Kirishima's POV
It's not my fault. I cant control it anymore.
It's like a routine now, I get in the shower every night, cutting.
One for not smiling.
Two for failing tests.
Three for being myself twice today.
And five for falling in love.
Eleven cuts; not to mention a few extra ones just for good measure.
I cry for around twenty minutes in the shower, before I finally get out. I skip the medicine process of bandaging and, looking solemnly at the small trash can beside the sink that's filled with bloody bandages, I take out a roll of fresh gauze.
I wrap my whole arm in it, and the other also. I put on an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. I wear long sleeves no matter the weather; i can't let people see what I do.
This goes on for weeks, until, finally...
10:17 PM, right after Kiri's shower, he makes more cuts in his room.
I finish up one more cut near the inside of my elbow when I hear a fierce knock on my door.
"Open up, Shitty Hair!"
Fuck. It's Bakugou. I quickly shove the blade into the drawer, but I don't have time to roll down my sleeves. He broke the door down, and I stare up at him in fear. He's staring at my cuts, from fresh to old, with three emotions on his face; anger, sadness, and fear.
"Bakugou, I—"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He looks me in the eyes with tears. My heart shatters.
"I-I never meant to hurt anybody, I-I just... always thought i'm never good enough..." I stutter.
"WHAT THE FUCK, EI?!" He screams. I look up at him again in fear. He notices my face and clearly tries to calm down. He quietly goes in to the bathroom and retrieves the gauze. He slowly and carefully wraps my wrists, and I'm shaking.
"I-I'm sorry, Katsu..." I sob, tears streaming down my face as he secures the bandages. I feel strong, comforting arms pull me into a tight hug. We're standing now, his arms around my neck, mine around his waist, me crying into his shoulder.
"Ei... i hate that you did this. And I hate myself for not being there." He says, holding my shoulders as he pulls away, looking into my eyes.
"Please, you shouldn't blame yourself..." I say, guilt rising in my stomach.
"But I will! Because I wasn't here! I should've picked up your clues, if I weren't so wrapped up in myself this ne-never wou-would've h-ha—" Katsu broke down there, crying into my chest. "I-I just f-fucking love y-you Ei..."
My breath hitches. He loves me?
I pull away from the hug, looking into his eyes with a shocked expression.
"Fuck, I shouldn't have—"
"I love you, Katsu." I say, a bright smile on my face. His face lights up, and he kisses me passionately. We pull apart and I lay my forehead on his, a small grin on my face.
"My little pomeranian~"
