With a small sigh the teen walked into the bathroom before locking the door behind him with a soft click. He then slowly walked towards the sink and looked into the small mirror that's hanging over it. Katsuki's red eyes were glassy and dull and he had deep purple bags under his eyes, making it obvious he hadn't slept well in weeks, maybe months.
While the blonde looked at himself, fresh tears made it's way down his red tinted cheeks, only to be wiped away forcefully. His feelings were all over the place at the moment, switching between anger, annoyance and deep sadness. The boy had felt like this for months now even tho he had hoped the feelings would go away after the dorms were implemented but they only seemed to make it worse.
All around him were people that were better than him in some ways, better grades, better families or better lives in general. His classmates were happy and excited to do loads of things while Katsuki just wanted to fall asleep without ever having to get back up again, it was unfair. The teen stood there, staring in the mirror and thinking about his feelings for a while, letting his anger at the world and himself build up until it consumed him completely.
With a rather loud yell the blonde punched the wall a few times before accidentally hitting the mirror, breaking it in the process. Shocked the teen took a step back when the mirror shattered, making pieces of glass fly everywhere. Shaking Katsuki then looked down at his fist, scowling at the blood running down his hand, dripping onto the floor and forming a small puddle on the tiles.
The sight of his blood didn't bother the blonde as much as he thought, as much as it probably should have, instead it made him feel weirdly content. Slowly he brought his injured hand up, closer to his face, so he could take a better look at it. His knuckles were swollen and starting to turn purple while also being torn and split open from the glass.
Still crying the young teen looked at the glass shards that were now littering the ground, almost surrounding him completely, like a weird kind of aureole. The smaller shards were glittering in the light while the bigger parts let him get another, slightly distorted, look at his tear stained face.
Even tho his eyes still looked empty and glassy, he was now smiling slightly, most certainly because of the blood running down his arm, drawing pretty lines towards his elbow before forming fat drops that fell down, making the puddle beneath grow bigger.
Katsuki stood there for a long time, just watching the blood run down his arm while listening to the sound it made when hitting the tiles. He was only brought out of his trance when he noticed that the noise had stopped. Disappointed he tore his eyes away from the blood on the floor, looking at the slightly dried blood on his arm with another deep frown.
Feeling the emotions creep back up he growled lightly before looking back at the floor. There was a big shard of glass, reflecting the light perfectly, that caught his eye. Carefully he took a step forward, wincing a bit when he felt glass penetrating the skin on his feet. Shaking he then picked up the shard with his busted hand and gripped it tightly, causing a new wave of blood to ooze out of his hand and down his arm.
Still looking at the glass, he could see his mouth curling into a smile once more, it was small and almost insignificant compared to the dead look in bis eyes but at least it was a real smile.
Still trembling the teen moved the shard towards his left, unharmed arm. With a clear goal in mind he started cutting a long line from his wrist towards his elbow, watching the blood flow out of the wound with an amazed glint in his eyes. The emotions that clouded his mind only a minute ago where gone now, replaced by the overwhelming calmness brought by the bright lines of red running down his arm.
With an eerie calmness Katsuki then took the shard into his other hand and repeated the same action on his other arm, making him feel weirdly at ease. Carefully the young teen then sank down onto the ground after he caught himself swaying slightly.
Not wanting the blood to stop flowing he brought the glass back up to his arm, starting to cut smaller lines next to the first one. After only a few more cuts he was interrupted by his bathroom door being bust open. He startled violently before he turned his head towards the noise only to stare into two pairs of eyes.
Krirshima and Kaminari stood there, staring at him in complete and utter shock, their eyes moving all around the room in a frenzy only to stop on the glass in his hand. Seconds went by feeling like ages in which no one moved before Katsuki let go af the glass shard, making it fall onto the ground with a loud clirring sound. The noise broke the two boys still standing in the dorway out of their stupor.
"Katsuki?" Kaminari's voice was small and full of despair, matching his face which was pulled into a grimace. Krirshima was still looking at Katsuki with horror clouding his features, both boys had silent tears running down their faces and were trembling already when they moved towards the blonde.
With shaking hands the two of them quickly wrapped Katsuki's arms in towels before they looked at each other. Nodding slightly Kirishima stood up and ran out of the room without saying anything. Katsuki could hear him scream for Aizawa in the distance but his eyes were glued to the white towel now taking on a red hue.
Loud sniffling broke his concentration and he looked up, right into the misty eyes of his friend. Denki was crying while clutching Katsuki's arms desperately. The blonde didn't know if he should try to explain his actions but the more he thought about it the less sense his explanations made. He miserably tried to come up with a reason for his actions but he couldn't think of anything except that he just wanted his feeling to stop.
When Katsuki realized the gravity of his actions the teen started crying as well. Sobbing and shaking he curled in on himself while Kaminari tried to comfort him as best as he could without removing his hands from the towels which were now almost completely tainted red and slippery.
A few minutes went by like that, the two boys sitting on the ground, one clutching bloody towels amd mumbling comforting words over and over while the other completely fell into despair. The older boy was crying desperately, almsot hyperventilating while clenching his fists. He had tried to rip his arms away from Kaminari to bring them closer to his chest but the other boy didn't let him.
After a while strong hands gripped Katsuki's shoulders, startling the crying teen greatly. With wide eyes the blonde turned around and looked into the concerned face of his favorite teacher. "Bakugou, kid, I need to get you to recovery girl." His voice was firm but held a gentle edge to it, making the injured boy relax a little.
Carefully Aizawa took Katsuki's arms and removed the red towels to look at the still slightly bleeding wounds. The gashes weren't as deep as they looked initially and it didn't seem like he had nicked any major blood vessels which made Aizawa sigh in relief. His worried gaze roamed over the blonde teen to look for more injuries but his arms and his knuckles were the only things he notiiced right away.
Slowly the underground hero stood up and pulled his student with him until they reached the teens bed where Eraser sat him down gently. Directly after that the older man went back into the bathroom to get the first aid kit while the other two teens stayed with Katsuki, talking to him with soft voices the blonde couldn't hear.
The only thing the injured teen could hear was static that was only interrupted by the continuous sound of his blood dripping onto the white tiles. He knew that he shouldn't hear it anymore but the noise wouldn't leave his head. While he sat there, deaf to the world around him and staring at the ground in front of him, Aizawa started to take care of his arms and his hand.
The blonde didn't even flinch when his teacher disinfected the wounds to bandage them, he also stayed still when Aizawa poked at his knuckles to look for glass that could still be inside his wounds. Kaminari and Kirishima were still sitting next to their friend, still comforting him, rubbing his back and talking quietly to him.
A few moments later Aizawa noticed the blood on the teens feet and sighed before also treating the small cuts littering Katsuki's feet. After a minute or two all of his injuries were patched up but he didn't move an inch, still only staring at the ground. Only seconds later he realized that he could finally hear his friends again, their voices shook but they still brought a sense of calmness the teen appreciated.
While Katsuki was just staring blankly with tears running down his face Kirishima and Kaminari were crying and sniffling while they talked to him, saying things like, "You'll be alright Bakubro.", and "We'll take care of you." In any other situation Katsuki would have told them to fuck off but not now, now he needed his friends, desperately so. The sounds and feelings all around came rushing back to him in waves now, making him shake uncontrollably.
Slowly he raised his head to stare at his trembling hands, resulting in his eyes to widen and his breath to hitch in shock. He now realized what this must look like, what his friends and his teacher thought he did, making him shake even more.
With a scared expression the teen looked at his teacher and let out a broken whisper, "I didn't mean to. I didn't- I didn't mean to!" After that Katsuki started sobbing again, falling into his teachers warm embrace. Aizawa started rubbing circles into his back and whispered reassurances into the blondes hair for a while before he finally adressed the other teens sitting on the bed.
"You can go now, I'll bring him to recovery girl.", His voice was still soft and relatively quiet in contrast to the loud sobbs coming from the boy in his arms. Krirshima and Kaminari looked at him with wide eyes before both of them shook their heads. "We'll come with you!", "Yeah we won't leave Kacchan alone now!" Their eyes shimmered with tears but there was so much determination in them that Aizawa just sighed before nodding.
With that the teacher stood up, pulling Katsuki up with him before the four of them made their way to recovery girl, walking relatively slowly so they wouldn't agitate the blondes wounds too much. Katsuki had stopped his sobbing by the time they walked through the common room but the other two were still crying rather obviously. Only Midorya, Uraraka, Tokoyami and Todoroki were still sitting on the couches, playing an old game Kaminari had brought.
Midorya, without turning around said, "There you are, we were kinda worried-", his carefree statement came to a halt when he saw the expression on Uraraka's face. With wide eyes he turned around only to freeze when he saw his childhood friend.
Bakugou looked exhausted, his eyes were rimmed red and glassy, the teen was pale and his clothes had so much blood on them. The teen was trembling and his right fist was clutching their teachers arm tightly. He looked like a scared child and not like the fearless hero everyone always saw him as.
The Green haired boy just stared for a few seconds while Aizawa continued to walk through the room towards the front door, still followed by Kirishima and Kaminari who initially left to ask Bakugou if he wanted to join them, twenty minutes earlier.
Even when Aizawa opened the front door to leave, the teen didn't move as he was too confused, too scared, to react. At first he thought villains might have attacked but Aizawa would have told them about that. After a few minutes of him just staring at the wall, mumbling about possible theories he heard someone say his name multiple times.
Blinking he looked at Todoroki who stared at him with his usual blank expression. Midorya opened his mouth to respond before he closed it again when a thought crossed his mind. With determination clouding his features he quickly ran up the stairs following the bloody footsteps into the bathroom as he was certain the explanation had to be in there.
Maybe the villain that hurt Kacchan was already apprehended and in there still? While he ran Midorya could hear footsteps follow him and his name being called multiple times but he didn't turn around or stop as he had to know what happened to Kacchan.
When he finally reached the bathroom he froze once again as dread settled deep in his stomach. There was broken glass everywhere, blood was pooling on the ground and there even were blood splatters on the wall next to the broken mirror. Tears started to pool in his eyes and his body began to tremble as he stared at the scene in front of him, realizing what must have happened.
A shocked gasp from behind him startled him out of his trance and he looked towards his left where Uraraka stood with a hand covering her mouth. Slowly he looked back at the glass and whimpered when he saw a big piece at the centre, covered almost completey in blood.
With a whispered, "Oh Kacchan.", the teen turned around and sprinted towards recovery girls office. He heard his friends call after him once more but the only thought on his mind was his childhood friend. He needed to see him, needed to see he was fine, that he was alive. Midorya was panting amd breathless by the time he finally reached recovery girls office. With careful steps he walked inside, he could hear his teacher talking and someone else crying but he couldn't make out who exactly it was.
In the back of his mind he asked himself if Kacchan even wanted to see him but he just shook his head. They had started to build up their friendship again a while ago so this had to be alright. When he finally saw Kacchan he took in a staggered breath, drawing the attention of the people in the room towards him. Kacchan looked surprised but not angry so Midorya took a few hesitant steps forward.
"Kacchan?", His voice sounded weak and small but full of hope. The teen desperately wished that he wouldn't be pushed away, that he wouldn't be screamed at for being here.
At first the other teen didn't say anything, he just stared at Midorya with sad, teary eyes but after a few seconds Katsuki sighed and said, "Izuku."
The green haired teen sobbed in a weird sense of relief and jumped at Kacchan, hugging him close and pressing his head against Bakugou's chest. Both boys were crying, one louder than the other, while the other three just watched them for a while.
Even after a few minutes went by, Midorya didn't let go of Bakugou, he just stayed with him, holding onto him tightly to make sure he really was alive. The other two teens sat next to Katsuki's bed, still crying and whispering reassurances while their teacher looked at them with a deep sadness in his eyes.
The four of them knew that a lot of things would change now, that Bakugou needed more help than he let on. They also knew that they would be there for him, that they would help him through whatever it is that plagues his mind.
They knew they could help him and they will.