"Babe. what happened."

I get angrier by the second. I know when she is lying and i hate it.

"I said nothing! OKAY?"

Y/n shouted at me. She has never shouted before so i decide to leave it for the time being.

"Y/N!! KATSUKI!! DOWNSTAIRS!! DINNER!!"

My mom yells from downstairs. Y/n sighs and gets up. She opens the door and stops to look at me.

"Are you coming?"

"Tell my mom ill be down in a sec."

I look at her as she walks out, closing the door. She seems as annoyed as me but i brush it off and go to my bathroom.

I go to the toilet and something catches my eye. I finish and clean up before leaning down to see what caught my eye.

Low and behold, a pocket knife stored away under the cabinet. I pull it out and flick the blade out. To my suprise, there was blood on it.

"Fuck y/n.. why..."

My eyes swell with tears. I slip the pocket knife into my pocket and wipe my face before walking downstairs to see my mom, y/n, dad and one of dads friends sat at the table.

"Heyy katsuki! How are you doing?? Long time no see! This your girlfriend? She is a right looker 'aint she!"

He looks at me. His smug face smiling at me. I hate him so much, i dont know why, i just do. His vibe is just off for some reason.

"Fine thanks. Yeah she is my girlfriend. Also, the name is bakugo. You dont call me that."

I sit down next to y/n and smile, leaving everything from the bathroom for later.

She smiles back at me and looks over at mitsuki.

"What did you make for dinner, darling?"

My dad asks my mom as she gets up.

"I made my famous lasagne!! I thought, since y/n hasnt ever tried it, i should make it"

She smiles and so does y/n. Weird.. she is usually nervous around food. Huh..

"So.. i just gotta say y/n. Youve got a beautiful body. Nice and big."

My dads friend speaks to y/n. She looks up, confused and almost offended.

"H-huh..?"

She stutters back to him.

"Yeah! I mean, most models like you are far too small. Its nice to see someone like you!"

I have no idea what he means, im pretty sure he means her height but im not sure she takes it that way.

"I-im going.. upstairs. I feel sick. Sorry for wasting your lasagne.."

She stands up and apologises to my mom before rushing upstairs to, presumably, my room.

I glare at my dads friend and he looks back at me confused. I help my mom set the table before she tells me to go check on y/n.

I walk upstairs to hear things moving around. Huh..?

I stay quiet and walk into my room, the noise is coming from my bathroom. I hear y/n talking to herself.

"No.. no no. Where is it.. i need a distraction.. im a fucking idiot. Ive fucking lost it."

The sound of things being thrown around frantically can be heard shortly after. I open the bathroom door to see y/n sat on the floor infront of the sink cabinet, everything that was once inside it was now on the floor.

"Whats wrong..?"

"Oh.. i- uh.. need a glass.. yeah. For water"

I look up to the sink and see the glass that is there every day, then back down at her.

She smiles awkwardly and continues looking. I pull out the pocket knife and dangle it above her.

"Is this what youre looking for..?"

She looks up and seems alarmed.

"Y-yeah.. can i have it back..?"

"What for."

I look at her, she gets up and attempts to grab it out of my hand.

"To.. uh.. sharpen my pencil.. yeah.. i wanted to draw to calm me down and my sharpener broke."

I know she is lying. I can tell by the way her eyes dart from one place to another.

"Mhm..?"

"Yeah now give it back."

She jumps up and down, trying to catch the item in my hand. I look into her eyes, then at her hoodie, then at the knife then back to her eyes.

"I know what youve been doing."

She immediately stops jumping and looks at the ground.

"W-what do you mean.."

"Y/n.. take off your hoodie."

"What? Noo i dont have a bra on??"

She attempts to make me laugh but i am serious. I try to control my anger but it overtakes all of my emotions.

"TAKE IT OFF."

I accidentally make her jump but i honestly want to know. She looks at the ground and slowly takes her hoodie off to reveal her scarred arms, some so old that you cant tell how old they are, some that look like they were done a few hours ago. There was dry blood around some of them..

"Baby.."

"Are you dissapointed..?"

She looks into my eyes with her sadness.

"No. Of course not. I just want to help."

I pull her into a hug, she immediately relaxes a little.

"Katsuki.."

"Yeah..?"

"Please dont leave me.."

I hug her tighter, annoyed that she would think i would ever leave her.

"I wont. I promise baby.."

I feel her smile against my body. I pick her thighs onto my hips and sit her on the sink.

"What are you doing?"

She looks at me and half smiles. I bend down and grab the first aid kit from the floor.

"I need you to promise me you wont do this again."

She nods.

"I know its hard. I know we fuck up sometimes but if you ever feel like you need to, come to me or call me or text me. I dont care how, but talk to me.. okay?"

She nods again, tears filling her eyes. I smile and kiss her forehead before tending to her wounds.

~time skip~

I finish cleaning up the wounds on her arms and help her off the sink. I ran out of bandages but it will do for now. She smiles at me and puts my hoodie on before i take her hand carefully.

I lead her to my bed and sit down next to her.

"This might not be the best time to mention.. but im pretty sure you have an eating disorder.."

"B-but-"

She looks at me, about to explain how she "doesnt"

"No. You do. Im going to try and help you, but if i cant i will have to turn to more professional help. Okay?"

She sighs and nods in defeat. I lift her chin up to look at me.

"Shall we go downstairs and try my moms lasagne? Im not expecting you to eat alot, i just need you to eat as much as you can, okay? Even if its just a few mouthfulls."

She looks into my eyes and i smile. She nods at me and we head downstairs.

Before we enter the kitchen, i turn to her.

"Would you be okay with me telling my mom about this?"

She shakes her head. I understand, it is a bit early.

"Okay, how about only the food stuff.. yeah?"

She sighs and accepts. I feel it is for the best. I wrap my arm around her waist and we walk into the kitchen.

My mom is collecting everyones empty dishes exept mine and y/ns which are still full.

I glare over at my father and his friend, they dont notice because theyre talking away about some stupid event.

Y/n hesitates but i sit down and she sits down next to me.

"Well. We are going to go! We have a fishing/camping trip so yeah! Cya kids!"

My dad says before he and his friend get up and walk out of the door.

"Want me to heat up your dinners?"

My mom asks, i look at her.

"Can i speak to you outside please."

"Oh.. yeah sure?"

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If u see a spelling mistake pls either ignore it or just politely correct it in a comment. Dont have a go at meh :3

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