The Outlet (Depressed/Suicidal/Abused Bakugou)

Chapter 16: Leave

⚠️WARNING: SELF-DEPRECATING HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE⚠️

Recovery girl smiles slightly and hurries to Bakugou's side, opposite Kirishima. As she begins to check Bakugou's current health measurements, Kirishima takes a deep shaky breath and scoots back up to Bakugou's bedside from his awkward spot. His brows scrunch in concern as he puts a second hand on top of where his and Bakugou's hands connect. His red eyes, glossy with tears, look desperately at Bakugou's face.

"Come on, Bakugou," Kirishima whispers. "Please wake up now."

After a moment of stillness, Kirishima's lip begins to tremble. Until one of Bakugou's eyes twitch. The redhead jolts and gasps, forcing himself to stay still as he gnaws nervously on his lip. He watches as two crimson orbs peek out through pale lashes before they squint and hide away again. Bakugou's face scrunches slightly.

"Ba-Bakugou?" Kirishima stutters to the other boy. "Do you hear me?"

The eyes peek open again, squinting so only small lines of red can be seen, but Bakugou's voice, raspy from disuse, responds, "The fuck? Shitty Hair?"

A small, broken chuckle wrenches itself from Kirishima's chest. "Y-yeah, bro. It—It's me."

Bakugou's eyes are slowly widening to their normal size, and his brows scrunch up as he becomes angry at his own confusion. "The hell have you been whining about? Ya sound like Deku after he's been crying about meeting some D-rank hero in person."

Kirishima sniffles and wipes his nose, a small smile now shining from his face despite the tears that flow down it. "Bro. Th-that isn't very nice."

Bakugou huffs, now looking around the room. "Why am I in the fucking nurse's office?"

Recovery Girl pops up onto a stool next to Bakugou, startling his slightly, but he tries to play it off with grumbles about how "old people shouldn't move quickly and pop up places." The old woman raises a brow and asks, "Bakugou, what do you remember last? Where were you, etc.."

Bakugou rolls his eyes at the dumb question. "I was in the common area—" Crimson eyes widen and Bakugou's breath hitches suddenly. Any color that Bakugou has gained quickly leaves his complexion as his gaze slowly drops to his hands. A bone-chillingly straightforward statement falls from the boy's mouth.

"I tried to kill myself. With my own explosion."

Kirishima scrunches his eyes closed but can't stop the tears cascading down his face. He drops onto his knees, still hanging desperately onto Bakugou's hand as he buries his face into the side of the bed.

Bakugou shows no reaction, staring at his sheets blankly, until he turns his empty gaze towards Kirishima. "What did you do?" he asks emptily.

Kirishima pulls his face up to look at his friend, face a teary and blotchy red mess. "W-what?"

"It was you, wasn't it? Like fucking usual? Why did you save me?"

Kirishima's sad eyes become covered in confusion. "Wh-what do you mea-ean, 'why'?" he hiccups out.

Bakugou turns to look forward again. "I'm disgusting, aren't I? You think I'm normal but I'm not. Kirishima..." A single tear, unaccompanied by noise, escapes Bakugou's eye, flowing silently onto his cheek. "Kirishima, I'm gay. I'm a guy and I like men. You said I'm normal but I'm not!" he spats. "You should've just let me die and not dealt with all of my fucking crap. You don't need to deal with this."

Kirishima looks heartbrokenly up at Bakugou and splutters through his tears, "N-no! When I... when I said you're n-normal, I kn-knew already!"