Days passed like weeks for Katsuki. He didn't try to contact Kirishima because he knew his pride would get the best of him... but still.
He was laying in the hospital bed like he'd been doing for the past six days. He'd either play some games on his phone or catch up on the latest news. A little while later, he'd watch some shows on the provided, crappy T.V. There wasn't much to do in the hospital.
He was about to drift off to sleep until he heard the door open. He leaned his head back, thinking it was the nurse and groaned. But it wasn't the nurse this time, it was two men. Deku and the stranger he met at the conference.
"What the fuck do you want?" Bakugou grunted in impatience. Deku hesitantly sat down in the seat next to the bed side, where Kirishima sat four days ago. Katsuki glared at the hero, but Mr. Stranger was the first to speak in the silence Katsuki created.
"We came to discuss the condition you're in, and about the outcome of it," the man said expressionlessly. Katsuki observed the man as he settled his suitcase on the floor. He straightened his jacket and crossed his arms, which made the adjustment pointless.
"Kacchan, I hate to do this to you but..." Izuku trailed off. Unlike last time, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the floor. Deep inside, Bakugou began to panic.
"If this injury were caused by a villain, then you would've had a weeks rest after you've been discharged from the hospital. But since that's not the case," the strange man pressed his glasses against his eyes, "you've been relieved of your hero work for the summer." Katsuki couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I've been fired!?" he yelled venomously, which made Izuku flinched.
"No Kacchan... you're just on leave. More like a paid vacation. This is for your own good...I hope," the green haired boy whispered that last part, which was barely audible.
"Why? Why can't I come back to work?" Bakugou asked, surprisingly calm. He didn't have the energy to be mad when all he felt was empty. Like someone jabbed their hand through his chest and squeezed his heart until it stopped beating.
"Because this injury was caused by your exhaustion. You've been over working yourself to the point where you fall asleep on the job. You're lucky that you didn't kill yourself with that." The man made a disapproving look which made Katsuki fall into a deeper depression.
"I... I completely understand." Bakugou didn't try to fight because he just wanted to be alone. Arguing would make them stay longer. Deku's head snapped up as if he mentioned something disturbing.
"But do me a favor will ya?" He looked at the pro hero with a glare. "How did I get so fucked up?" Midoryia's eyes went wide.
"You don't remember?" he asked. The blond looked down at his hands. He hated relying on his frenemy.
"No. Just spit it out so you can leave," Katsuki growled.
It took only three minutes to explain what happened. Maybe less if Deku didn't go off track so many times.
"I just fell and hit my head? How fucking pathetic," Katsuki mumbled. Deku thought it was the way he explained it, but it was directed towards himself.
"Get out. You said what you needed now remove your ugly ass faces from my sight," Bakugou spat ruthlessly with a wave of a hand. Izuku waved goodbye as he pushed himself and the strange man out of the room with a click of the door.
Katsuki had gotten what he wanted. Silence. But in that silence came a tear, then another, and soon turned into a waterfall of salt.
"I'm such an idiot....!" He choked on the lump in his throat as he tried to breath. He hated being like this, being so helpless, so weak. The only thing that stopped him from ripping his hair out was the bandage and his wound.
"Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak..." he kept saying that over and over until he had the urge to scream. He then yanked the pillow behind him on his lap and cried into it to muffle his screams. He screamed and shouted until his voice became a hoarse.
"I'm such a dumbass. Why'd you let yourself get this way?" he croaked. Katsuki returned the lightly soaked pillow back to where it originally sat. "I don't even deserve to be a hero." He wiped his stray tears away with the back of his hand.
His red orbs landed on a pen that sat on the table next to him. He stared at it for a second before slowly reaching for the pen, hesitantly retrieving it with his fingers.
"I deserve this..." he said as he placed the tip of the pen on his lower thigh. He began to press it down on it and pressed hard. I little drop of blood trickled out of the hole that was purposely placed in his thigh. He gritted his teeth in pain but otherwise wasn't fazed by the action. He laughed weakly at the cut on his leg.
"Hehe... so self-harm is what it's come to?"
He chuckled some more. Then he removed the pen from his leg and placed it back where he found it. Back on the table. He looked down at his exposed thighs. Tears began welling up in his sockets.
"I'm a fucking idiot. I might end up with led poisoning..." he quietly mumbled.
He dabbed the hole with a tissue that was also on the table and threw it in the trashcan on the foot of his bed. He then gently laid a blanket over himself and leaned back.
His mind went to Kirishima instantly. 'He never loses his cool... I'd never thought I'd live to see him so mad.' The tears he had tried to choke back fell down his cheeks. 'It's my fault. I should tell him. Should I? But... what if he hates me?'
'I might as well. And I
have to talk to him anyway if I want a place to stay. Stupid Mom.'
His parents went over seas and the doctor had informed Bakugou that he cannot be alone when he is discharged, saying that he should live with a relative or a friend for the time being.
He planned on talking to Kirishima about it when he first found out because the redhead was the only person he could stand besides his parents. And honestly, he tried to when Eijirou visited but he got angry and left Katsuki with a decision as well as a headache. His pride or his trust. So that plan backfired in the most brutal way. But still.
"He's right... I'm acting like a narcissistic child," he whispered. He grabbed his phone and scrolled to the contact named 'SHITTY HAIR', and tapped it lightly with his finger. He then pressed the phone to his ear as he gulped down the lump in his throat as if he was swallowing his pride.
It rang and rang until it went to voicemail, and Katsuki decided to leave one instead of calling again.
"Hey, um, it's Bakugou. The doctor informed me that I can't be alone after I get out and my parents are over seas..." he said to the phone and took a deep breath, "I was gonna ask you but you got mad and left before I could say anything asshole," he chuckled a bit, "But anyway, no relatives live in or anywhere close to me and I'm saying now that.... I'm willing to tell you anything you want if...if you let me explain." That took almost all of his courage to say but he wasn't done.
"Come to the hospital or give me a call if you get this shit. Or don't if you're still on your high-horse, I don't care. Bye." And he didn't have to hang up because the voicemail timer ran out. He pressed end call and tossed his phone back on the table with a thunk.
Katsuki was tired and so he leaned back and slid down the elevated bed as he closed his eyes and entered into a deep restless slumber.
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Published May 11, 2019
Edited July 12, 2022
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