bnha oneshots

[angst] [kiribakukami]

eating disorder trigger warning. skip past if you don't like!

1947 words.

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bakugou stared down at his plate in silence, twirling his fork around in it and huffing to himself, contemplating. the pros of eating were short: it tasted good, and it gave him some energy, he guessed. the cons? oh, he could drone on for hours. it made him feel sick if he ate too much, it made him fat, it made people look at him, he ate too fast so he got indigestion and then people looked at him more because he was a pig, it made his jaw ache, it made him fat, it made him make noise, it made his muscles hurt from holding the fork, it made him fat, it made him feel weak, it made him fat, made him feel useless, made him fat - made him fat.

he paused, putting the spoon down and quickly glancing around. no one seemed to be looking in his direction, so he quickly stood, slipped it into the bin, and sat back down. no one saw. no harm done. just a bit of waste. he'll be ok.

except - he would've been ok, if he'd eaten anything in the past 2 or 3 ish days.

which, he hadn't.

his stomach grumbled in protest, but he coughed to cover it up, taking a big gulp of water to wash the acid down. he glanced around in paranoia, but still, no one was looking at him. he was safe. no one noticed.

he pulled out his phone, numerous notifications from groups chats he was invited to without his knowlede, and a few messages from people he didn't actually know.

and then, the bad messages. the ones from people he did know.

he opened one up.

'from: SERO 13:01PM

- hey, fatass. good job on throwing it away. just one more week.'

bakugou whimpered under his breath, but covered it up with a cough again. he looked up at sero on the table, who had just put his phone away and was happily chatting away with kaminari and eijiro.

... kaminari.. and.. eijiro.

he wiped the blush coming onto his face, and nearly jumped out of his own skin when the bell rang through the cafeteria at 13:05. he stood up, wiping himself off for pretty much no reason, and started to walk to class.

however, he paused, watching as sero, denki and eijiro walked past. he felt dizzy. very dizzy. too dizzy. he stood up too fast, and now he can't move. stumbling, he quickly braced himself against a wall, staring blankly at the floor for a few moments. why wasn't it going? it was usually gone by now.

"bakugou?"

he heard a voice, and looked up. upon seeing a flash of red, he waited as his brain processed the word.

"hm?"

"you good, bro?"

he was slowly becoming more aware that he'd been leaning against this wall for about 40 seconds now, and he nodded quickly to try and get rid of any suspicion.

"yeah. i just- tripped, that's all. and i didn't expect it. needed to calm my heart down." he laughed awkwardly. "now fuck off."

kirishima grinned, gave him the thumbs up, and then kept walking.

he still felt fucking dizzy.

bakugou unscrewed his bottle, taking a few gulps of it. it wiped away some of the nauseous feeling, and he very slowly stood up straight, walking to class. but god help him, the door was shut. first of all, that wouldn't be so bad, but something in the back of his head said otherwise.