All Strings Attached

Broken and Unsalvageable

"I'm also worried that the only thing he told us since he left was he's fine and to stop blowing up his phone. Now everything just goes to voicemail and Shinso won't answer anybody's calls or texts either." Uraraka added with a sigh. Bakugo grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening his texts. He had no problem texting me. The blond said to himself as he opened the hundred and something unread texts from Shinso. Most of them were pictures of Midoriya and him being cuddly during rehearsal or posing together with the band. He knew the purple haired man was trying to make him jealous and rile him up, but it didn't work. He only felt numb as he scrolled through the texts and photo's.

He backed out of his texts with Shinso and scrolled down a little to find the green haired man, not surprised when he saw nothing new from him. He knew he was hurting too, and he knew he was the reason for it. He debated in his head for a minute before backing out of his messages as well. If Midoriya hasn't text him, he probably doesn't want to talk at all.

"Maybe he just needs some time." Todoroki added, causing the blond to start listening to their conversation again. "We don't know what happened, but we do know they were supposed to get married. They love each other and I think they're both just hurting and finding their own ways to cope."

"If they still love each other, then why did they break up?" Iida questioned, causing everyone to come up with more theories than they already did.

"Do you think Bakugo cheated on him?" Yaoyorozu asked aloud, causing everyone to look at her.

"Absolutely not." Kirishima responded immediately, shooting the idea down. "I don't think he would ever do anything like that."

"I just figured it was worth bringing up since he's been sleeping around I guess.. do you think Midoriya would have cheated on him?" It was that moment that Bakugo decided he had heard enough. Even if it was just a theory, he wasn't going to let anyone think about the love of his life like that.

"No he didn't." The blond stated as he walked into the common room, tired of listening to what they're saying. "I told him if he got on that flight, I wouldn't be waiting for him when he got back." He stated as he walked up to the brunette, handing her his phone. "If you want to talk to him that badly, call Shinso from my phone, he'll answer."

"Dude, You're here!" Kirishima yelled with a wide smile, thankful his best friend was at least alive.

"Yeah, we have rehearsal today, right?" He asked with a scoff before walking away, not caring to explain himself any further. He heard his friends yelling for him to come back, but he couldn't. Tears were starting to roll down his face and he would be damned if he was going to sit there and cry in front of them. He walked into the elevator and hit the button for his floor. He wasn't sure if he was ready to go back, but he didn't have much of a choice. He had to shower and grab some new clothes. He's been wearing everyone else's clothes the for almost a week and his personal hygiene was mediocre at best.

When the elevator doors slid open, he walked into the hallways and turned for his door. He didn't have his keys on him, but he knew it was unlocked. He paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He slowly opened the door and regretted it immediately. He felt sick to his stomach when the smell of his ex's cinnamon air freshener filled his nostrils. He couldn't do this, he simply wasn't ready. How could he stay in a place that was tainted by everything he lost?

"Just grab some clothes, take a shower and leave." The blond told himself as he slowly made his way through the living room and into their bedroom. He walked passed the bed and over to his dresser. He opened every drawer before digging around and finding a few outfits, knowing he wasn't coming back here anytime soon. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the light, only to pause when he came face to face with his own reflection. He had dark bags under his eyes and hickeys littering the majority of his neck. He had never seen himself look more worn out and pathetic. How much more self loathing could he handle?

Without a second thought, he turned the light off before heading back to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, soaking in the comforting smell his ex left on the sheets. He looked around the slightly messy room from his ex packing last minute things in a hurry. He had never felt more out of place than he did at the moment. He felt like he was in a house that wasn't his, in a body that wasn't his own. His eyes settled on the small red lighter that laid next to a line of candles on the night stand. With a heavy sigh, he picked up the lighter. He turned it over in his hands, thinking back to when they had bought it on a trip. Midoriya had just boughten a new caramel-cinnamon candle and couldn't wait to get home to light it, so they had to make an extra stop for it.

⚠️SELF HARM⚠️

He ignited the lighter, watching the yellow, orange and blue flame flicker. After half a minute, he removed his thumb, letting the flame disappear. He began turning the lighter over in his hand, only to accidentally burn his thumb in the process. Instead of being in his right mind and dropping the lighter, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. He felt a sense of relief when he burned his thumb, like a small weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Without a second thought, he ignited the flame once more. He let the flame flicker for a while before letting it die out, pressing the tip of the lighter to his wrist. Again, he didn't flinch from the pain. It made him feel better, even though it was only a little bit. He spent the next half hour doing that repeated action over and over, until both his arms were covered in patches of burn marks. When he looked at the clock, he noticed he had to be at band practice in just a couple of minutes. Realizing he no longer had time to take a shower, he stood from the bed and threw his clothes into a duffle bag.

He walked back to the bathroom to grab his toiletries, but stopped once more when he saw his reflection. He didn't feel sadness as he stared at his exhausted complexion, he felt anger. Anger with himself for being stupid and doing the things that he's done. Anger that he couldn't keep his emotions in check. Anger that instead of talking to Midoriya right now, they were avoiding each other. All the anger he's been avoiding from sleeping around, being drunk and his new found love of self harm, awoke inside of him as he stared at his reflection. He clenched his fist at his side as he watched the tears roll down his face. When did I become so weak? When did I give up on the people I love and the things I want? When did I become so numb that I didn't even realize the amount of damage I was doing?

His fist flew through the air, shattering the mirror in front of him. He watched his reflection become distorted from the broken glass. For the first time, he let out a small laugh as blood trickled down his hand and onto the floor. When he looked in the mirror, he truly felt the reflection that he saw. Broken, and unsalvageable.