Suffocation.

Finale.

Bakugou's face scrunched up in pain. Eyes tightly shut, lip trembling as he bit down harshly, and his eyebrows knit together. He bent forward, pulling his knees up to his chest as he threw his head against them. The only thing giving him comfort was the fluffy and soft white blanket, over his head and hunched shoulders, giving him a safety net away from the world.

'God fucking damnit...you idiot!' The young blonde internally chided to himself.

Now here he sits, in his dark room covered by a pathetic blanket, trying to seek comfort in any way he can. He knows he has to be strong as he usually is, but this time he just can't help it. Everything fucking hurt. He was clawing tightly at his chest as he heaved in breaths and felt his heart about to burst. It felt too suffocating in his own head, in his own body. He just wanted out. Out of whatever fucked up reality he's living in currently.

He's at his fucking breaking point. He's lived through 16 years of hell and he already feels like he's about to give up. His thoughts are conflicting, through being so exhausted from everything but also wanting to give the world a big 'fuck you' and stay strong. Unfortunately, he's just a kid.

Sometimes, he forgets that other normal teenagers haven't even gone through a quarter of the shit he has. Everything that has happened is rushing through his mind rapidly, only making his heart speed up more. All the way back when he was kidnapped by a villain at 14. The feeling of being suffocated as his hands feverishly clawed at the slime entering his body. At that moment, he truly felt like he was going to die. Ever since then, he would constantly suffer from panic attacks often whenever he felt like he was being restrained or held down. Then again, that never stopped him from wanting to be a hero.

The next even that flashed across his mind was the U.A. Sports Festival. He let out a shaky bitter laugh as he remembered. He remembered waking up being tied to a cement block with a muzzle effectively restraining him from speaking. He woke up in a dark basement, not being able to see around him, his vision blurry as he slowly was brought up by a platform. At the very first moment he woke up, his breath quickened very rapidly as he was once again, restrained. He couldn't move. All of his senses went into overdrive as he felt the harsh light against his face and the loud announcements and crowd of the arena.

He remembered struggling against everything. It was all too much. Too fucking much. Too loud, too bright, too tight. He was screaming at the top of his lungs against the muzzle all the while burning his hands to a crisp as he tried to explode the bulky metal around him. He couldn't restrain his quirk, letting it blast wildly inside the metal restraints. That very moment left the blonde aching to be let free, but no. They kept him there for the entirety of the arena and the world to see him as a 'wild beast'. At that time, what he was being seen as was the last of his concerns. He just wanted to take a big fresh gulp of air without heaving. He just wanted to fucking breathe.

Next thing that flashes through his head was the training camp incident. He can never trust anyone behind him anymore. He hates having to flinch every time someone from his 'squad' jumps and wraps an arm around his shoulders and neck. All because of the studid fucking league. Everytime he lies down to sleep all he can remember is the searing hot hand on his neck, pulling him into the suffocating abyss as he watched his sight close in. It was once again, too fucking much, but he got through it.

"Barely..." Bakugou spoke out sarcastically at his thoughts with a hoarse voice. "Gahh- God fucking damnit!" He yelled in frustration, letting the sobs he's been holding in for hours, to finally rack through his body.

He felt so small as he curled in on himself. His shoulders shook violently as he cried the hardest he has ever. He brought his hands up to his own hair, tightly tugging at his blonde locks. His chest only felt like it was getting tighter by the minute. Desperately clawing at whatever he could, as if it would help alleviate the pain.

Big hot tears burned down his cheeks, leaving trails where they came. Sobs were being loudly ripped from his throat, leaving it sore.

"GOD DAMNIT IM SO FUCKING TIRED!" He yelled as loud as he could, not caring whether anyone would hear him or not. He was too exhausted to care.

He knew he couldn't bring himself to say anything though. He knows he's weak for not being able to speak up, but his stupid pride kept him from saying anything. He didn't want to be viewed as weak more than he already did himself.

Loud gasps escaped from his mouth because he truly felt like he couldn't fucking breathe. In a rush, he quickly threw the blanket off from him, the safe space it made now felt all too suffocating.

'Too much too much too much too much too much' His mind repeating on and on, like a mantra.

He rocked himself back and forth on his bed, the sudden coolness of his room finally getting to him.

The blonde once again chuckled bitterly to himself, "I can't do shit but just keep living through every hellish day, no matter how hard I try to get a break..."