>3rd person POV< ^SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING ^
Bakugo walked into his room and closed the door surprisingly calmly but he wasn't calm... He was far from calm
>Bakugo POV<
My mind was racing, I just did something stupid. Why am I so fucking stupid?! I walked over to my bedside table and opened the drawer underneath it and pulled out a makeshift knife I made out of a broken razor taped to a pencil I stole from Kami's room.
I looked at it for a while and pulled up my shorts exposing my previous scars and cuts from just under 2 days ago, "here we go again" I said under my breath and pressed the blade into my skin feeling the pain worsening each time I pressed it against my thigh, I didn't mind I liked the stinging sensation and seeing the blood it just calmed me so much. It was my way of release I went grabbed my first aid kit from the same drawer; and wrapped my leg in bandages and went to bed... I barely slept last night...
^this chapters short because it wants to be^