.

Bakugo pulled the blade from his side and watched the blood drip down his side. But the pain wasn't nearly enough. Pulling the blade back he went for another one. And then another and another. By the time he heard the front door opening his left side had 6 fresh marks running along it. He froze like a deer in headlights, feeling the sting and watching the red slowly drip down his side.

Shit.

His mother was climbing the stairs, calling his name.

Had he remembered to lock the door?!

Practically falling over himself, Bakugo stumbled to the door and clicked the lock. A second later Mitsuki knocked on the door.

"Katsuki what are you doing in there?"

"Nothing." He called back. He was crouching on the floor now, the pain from the sudden movement making his side burn. His hand pressed against his side while the other was firmly planted against the door. He heard her shuffle around outside the door for a few more seconds before he eventually heard her go downstairs.

Bakugo waited a few more seconds before he slowly pushed himself off the door and staggered into a standing position. His head was spinning and he had to support himself against the sink to stop from falling over. He'd obviously been doing it for a long time as there was now a small puddle on the floor, having soaked through his trousers and dripped down there. The dark red standing out horribly on the cream coloured tiles.

Kneeling down he ignored the stabbing pain and rummaged through the cupboard for a new pack of bandages. Finding what he needed he gingerly placed the gauze on his injuries before wrapping the bandage around himself. It felt tight and restrictive, making movement feel stuffed as his body struggled to press against the material.

Bakugo stayed there for a few seconds, admiring the new bandage and the royal fuck up he'd just done. How long had he been doing this now? A few years? This was probably the only way he would get the pain he deserved. The pain he had made everyone around him feel.

Taking a shaky breath Bakugo wiped his eyes, never having realized he had started crying. Taking a cloth he wiped up the blood and as quietly as he could, stumbled into his bedroom. His head was hazy from blood loss and his limbs felt as heavy as lead. As he stared at the ceiling it almost seemed to spin. Raising a hand, he watched as the solid shapes seemed to melt until the colours seemed to blend into each other.

Closing his eyes Bakugo pressed his palms against his eyes, the pressure helping little to suppress the wave of dizziness that ran through him. Everything was spinning and the darkness grew deeper and blacker till he was falling. Falling into unconsciousness.