Fixing myself (a KiriDeku fanfic)

Chapter 5

Hello, my readers, that may or may not be reading this. I have nothing to say here. Enjoy.

Kirishima's POV

I took my sweet time getting to Mina's dorm. Luckily, she's on the top floor, leaving me plenty of time to calm my emotions and collect myself. I didn't want to throw up in her dorm.

Once I made it to her dorm, I knocked three times before going in. She, Kaminari, Sero, and Bakugou were sitting in a circle on the floor, waiting for me. There was a clear gap in the circle, between Kaminari and Bakugou.

Dropping my stuff onto the floor by the entrance, I made my way two them and sat between both friends.

"What did you call us here for, bro?" Kami asked. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but words wouldn't come out. I turned my head to the floor again, pulled my bracers off, and held my wrists out in front of me.

Mina was the first to get it. She looked confused, then shocked, and then tears came to her eyes. She lunged at me, wrapping me into a tight up and sobbing into my shoulder. I cried along with her.

At Mina's outburst, everyone instinctively wrapped their arms around me. Mina sobbed into my shoulder, repeating the same phrase over and over, "Why, Kirishima, why?"

After about ten minutes of this, I had to let go. I breathed in a deep breath and exhaled, preparing for the questions. Mina and Bakugou bombarded me with questions while Kaminari and Sero did their best to hold back tears. Everyone was listening in. 

(To make my life easier, Bold = Bakugou, Italics = Mina, and underline = Kirishima) (also, I do not suggest that you induce self-harm. It is very damaging to your physical and mental health. If you're struggling with thoughts like these, please contact a professional)

How long?

F-for about a year now. I started in the last year of middle school.

Why did you start?

I was so stressed about school and friends, and I was a pretty low place in my life. I felt like I wasn't doing enough or that I wasn't good enough. I hated myself and what I was doing and everything about my life, and then I just started. It made me feel better and it eased the stress.

How much?

About once every two days. Sometimes more.

With what?

Anything I could find

******Time skip******

They asked me so many more questions, and only when the sun had long set did they let me leave, and that was with a thousand promises to talk to them or a professional or anyone instead of hurting myself. I left feeling strangely good. I got to explain everything about what had happened and how I felt during that long, long year. I felt lighter, happier. Maybe opening up was a good thing. It was at that moment that I decided. When my friends and My roommate found out, it only made them feel bad. I had to stop, for them, and me. 

I headed back to my dorm

When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed a plate of food had been left out on the table. The plate consisted of eggs, bacon, and some toast. Next to the plate sat a note is semi neat handwriting.

It read:

I noticed you didn't eat breakfast or lunch, and I felt bad so I made you some food.

Enjoy,

Izuku

572 words

I liked writing that chapter. I think I've just screwed myself over because I've strayed too far from the "KiriDeku ship" aspect of the story. I have ideas for later on, but I have to figure out how to bridge them. The next chapter might be total filler, only there for the purpose to connect the interesting parts. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I did, and don't hesitate to leave a comment with something funny a question, tips to make my writing better, or even just to tell me that my writing is trash. I hope you're having a good day.