Wake up | KiriBaku

Chapter Five

Bakugos pov

I awoke from my slumber. A nightmare to be exact. I was dripping in sweat. It felt like needles digging into me. Though this felt normal. Wake up from the same nightmare every night, it was nothing new. I grab my phone off the charger, my phone reading 3:21 am. I groan, getting out of bed. I walk out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. I walk in seeing the light on, indicating that there was someone else in their. Mina was in there eating a bowl of cereal. She looked over her shoulder seeing me. 

"Hey Bakugo! What are you doing up?" She asked while throwing her dirty bowl into the sink. I could ask her the same thing, but i didn't . 

I grab a cup from the cupboard, "Nightmare." I say plainly. I then start to fill the cup up with water. 

"What was it about?" She asks trying to be friendly. 

"It doesn't concern you." I bark at her. Her face turned frighted. What was I doing all she was trying to do was be a good friend and I can't even be kind back. I didn't want to hurt her, but it just came out.. I never think before doing anything that just how I am. I look down at the ground regretting everything that just came out of my mouth. "I'm sorry..." My coice was very soft. Why do I always fuck shit up?

Mina looked at me and sighed, "Bakugo your fine." she said before walking off to what i can only assume is her room. Why can't I just try and be a good friend for once. It's like something was prohibiting me from doing that. 

I let out a sigh, my thoughts are literally going to be the death of me. I put the glass down and went back up the stairs to my room. I lay back down on the bed. I notice that Kirishima is not in my bed anymore. I guess he got up and went back over to hid bed. I mean of course, who would want to sleep with me.. I'm not cute.. No one likes me. I just fuck everything up. Every relationship I have. Plus we all know that Kirishima doesn't really like me. 

A tear slowly went down my face as more aggravating thoughts enter my head. No one likes you. A voice said on my mind. Though this one sounded dark and sinister. At this point slight sobs were escaping my lips. I tried to keep quite it just didn't work. You're just a toy to him. The same voice said. I could hear shuffling coming from the other side of the room, but I paid no mind to it. That was until i felt firm arms wrap around me. I look up to see Kirishima, but it was no surprise. I knew I was going to end up waking someone up. I'm loud and annoying. 

He pulled me into his lap. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck wrapping my arms around his torso. This embrace felt just like what my mom used to give me, when I would let her. It felt nice. 

"Hey... What happened?" I didn't know if I should tell him or not. It wasn't anything serious. Just thoughts. So of course I did the only thing I though rational.. 

I jumped off of him yelling, "Leave me alone. You don't need to know anything." His face looked hurt and distorted,. I do't blame him,

Thats when he yelled what I thought he would never say, "Know what I don't get why I'm helping you. Your just a little bitch. You just fuck with people. Watch I bet your depression is just you looking for more attention on yourself." My eyes went wide. I got up off the bed and slid on my shoes and threw my jacket on. I don't get how people could say something like that. 

Then I just walked out. Not looking back. I couldn't deal with anything anymore. Why would he just lie to me? Saying that he Accutally cares, then stabs me in the back! I felt lost. Broken.

I was running out of there. I knew I couldn't be long because we had school in the morning. I sat down at bench that was under cherry blossom tree. It felt calming. That no one was going to harm me. The pedals just fell perfectly onto the ground, but I still felt distraught. That nothing was worth fighting for. I was on the edge of getting to my breaking point. And no one would be able to fix me. Yea you can pick up the broken pieces but will you be able to put them back together? Be able to fix the Broken? No, that's irrational. I'm like a cup on the edge of a counter, bound to fall and shatter at any given moment.