Chp.7 | Don't need your Pity

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1:03 pm

He didn't eat lunch, despite Izuku's suggestion.

He didn't do anything. He was just laying in his bed, thinking about absolutely nothing up until now.

Aizawa would probably get mad at him. Katsuki hadn't even let him get a word out before he left. Maybe he should stop by his classroom. Although, he knew he'd be in trouble for leaving so abruptly.

He remembered the thing that happened earlier. The voice had told him to cut himself, for recovery girl.

But Bakugo realized, he can't show her that..it wouldn't be the best outcome. So, he'd done that for no reason? Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Deep down, he might be getting close to a thought that he doesn't want to analyze. He couldn't have felt relief from doing that, right?

He let out a sigh, getting a hoodie from his closet. It was a dark red color, a really pretty one. So why was blood the only thing he could think about when he looked at it? He shrugged at the thought, slipping his jacket and shirt off.

Low and behold, the cuts from earlier. The bandages were stained a dark and worn out shade of crimson, actually, it looked more like brown now. He should probably change those bandages before he puts his hoodie on.

When he took the bandages off, he could see all of the marks he made. He wasn't one to be sensitive, but god did he feel like crying just by looking at them. There were so many, and they looked deep. That's why it stung so much earlier. He felt horrible for cutting himself. It felt like shit.

Before he could feel himself tear up, he immediately stuck his arm under the cool, clear water. Katsuki grunted. He dried his arms off and went back to his drawer, getting out some bandages and wrapping his arms as he did before.

They weren't stained. The white cloth somewhat comforted Katsuki. You couldn't see what he had done to himself. He slipped the hoodie over his bare upper body. He looked in the mirror and frowned. He looked..really tired. There were bags under his eyes, he felt so out of place.

He was hungry, though. Extremely hungry. He had to eat something—anything.

He huffed, deciding upon it. Maybe just a quick snack would be fine. It never hurt anybody to just walk to the kitchen for a bit.

He'd realized it would be awkward, for some reason. He never felt awkward like that before, so why now? He had no problem seeing or hearing what others thought about him.

So why all of the sudden? It made him feel a little less confident, to say the least.

He went over to the door, hesitantly twisting the knob. He stopped himself from walking as he noticed something below him.

It was a plate of food.

There was a small note left behind that was his under the tray. He grabbed the note, scanning his eyes over the paper.

The note read,'I know you didn't really want me to do this, but I was really worried;sorry. I bought you some food, it's not good to go without eating! Please eat, even if it's only a little - Deku'

He set the note down gently. Deku. He'd bought him food from the cafeteria without Katsuki even asking him to.

Pity.

Suddenly, he scowled. He threw the note on the ground, exiting his room as he made his way over to Izuku's dorm. He knocked loudly, already annoyed. He'd assumed Izuku would be in here, he's always writing stupid stuff in his damn notebook.

Suddenly, a voice called from behind him,"Kacchan?"

He turned around, feeling stupid as he noticed Izuku directly in front of him now. "Deku." He said in an annoyed tone. "Why are you pitying me? Huh?" His voice was harsh, but you could tell a string of it was full of guilt.

"Uhm.." he looked down to see the food in Katsuki's hand,"I-I was just worried—.."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't—need—your—help?!" He spaced his words to make more of an impact. Why couldn't Izuku just leave him alone? He was always like this, that stupid hero complex got in the way of everything. Katsuki never asked for this, not when they were younger and not now.

"Well, I was just—...sorry." He let out, nervous. "You haven't been yourself lately.." he didn't want to make too much of a scene for other people to hear, they'd definitely get even more upset at Katsuki.

Katsuki had a look of anger spread across his already upset-looking face. "Shut the hell up." He said, putting the plate up to Izuku's chest so it forced him to grab it. "If you do something like this again, I'll kill you." With that, he left back to his dorm; slamming the door behind him.

Izuku stood quietly, frowning slightly.

"He really is a jerk, huh?" Kirishima stated, walking up from behind Izuku.

Izuku jumped a bit, startled by the sudden voice before turning back,"No, he's just..going through stuff." Izuku didn't know exactly what was wrong, but he was determined to help.

Kirishima paused for a moment, furrowing his eyes off to the side before shifting them back to Izuku,"You shouldn't get him stuff, he's always been like this.." you could tell some part of Kirishima still wanted to be Katsuki's friend like always; but there's always an end to every friendship. Even the strong ones.

"He's still a person, though..he doesn't deserve to be upset; even if he doesn't want to tell people." Maybe he was sharing too much, but he didn't want everyone to suddenly hate Katsuki. It was way too sad. Obviously, it was effecting Katsuki too.

"Whatever, man." Kirishima sighed, before walking off.

Katsuki hadn't aten anything all day, will he be okay? Izuku frowned, before unlocking his dorm room. He should probably just throw this away.

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