Looking Back

If I Saved You

TW: Depression, Abuse, Self-harm, Death
(The song I chose for this was Dynasty by Miia)

Third P.O.V

"Get the fuck out of my seat."

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

He was silent.

"I asked you a goddamn question." The blond pushed him roughly, but still, the raven-haired teen was quiet.
"Well fuck it I guess you bastard."

X
One month later...

"Bakugou?"

"What nerd?"

"Have you ever...I- nevermind it's stupid."

"It obviously isn't."

"Have you ever been so done with it all that you wanted it to end?"

"No." His response was instant and sure.
"Those who give up are weak. If you make it through then you're strong, and using others for help is weak too. If you can't do it yourself then you're hopeless."

Kirishima fell silent, eyes downcast as he dropped his head a bit.
Bakugou watched curiously through narrowed eyes.
In this world you can't be weak. He'll get over it...

He didn't.
All he did was suffer in silence.
The worst way to go about it.

X
Two years later...

Stumbling through the crowded streets, ignoring the calls of his timid father and livid mother from his house.
Fuck them, fuck this, fuck everyone.
No one controlled Bakugou Katsuki, he was the ruler of his own life.
Just back from America and this is the welcome I get?

The seventeen-year-old raced ahead, excitement sprouting from his chest and reaching the tips of his fingers, filling him with warmth. He was happy. A foreign feeling. Yet he welcomed it.
Small moments of happiness helped fill the void that consumed his thoughts and covered his wrists with grisly scars.

"Kirishima!" The pink-haired girl shouted, her face glowing with childish joy and wonder.

"C'mon Sero, hurry up!" Denki called, catching the raven-haired boy's wrist to tug him along.
"We can't let him win the bet, I'm gonna end up broke!"

"Then you shouldn't have bet that much." The lanky boy shrugged, yet continued to put on speed in hopes of catching the swift redhead.

Said teen allowed a small smile to grace his features, allowing his sharp teeth, a birth defect he was quite self conscious about, to be on full display. The smile covered up for his eye bags, the constant sadness in his scarlet eyes, his hair that was messily thrown into a ponytail, and even his tired posture. For one moment, one second, he was normal.
Normal.
A word that means the world to some, while others laugh because there was no 'normal'.

Normal can be so much, yet so little at the same time.
Normal could be routine.
Normal could be someone who was always smiling, because their optimistic personality was always there, or someone who was always frowning.
Normal could be boring.
Normal could be something always happening.
Normal could be a repetition of things or... normal could be nothing.

Really, it just depends how you look at it.

To Kirishima, the normal he wanted was a healthy, drug-free life where he didn't have to fight himself mentally each day just to survive.
Because sometimes you get so, so, tired of fighting.
And those days had come, where he almost gave up, but it was like they knew.
Either Mina, Denki, or Hanta would show up to lift his spirit. That's why it never happened. Because he would always remember why he was there. Why he hadn't given up yet.