[ CRASH! ]

"Sorry! I should probably be more careful, huh?" Apologetically, Mina bowed her head with a sheepish, awkward grin. Her foot was just inches from reaching the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Fortunately, her god speed-like reaction time prevented any accidents from happening any further. 

"Aw man, that is vase looked cool! I could definitely use somethin' like that to make my room back at the dorms look more manly." Kirishima easily lifted the heavy atmosphere with humor and a toothy smile; hastily scurrying over towards the kitchen to retrieve a broom and a pan.

"Here you go, Kirishima. I figured you'd want to help her clean that up." In Sero's hand was a feathered, bristle broomstick ready to be used for the first time in a while. Eyeing the three from the sofa, was a blonde with a short-temper. He was idly sitting by with a refreshing cool glass of iced water, undoubtedly spewing insults towards the pinkette because of her ongoing clumsiness. 

"Are your eyes there for decoration or somethin'? Why are you always so damn reckless..." I habitually scoffed. My opposing hand clenched the rectangular remote and continuously pressed at the arrow keys; surfing the network. Mindlessly, my tired eyes pointed towards the luminescent screen in hopes of finding something entertaining enough to satisfy my high standards. 

"Bakugo! Why you gotta be so mean, man? Plus, it's not like you're one to talk..." My harsh, unforgivable language was reoccurring; practically normal at this rate, yet Kaminari still seemed bothered by it. With the disapproving shake of his head, his arms folded over his chiseled chest. His defensive side was that of a kind, mother; quite the contrast to my comically abusive caretaker.

"What was that? You have to speak a little louder than tha—" Had it not been for Mina's aggressive interruption, I would have taken taken things a step farther. "Hey now, I like to get my moves in! But... I guess I'll try not to knock into anything else." Her fingers clasped the broomstick as she spoke in a gentle, sing-song tone. It was pleasing to the ears; and like the others, Mina quickly pushed past the situation. 

The whirring of the outdated TV seemed to come to an abrupt stop after it was powered off with the single push of a button. "Whatever. I'm leaving, it's getting a little crowded." Off the ball points of my foot, I stood to my feet with a single push. The relaxing crackle of my bones adjusting carefully sounded straight afterwards as I trickled into the direction of my shared room.

"Be careful, Bakugo! I heard that some really spoooky stuff has happened in this place." Kaminari chuckled playfully, flickering the light switch endlessly with a single digit. 

"Hey, you might want to stop doing that. You might actually cut the lights. I am manly, but I am still afraid of the dark."

"Kaminari, do you think you can charge my phone for me? I totally forgot to send the girls a few pictures of the nice view! Oh, Sero ─ let's take a photo!"

"Come on! You're all supposed to be scared..."

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Unfortunately, the cabin harbored enough room for only one person to room alone. With that being said... I, was definitely not the one. Instead, I had to bunk with shitty-hair. I insisted that a game of rock-paper-scissors was childish, but in the end, I was disqualified for being a sore loser. Who ever said that trying to blow someone up is being a sore loser? 

With the twist of a knob and effortless push of the door, I'd find myself in an isolated room. Almost immediately, the unfamiliar woody scent of the dark room permeated my nostrils. Inevitably, my journey throughout the room continued. I've only ever entered once to leave my bag sitting on top of the higher bunk, so my stay was limited. 

The lights were flicked on, illuminating even the darkest parts of the room. My eyes followed the interiors decoration as it encouraged and compelled my further exploration. The door creaked shut, which was an unnerving feeling overall; however, the profuse and continuous chatter and laughter echoing from down the hall relieved me.

'Haunted? Am I inside of a horror movie? Ghosts and ghouls aren't real. I'll just send them to hell if they are.' Despite my solid, tough exterior, there was a sense of helplessness I felt after entering the bathroom. Though, the feeling dispersed as quickly as it came. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood at the absurd amount of cool air grazing my tanned skin. In contrast to the rest of the room, in there it was oddly chilly; though easily adjustable. Even the floor was cold to the slightest touch. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to run the shower to warm it up a little. That should have been a red flag. 

Doing as most humans did when entering the bathroom, my pants unbuckled from the hasty piecing of my fingers; and soon enough, I was relieving myself. 

 SWISH 

"Sheesh... this place could really use a plummer." Before heading the wash my hands, I jerked the handle to the clouded, glass shower door and started the water. The faucet was spotless, to my surprise. The rest of the washroom had been a tad tattered and worn down. It was as though it'd be cleaned recently, rid of every spec that fell upon it. For moments, I was thoroughly washing my hands.

Water and soap lathered my skin, reaching its crevices as I pressed the palms of my hands together. "I should go back, this bathroom is giving me some weird vibes..." Trailing off, I flicked my wrist in attempt for the water to fly off of my hands.

 As I did so, I began to get absorbed by the heavy atmosphere surrounding me. There was a force practically drawing me towards the mirror. It was a very effortless fight, as my piercing, crimson irises gazed towards my reflection. My scowl didn't ever fade... but in time I'd come to realize that my opportunity at an escape did.

In the silence, there was an unmistakable  whistle... like that of a breeze. I blinked my lashes with visible confusion and─ . . . There it was again. Yet this time, I noticed something very odd. My blonde fringes... they moved? It was as though someone─ or rather─ something had blown into them. 

 I silently brought one hand to grip at the edge of the sink. The other went to adjust my blonde fringes. "I must've been imaginin' it." There was no way. While sweeping them back into its original spot, my eyes did a timely glance around the room. There were no windows... so maybe it was from a vent? 

THUD

What was that? Oh wait... It was nothing but an adrenaline fueled knee to the cabinet underneath the sink. My fast-pacing heart was slowly calming by my false sense of security. Exhaling, my eyes shifted back towards the mirror. ...It was then did I squint, despite my keen and dependable vision. 

"What the..." 

It was a sight that turned my heated blood to ice. 

The mirror reflected me, yet... "This isn't  possible." My bangs that I'd had carefully swept to the right, was mirrored to my left. I shook my head in total disbelief, at an utter loss of words; and the rhythmic thump of my heart was audible in the unnerving silence. 

A familiar force began to consume me. First it was one hand, then a second, and a third, and a fourth... It was an unbeatable, formidable opponent that practically forced me forward. I was helpless, powerless, and completely at its mercy.

For a while, there was silence, darkness. It was lonesome and unbearable.

...but was I really alone? 

There was always an undetectable alluring presence surrounding me, just engulfing me whole. After being alone with nothing but my inner thoughts, I was finally granted the ability to see my hands, my feet, and whatever it was that was illuminating the dark area I was in. 

"Bakugo? Where did he go off to?─ Aw man! He left the she shower running..." Peeking into the bathroom was a spikey haired red-head with prickly rows of teeth. There was a wave of relief ready to sweep me off my feet, but that excitement was short-lived. It then began to dawn on me, where I was. I was idly watching Kirishima from behind a large mirror doubled my size.

Kirishima's POV -

Bakugo's presence seemed to be pretty nonexistent. There were signs of his arrival, but none of his exit. There was no part of me that believed he'd leave without so much as a trace. Shrugging, my wide eyes swept my surroundings carelessly. "Seriously? Where did that guy go..?" My bedroom shoes trudged against the smooth tiles until they came to a halt near the steamy shower room. Extending my hand, it reached until my fingers wrapped around the knob to give it an inevitable twist. 

The unpleasant screech of the knob reaching my ears notified me of the water no longer falling profusely from the shower head, but it was instead rolling down the drain in a stream. I nodded my head at this accomplishment, pulling my hand back in a recoil. 

Though... there was audible, immense breathing down my neck all the while. My body instantaneously surrendered, freezing in place. 'What is this..?'  It was as though I was patiently waiting for the entity to respond to me itself. My eyes narrowed on the shower knob being presented in front of me, and I I felt my body shrink at what was being reflected in the chromatic knob in front of me.

There was a disfigured woman with shaggy, unkempt hair. Her bangs were unbalanced and noticeably singed; making for a disturbing image. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before, especially the void in her deep sockets that lacked any pairs of eyes ever being there. Her actions sent far more chills down my spine than her appearance alone.

 She was pointing... but at what? 

It couldn't have been me... but it did appear that way? In the reflection, she was pointing towards the knob i'd just smothered with my germs. It was vague, but I didn't intend to stick around to solve her unsettling puzzle. But The deranged woman must have realized... because she then began to look at me with a triumphant, sick grin. Like she had won. 

It took all the courage I'd gathered up from passing moments to finally spin around and attempt to confront what was behind me, but to my surprise... nothing was there. My feral, frightened gaze pranced around the room as though I were looking for signs of whether or not I needed psychiatric assistance or not. A few seconds went by, which felt like minutes of uncontrollable puffs and eager glances.

I'm not quite sure why, but I made another turn back towards the shower knob. Perhaps it was out of curiosity, or confirmation... but I did it. It wasn't nearly as terror-stricken or petrifying as what I had witnessed just a few moments ago. In actuality, it caused me to squint and lean in further. 

"That... isn't... me..?" My head cocked to the side and my expression displayed visible confusion upon lip-reading my formerly lost, blonde best-friend. "Huh?" In disbelief, I scoffed. The miniature him, sealed behind the reflecting knob was banging against it, as though he were searching for some kind of exit. 

And just as I was going to inspect it any further, I felt pressure being applied to my left shoulder. Out of fear, paranoia and defense, I immediately snapped around with a jolt. My eyes then widened at the realization of who was being presented behind me. "Oh hey, Bakugo! What kind of sick, twisted humor do you have to be pulling such a nasty prank?" 

I didn't get much of a response, except for just the slow nod of his head. Because of this, I frowned; a heavy exhale followed afterwards. "Whatever, let's just get back to the others. They've been waiting on us for a while now." Despite his unnatural smile sending chills spiraling down my spine, I somehow managed to shrug it off. Gently, my hand pat his back in attempts to encourage him towards the door. 

"Hey guys, I found em'!"