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~15~ Surprise!

Kirishima POV

The plan that I created to get Bakugou to go to a therapist isn't going to work if he never lets me go near him! He's been ignoring my calls, texts, everything! I even tried to get the Bakusquad to talk to him and he's ignoring them too!

He's distancing himself from us and it kind of hurts. The last time we met up was like two weeks ago, and it didn't end well and I think he thinks it's going to end like that again, but he needs to talk to us. He needs to talk to me.

He's my closest friend, my best friend, and now he doesn't even want to talk to me. It makes this big fat crush that I have on him even worse. All I want is to see him happy. That's all I ever wanted for him. But he wont let me help, and when I try he shuts me out and ignores me for two goddamn weeks!

I know I shouldn't be complaining. He has the right to want some privacy and alone time, but I'm just worried about him and he hasn't even given me a chance to talk to him and apologise!

Bakugou POV

I feel terrible for yelling at Kirishima. He was just trying to help, and I know that. He didn't warrant a very loud lecture from me about my own trauma, but he got one, and now things are going to be awkward as all fuck when we meet up again. I've just been trying to avoid him and the 'bakusquad' or whatever, but they keep on pushing.

It's nice to know that I have people who care about me, but it's also abso-fucking-lutely terrifying. I don't want to mess up the real friendships I've managed to make like I did with De- Midoriya. I know he was going to commit suicide at one point because of me, and I don't want that to ever happen again. I don't want anyone to die, especially not because of me.

I'm so scared they're going to hate me because I can't handle my own past and emotions. It's my fault I'm like this anyways. It's my fault I'm such a burden.

Oh look at that, I'm crying. Good to know.

This is another reason why I've been keeping to myself. For the past two weeks, I randomly start to cry because I'm a fucking weak ass bitch, and I don't want others to see me doing that. Just because I know I'm weak doesn't mean others have to know as well.

I go over to the fridge to see if I have any food. I only just realised that I haven't eaten anything since the two oreos I had for breakfast yesterday, and I'm kind of starving. I also only just realised that I don't have anything to eat. Looks like I have to go shopping again.

I throw a random hoodie on and grab my keys before getting into my car and driving off. I live pretty close to a big grocery store so I just make my way over there. I guess I should stock up on some food. I don't know if I'll have the energy to go shopping again anytime soon.

I park my car and grab a cart from one of those racks outside before walking in and making my way up and down the aisles, pulling food item after food item into my cart. I go up to the cash register and, thankfully, there's no one else in line. Actually, the store's pretty empty, probably since it's like 2 am right now.

The cashier says something to me while she scans the stuff I got but I don't quite catch what it is.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I ask in the nicest tone of voice I can muster.

"It's pretty late to be out shopping, huh." she repeats.

"Yeah I guess I just ran out of food and remembered to do the shopping now, so here I am." My voice probably isn't much above a whisper and it's also probably emotionless. I think she takes that as a cue that I don't really want to make small talk, and I'm grateful that she shuts up, since that puts less effort on me.