⒛ᅠ ㅤㅤㅤ𓊆۪ۚKatsuki Bakugo🗯

After All Might retired, Katsuki blamed himself for it. He started failing at everything he'd once mastered; he no longer won fights as often, he no longer shouted like he used to, he no longer trained like he used to. His body and mind deteriorated, and he reached a point where he simply gave up.

He locked himself in his room, only coming out when it was necessary, or sometimes for dinner. Everyone noticed, but you were the one who cared the most. You brought him food when he wasn't looking for it; it was only because of you that he hadn't starved to death yet.

He would receive the plate with difficulty, and when you went to get it, most of the time the food was still untouched.

A few minutes ago you loaded some meat and rice onto a plate, took it to him as usual, and knocked on the door.

There was no response.

You sighed. It was to be expected, but at least he'd mumbled something before. This time, just silence.

Worried, you opened the door. Bakugo… wasn't there. You opened your eyes in surprise and felt everything around you cease to exist. You quickly put your plate aside and began calling out to him.

"Bakugo? Bakugo, my boy, where are you?"

Nothing. But you saw a light in the room; the bathroom. You turned and walked over there. Scared, you opened the door.

Yes, there was Katsuki. Kneeling in front of the toilet, one hand on his chest and the other holding onto the rim. His eyes were filled with tears and his breathing was labored. He turned to look at you, and the tears began to fall even faster.

"My head hurts… I feel sick, I want to throw up."

Katsuki barely had the strength to stand. His body was trembling, his breathing ragged, as if something inside him was breaking. His lips were dry and pale.

He bit his lip hard, the spasms shaking him. There was nothing in his stomach, but his body insisted on expelling a consuming emptiness, a product of the stress and depression that were poisoning him.

"Can't..."

*His voice was barely a whisper

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