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Disclaimer:
I do not own BNHA/MHA. All credit for the series and its characters goes to Horikoshi Kohei.

Warnings:
• Suicidal thoughts/actions, suicide attempt(s).
• Self-harm, self-destructive behaviors.
• Eating disorder(s).
• Alcohol abuse/addiction.
• Abuse, family issues, neglect.
(Potentially more to be added.)

Note:
This story is not intended to encourage or promote any of the warnings present.

Actual description:
I just thought the description would've looked weird since you can't exactly have paragraphs or have proper breaks between paragraphs, so I shortened it to one line. Here's the full thing:

"I've been broken so many times that I can't feel the pain anymore. I'm no one. I'm nothing..."

"Icyhot—"

"If I can't die, what should I do?"

"Live. You're gonna live, dammit. You're gonna get through this."

"Yeah? That's what I thought the first time. No, that's just what I was told. It doesn't get better, Bakugou. It just doesn't..."

. . .

With that out of the way, here's the story y'all probably clicked here for:

Katsuki Bakugou

It was three a.m. The spattering handfuls of liquid sparks that tackled the dormitory started to subside, and so began Bakugou's voyage up to the rooftop. Something about the lingering rainwater after a downpour or the faint drizzle of the rain carried such a distinct, invigorating yet tranquil scent with it.

Once Bakugou arrived at the rooftop of the 2-A dormitory, however, he was momentarily paralyzed in place once he arrived at the perplexing realization that someone else stood upon the roof. The tall figure that loomed in the shadows was swiftly identified as Todoroki. After all, the aura being emanated from the figure pissed Bakugou off, and the figure sure as hell wasn't tall enough to be a damn Deku.

"Oi," Bakugou growled in a whisper while the light spears of rain splashed onto the ground.

Plip, plop…

Todoroki lowered his head from craning his neck to stare up at the bubble bath of smoky clouds above. "Bakugou?" He slipped his hands into the pockets of his…well, whatever he was wearing—it was much too dark to discern that.

"The hell're you up here for at three in the damn morning?" Bakugou replied while stretching out his words with disdain.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Shut it! Answer my question."

Todoroki's inky figure shrugged. "I wanted to be," he aridly murmured.

Bakugou sighed, "Lame-ass answer if I've ever heard one." With a snort, he approached the dual Quirk-user as his feet sloshed against the water on the ground. "Yer fuckin' drenched. How long have you been up here?!" He needed no light source to see that Todoroki's figure was dripping with ink.

"Maybe an hour. I don't know." He tipped his head back to the tenebrous sky; the clouds were beginning to scatter and reveal the painting sealed beneath.

"Then what the hell were you doin' this entire time?"

"Thinking about some things."

Bakugou furrowed his rain-dipped brows. "Like what?"

Todoroki was silent for a moment. "The stars are nice." He dragged a strand of his dripping hair behind his ear.

"Don't you change th—"

"I'm not. I'm not sure why, but to me, the stars look brighter after it's rained. It's calming. I guess…things that you know exist but that you only see sometimes have a stronger appeal after it's supposedly 'rained.'" A slow, visible breath steadily poured out from his lips. "When you've cried all the tears you have to cry out with, doesn't it feel nice to do anything but go back to that for a while? It almost feels like an accomplishment."

What is he going on about? Bakugou pondered while following where Todoroki was looking up towards—a patch of stars crumbling through the clouds. I mean, I guess he's right. That came outta nowhere. Is he tryin' to get me to admit my flaws?!

With a raised brow, Bakugou muttered, "Yeah, sure. So, what about it?" Melancholy blighted the air.

Plit… Plat…

"Sorry."

A twinge of pain slinked through Bakugou's chest. "Why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be apologizing for, so what the hell?" He bit his tongue a bit at his final question.

Todoroki was silent. He simply stared up at the smoggy sea of stars as though they would reveal to him every answer he desired.

"Hey," the vermillion-eyed student grumbled like a roar of thunder.

"Stop."

"What's wrong with you?" Bakugou snapped while Todoroki stepped back from him.

"It would be a long night if I told you, so I won't," the taller of the two sibilated before sighing and returning his tone and lilt to their usual states. "I think we all have stars in our eyes. They look pretty, don't they? Everything has a story to tell. Look further into it, and it becomes more clear. But some things…you just can't reach, even if you see them in front of you. Yet, for some reason, we persist. Is the truth worth the painful journey to find? And if you don't reach it, what then? Was it all futile? I wonder…"

Bakugou was nonplussed as he stared at his classmate. Upon clearing his throat, he uttered, "What's that all supposed to mean?"

"Good question."

With seething brows and boiling cheeks, Bakugou hissed, "Don't throw shit like that at me and not explain yourself!" He grappled onto Todoroki's frigid shoulder that had been saturated with water. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

But why does something not seem right about this all? Bakugou cerebrated while wading in his own astonishment at the fact that Todoroki offered no reaction to his brusque contact. I'm gettin' some shit vibes from this.

Todoroki slovenly shrugged while locking his eyes with two dusky pools of scarlet. "Someone you shouldn't be concerned about." His glacial gaze was as fragile as a slab of steel. "If you want to be number one, then forget about me—unless you want my help with something. Focus on yourself. Don't think I've never noticed the alcohol."

This fucker knows I mix some alcohol with my water?! Bakugou inwardly vociferated. Just knowing I'm drinking it gives me the kick I need. It's not a very strong kick in itself, but I can't be number one if I stay a depressed piece of shit. But fucking hell… Why's it gotta be so damn hard to get better?

"How the fucking shit do you know about that?" Bakugou hissed as he released Todoroki from his grasp.

Closing his eyes, Todoroki shrugged once again. "Even though it's faint, I recognize the odor. It's a very specific one. Bakugou, don't take this the wrong way, but you didn't come up here to jump, did you?" His eyes peeled open again, and through the leaden layer of shadows, Bakugou could feel Todoroki's gaze lancing through his flesh.

Last year, Bakugou thought, I definitely would've. Now that I think about it, this asshole's the reason why I didn't. He was up here. I don't know if he noticed me, but hell, sure got me thinking… If I take the easy way out, I'm letting myself get stepped on by the living. They're all gonna surpass me. Even that fucking grape bastard. No way in hell am I losing to Deku or Icyhot.

Bakugou lightly bit his lower lip. "Tch. Why the hell would I?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Call it a hunch, but I have a feeling that your 'anger' hides a lot of other feelings and thoughts from us."