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☆Day 2☆
After I spent all night reassuring Shoto's friends that he was doing fine, it was Day 2.
It had been hours after morning and he hadn't got out of bed. The only time he did was for food or the bathroom, but usually I'd get him his food myself.
But he never let me inside the bedroom.
I started feeling like some slave being ordered around, "Don't come in here, Katsuki", "Just get me something to eat, Katsuki".
He still wasn't answering anyone's messages, since some of them informed me of such. What was he even doing in there? I wasn't allowed in my own bedroom all day.
Even now, long after these events, I'm still not certain what he had been doing that whole time.
"Shoto?" I called out, knocking on the bedroom door lightly. Thinking back to that bedroom makes me sick to my stomach.
"What?!" He yelled, loudly. He'd never yelled at me like that before.
He kept changing by the hour. It just got worse and worse and I never knew what to do.
"What are you doing in there?.."
"Nothing, just piss off!"
I couldn't help but cry at how enraged he was saying that to me. He was becoming a different person,
a person I didn't fall in love with.
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For the second time, Katsuki put down his pencil and hid the notebook. Standing up, he dusted himself off and tried to put his hair back to how he liked it. Well, he wouldn't know anymore, there were no mirrors to look at his most-likely disheveled appearance.
"Oi, Katsuki!"
He turned over to the cell bars to see three of the prison's troublemakers.
"How is it behind those bars, Killer Katsuki?" The other cackled, throwing his head back in infuriating laughter and pointing at him. Ever since he came in and people found out why he was here, he got the label "Killer Katsuki". Oh how he would love to beat the living hell out of these bastards. But he couldn't. Due to certain events that happened while bringing him in, he was in locked in his cell as much as possible, when he wasn't drowning in solitude in the retched room, he was in tight cuffs that made indents in his wrists.
The wrists that Shoto used to kiss and caress whenever Katsuki was anxious, those wrists.
I'd kill you again if I could, he thought with a resentful frown on his face. Bastard.
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Counting Days | TDBK
Hayran KurguMy name is Bakugo Katsuki. I'm going to tell you the story of how I lost the love of my life to his own mind and ended up getting imprisoned for his murder. I'll start the story at Day 1, where it all began. *NO QUIRKS AU* *TODOROKI IS A FUCKIN PSYC...
