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“You family sounds really complicated…” Toga whispered.
“Yeah, put it more like shitty,” Dabi retorted, “however just because they're shityt, doesn’t mean that I don’t miss my family.” Dabi finished.
“Yeah...I can understand.” Toga said softly.
“Can you? Can you really relate?” Dabi questioned Toga.
“Yes, yes I can.” Toga answered harshly.
“Really?? How!? How can you relate? To fake your own death?! Leave family behind! And watch them in the backlines, without making yourself be known, and for them to only know you as a cold blooded villain, who burns everything and everyone around him; when in reality you were abandoned and shunned by your own family, and tried your bets to protect them to only be the villain in their eyes, in memory and in reality.” Dabi shouted at Toga for his reasoning.
“You know what Dabi!? Yeah! I do know how you feel!” Toga exclaimed, “I hav-had a family too! I had a set of sitty parents too, and an amazing little brother who looked up to me! And loved me for who I was! And I just left him! And I miss him...god! I m-miss him so much.” Toga broke down crying at the end.

Dabi stood in front of Toga, realizing that they weren’t that different, and that he had messed up. He knew everyone had a family or has one; he just didn’t realize that there are others with his same or near his story. “I- I’m sorry Toga, I didn’t mean to come off like that, I was stressed, and I took it out on you...sorry.” Dabi explained.
“Look Dabi, I get it we all do but, just because your stressed, or had and have a shitty family doesn’t mean you can take it out on others.” Toga retorted.
“I know, look if you want, I can do some research and figure out where your brother is, and check up on him...would that work as an apology?” Dabi suggested. Toga slowly raised her head, and her eyes shone with joy, “Really?! You would really look for my brother?” Toga questioned
“Yeah I would, I will even check in on him, to make sure that he’s okay.” Dabi reassured her.
“But what if he doesn’t want me, what if he doesn’t forgive me for abandoning him? What if he forgot about me!?” Toga worried.
“Hey, look I know life was hard for you as it was with me. But, if there’s something I know, you love your brother, and care for him. I’m sure he’d forgive you if he knew the reason why you left, plus last time I checked, abuse wasn’t a shitty excuse.” Dabi declared.
“Thanks Dabi, I really needed this...your a good friend.” Toga thanked Dabi for his reassurance to her worries. As she calmed down, she could feel Dabi hug her slowly as a manner of saying “it’ll be alright, I’m here.” and so, he slowly slipped away from her hands to go and fulfill his promise to find Toga’s brother...if only he’d known about the ride he was in for.

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Dabi’s PoV:

After I talked to Toga some more, I was able to get more information regarding her family. She was able to give me a name…”Mitsuki” and that’s it, she doesn’t remember much, she wasn’t allowed to call her ‘mother’ or by her last name or “mom” just “ma’am.”
And I thought my parents were shitty…Either way families can suck. I was able to find her, thanks to some help from an old ‘friend’ let’s just say debt was settled. She’s married and now goes by the name “Mitsuki Bakugou.” Now why does that name sound so familiar to me?

As I did some more digging I found out that she owns a fashion industry with her husband, “Masaru Bakugou.” As I scroll down the page I found a family picture, and I realized why the name was so familiar to me, her son was none other than Bakugou, Bakugou Katsuki.The kid from the Sports Freestival. Heh, this just makes you realize how small the world is.

I quickly stood from the desk as I got a cell number and was able to trace it to an address. Guess it’s time, I made an unwanted visit to our target. I walk into the bar where Kurogiri is wiping some glass cups, and take the keys to one of the emergency vehicles. I decided to take the worn down 2002 Toyota Corolla ve have. As I get in the car I fix the side view mirrors. I check on the rear view mirror and check on my face to make sure that the makeup is alright, after all I am in the top 3 most wanted villains in Japan, I may be unhinged but not mad enough to not give fucks about my appearance, plus I have a promise to fulfil, and I don’t like being in debt.

I slowly make my way out of the garage, and check that there’s no one on site, once that’s cleared I start reversing into the road pavement, and head into the road. As I drive through the open road, I see the lights of the city that blind my view; which made me remember those times when I was younger, and I slept in the cardboard boxes I’d find in dark alleyways staring into the lights and roads to soothe me to sleep. As I got out of my head, I realised I was supposed to make a right turn, which led me to the private neighborhood, where the Bakugou’s reside.

I kept driving deeper in the neighborhood until I reached the Bakugou Household. Talk about showing off money. I parked across the street, and turned off my engine and lights so they didn't notice my presence. I pulled my binoculars from the passenger seat, and stared into the window with the lights on, the curtains were in the way but I could make out two shadows, with spiky hair. I could tell it was Mitsuki, and from the height difference Bakugou too. I could tell she was yelling, and Bakugou just stood there. I could see her get more aggressive, she approached Bakugou and grasped him by his arms and started to shake him aggressively as she yelled, louder I could hear her faint exclamations from where I parked.

She pushed Bakugou away from her, and started to go in oval shaped circles, I could see her head quickly snap to where Bakugou stood, and I could see his lips moving, the next thing I know she’s grabbing the vase next to her, and throws it straight at Bakugou, he quickly reacts and covers his face with his arms, I could see that he activated his quirk to break the vase before it landed a hit, however it backfired as the shards stabbed into his arms and other places. I lowered my binoculars, and looked straight at the house and I thought, “I guess if you really look we all have similar stories.” I felt pity for him. But even if I wanted to, there's not much I can do, but maybe Toga can...I quickly threw the binoculars to the side, and started the engine. I quickly made a U-turn and headed back to the L.O.V base, after all I have a lonely sister missing her other half, aka her brother. Oh I can already see her face of epiphany when she sees it’s Bakugou fucking Katsuki, and that her brother is not living the perfect life she believes he might be living. “Why do I feel uncomfortable thinking about him?” I thought.

As for me, I’ll be indebted to no one...

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Bakugou’s PoV:

“God! Your good for nothing!” she said, “I wish I never had you in the first place!” She yelled at me with mad eyes, “I was beautiful I had an amazing body! Everyone who came my way flawed my way...and now. NOW it’s all been ruined, taken from me, because of you! You Ungrateful brat!” She exclaimed as she violently shocked me.

“Yeah?! Well if you didn’t want me then why have me!?!” I retorted back.
“What did you just say?!” She questioned attackingly.
“...if you didn’t want me, then why have me!” I said again.
“Ne! You ungrateful fucking brat!” she yelled at me, as she got the vase next to her in her hands. Before I knew it, the vase was already in the air coming straight at my face, my eyes widened in shock, and my body reacted before I could think, my arms x’ed in front of my face to cover it. I could feel the base, shatter against my arms, and the shards and pieces of the base pierce my skin and stay there.

I yelled in agonizing pain for my arms are quite a sensitive region after coming from training after school. “Oh suck it up Katsuki! Your a Bakugou for god’s sake, act like one! And stop acting like a fucking child!” Her words broke me more than it had in the past 14 years of her abuse. “Ugh! I don’t have time for this, leave! I don’t care if you go to your room or the streets fucking leave, but I swear to god if you stain anything in this house with that pathetic blood of yours...I will give you something to truly scream about,” I didn’t say anything, I slowly moved towards the hallway, and up the stairs to my room, careful not to drop any blood as I take my steps, as I step into my room, I quickly close the door, but not hard enough to slam it unless I want to wake the dragon’s fury again.

I slid down the door slowly, while looking out to my bedroom window, “God damn it!” I said, “now how will I hide this for tomorrow?” I wondered. I got myself up wobbling a bit. I went to my private bathroom, and got out the medical kit I keep under the sink for these occasions. “Fucking Bitch, aren’t you suppose to be a mother..?” I muttered under my breath. I slowly remove the shards and the smallest pieces with tweezers. I grunted a bit as I took the last one out, I then picked up a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol, to disinfect my wounds. Once I finished, I put some ointment on the wounds, and finally I took some bandages and wrapped them semi-tightly around my arms. Once I was done and put everything back I walked towards my bed and crashed down on it. “Let’s see how tomorrow goes...fuck.” I thought before my eyes closed, and my vision went black.

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*5 hours later*

I slowly opened my eyes, as I could hear the birds chirping on the roof. I reached my hand out to check my phone, “fuck, I forgot to charge it...just my luck,” I muttered tiredly since it was 4:30 a.m. welp that initiates how my day will go. I got up from my bed, hissing that the ache in my arms; I stalked towards my closet, careful not to make a sound. I took out my U.A. uniform, and slowly put it on, then headed to my bathroom to brush my teeth, and change my bandages. Once done, I walked out and walked to the desk where my bag and homework waited for me.

After I finished packing, I walked towards my door, and slowly opened it while poking my head out, I stayed and listened a bit I could hear her snores and with that I quickly made my way out and down the stairs to the front door, as I opened the front door I looked to my left where I saw my drunk passed out father...Tch. I opened the door and walked out and closed the door behind me. I’ve decided not go back here tonight.

I made my way quietly to the train station where it would arrive at 5:10a.m. In the meantime I decided to take in the cold air and the small scenery before me, of calmness, no noise, nature, and barely people, just me, and the cold air. I slowly hummed a song that I made up with someone very dear to me, someone who I lost...before I knew it the train was already here. I wait ‘till the doors open to enter the train, as I enter the train I got a bit to the left, where I decided to stand rather than sit.

After awhile we made a couple stops and more people got in as the train continued its journey, only one more stop and I would get to my stop to head to U.A. as the train moved again, I could feel someone staring at me, so I looked around, and that’s when I locked eyes with the one person I thought I’d never see on the same train as me...Aizawa sensei was looking at me, or well...more directly at my..arms. As I came to realization of that I quickly look to my arms, ad I see that one I’m using to hang on has my uniform sleeve rolled up a bit, and my bandages are at view shot...fuck!

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Bakugou’s PoV:

Fuck! He can see my bandages, I was freaking out since Aizawa was also heading towards me. Luckily by some miracle (thank the gods!). The train came to a stop and the doors started to open, as soon as I saw my opening I squeezed myself out of there and made a run for it. I ran even if my legs were giving out on me, I made a sudden turn into an alleyway, from there I quickly made a left and found myself at a dead end; I could hear fast paced footsteps catching up to me, I quickly scaled a dumpster, once I was balanced I jumped to the thin hanging ladder on the side of the building where I swung back and forth and let go once I moved forward landing on the small walk way of the wall, big enough for a cat to strutt on.
From there I quickly jumped down, “fuck…!” I hissed quitly as I landed incorrectly on my ankle, “fucking great...can’t wait to explain this during training to those idiots.”

I quickly start to make myself away from the wall, and start walking or well more like limping away. As I reached the end of the street, I noticed that I was in an abandoned section of Tokyo…but of course, how could I forget the place where I was held hostage?? I slowly started to walk deeper in between alleys and buildings as to not get caught by any lurking villains, since honestly I don’t want to deal with it today.

“How do I get out of this fucking place?!” I thought aloud when I realized I was going in circles, I passed the same fucking green bin twice! I decided to try one more time, made a sharp left, continued to walk straight down the ‘new’ alleyway, made a small right and soon after another right I kept going in random patterns and not long I was approaching the same fucking green bin! “God Damn IT!” I yelled in annoyance.

I decided to stop and take a breather, I fucking regret all the walking I did, I could feel my ankle throbbing, and my leg had a vein that looked like it was ready to pop, “just great~” I leaned myself on a wall and slowly slouched down to the dirty, hard ass floor. My head started thinking of people I could call to get me out…but who could I call that wouldn’t make it so obvious, or would eat me out to glasses who would obviously spill to Sensei… “maybe the nerd…?” I said softly, no that wouldn’t work, he’s too much of a crybaby and would be freaking out in front of people…wait, what about eye bags?? I mean he does owe me from that bet that I amazingly won. “Yeah that seems like a good idea…” I quickly pulled out my phone and saw that it was at 25%, “shit this thing’s about to die, better make it quick.”

I scrolled through my contacts I finally found his, “Eye-Bags 👀💤😤” I quickly pressed on the call button, as the phone started to call I could hear some some footsteps near me, someone was coming. I quickly stood up and looked for a place to hide, I found a barrel and honestly it was the safest bet.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I repeated like a mantra. I could hear the steps getting louder, they were getting closer; I pulled my hand up to my mouth to cover my ragged breathing, ‘ ‘ please don’t let me get caught’ ‘ I didn’t want to relive what I once did that shit fucked me up. Look at you, such a failure of a hero, how are you going to become No.1 when you’re hiding like a fucking stray from the pound??? My subconscious whispered to me. “Shut UP” I said. I realized that was a mistake because not long after the steps stopped right in front of the barrel and the next thing I knew the top was pulled off and I froze as I saw who I came face to face with.

“You stay the fuck away from me you fuck-face!” I quietly challenged them. I could feel tears rising to the brim of my eyes, ‘god not again..’

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Hi everyone! Thank you for reading this. It’s been awhile, that I know. I apologize for those that I left hanging. Honestly I wasn’t in my best when writing this however, I do think I need to finish this story. I always keep coming back to it…I can’t say when the new chapter will be, but hopefully soon. Thank you to anyone who has stuck through with this story and my page. I’m thinking about getting my hand into more writing now that I’ll be having more free time. I’ll be graduating from High School soon so yay! :D stay tuned! And if you have any series or mini story or oneshots requests that you’d like, comment it! (It doesn’t have to be MHA related) I’ll be sure to keep an eye out. Thank you!

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Bakugou’s Pov

‘God not again…’ I plead to myself as I catch cat-like, yellow eyes piercing me from a black and purple fogged head. I never thought I would have to come across him so soon… “Please…please don’t take me,” I whispered to him. He stares at me as if contemplating his options. His eyes gaze downward, I try to cover my body with my arms but it’s not much use suddenly his hand starts to reach out towards me, I watch it as it slowly approaches towards my face, I quickly lift my arm up to block his hand but instead he grabs my forearm, and yanks it towards himself, almost dragging me forwards, barrel and all.

“You’re hurt.” He says. For a second I’m thrown off, ‘why would he care if I’m hurt, didn’t his members literally torture me and he did nothing of it?’ I think to myself, “So what about it? It’s not as if you’ll make it better’ I scoff at him. He stares at me with a gaze that I can’t quite decipher. “No I guess I won’t…but um, what are you doing here?” He asks, I look at him weirdly because quite honestly ‘What. The. Fuck?!’ “Why do you care anyway?! Aren’t you meant to kidnap me again and take me back to the quarters??” I asked him incredulously, “I should be doing that yeah, but it doesn’t meant that I want to.” He states. I look at him, we stand there quietly for a couple seconds, he decides to make the first move and reaches towards his shopping bag which I just realized he’s carrying…“I thought you guys would do self-delivery, y’know being wanted criminals and all.” I state. He speaks while rummaging through his bags, “Yeah we do but I like to actually pick things myself, it’s just appeasing to myself.” He says. Finally seeming to find what he searched for he pulls it out, I quietly stare at him as he holds a pair of bandages towards me.

“For you…your um, your current ones are being bled through.” He says, I quickly look at my bandages on my forearms and he’s right. I must've opened some of the healing injuries while running from Aizawa, “Why give those to me?” I questioned him. “Look, I know we have our issues, but just because I'm a villain does not mean I don’t actually not care” he reasons. I swiftly took the bandages from him, “Thanks…” I say, “Kurogiri, that’s what they call me, Kurogiri.” I acknowledged his words with a small nod, “You um…you wouldn’t happen to know how I could get out of here, would you?” I asked. He seemed slightly taken aback by my question, probably didn’t think I’d talk anymore. He looks around him, seeming to assure himself there was no one near, he then turns towards me and says, “Yeah I do, but I don’t think you have it in you to physically get yourself out of this side of town,” He states towards my throbbing ankle, which it does look worse than before, “so I’ll do you a favor, I’ll make a portal for you to the front gates of U.A.” Kurogiri offers. “What’s in it for you?” I asked him suspiciously. “Nothing really, or…” ‘I knew he wanted something." “How about if you ever need a helping hand you contact me?”

“What??” I asked him shockingly, “What do you ev-” before I could complete that sentence, I could feel my surroundings moving and soon enough me too. “Oh god-” I say revoltingly. I close my eyes to make sure I don’t throw up on myself, everything stops…I slowly peel an eye open and see the U.A. front gates, a small paper floats down in front of me, like a feather, on it it says “Kurogiri xxx-xxx-xx74” “what in the world is going on???” I asked myself as I move to pick the paper up and reluctantly stuff it in my pocket, “wouldn’t want some idiot getting their hands on that” I mutter to myself. I slowly make my way through the gates, but I can’t move much with my fricking ankle, “Damn it I need recovery girl to look at it.” I said softly.

“Look at what?” a voice says being me

…“Fuck.”

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I slowly make my way through the gates, but can't move much with my fricking ankle, "Damn it! I need Recovery Girl to look at it." I said softly.

"Look at what?" a voice says behind me.

"...Fuck."

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*Bakugou POV*

"...Kacchan, what does Recovery Girl need to look at?" Deku said, "Are you okay?! Did you get hurt???" He started to panic, and that's not a good sign.

"I am fine you shitty nerd." I mutter to him lowly without turning to face him. 'If I turn now, he will see my wounds and he can't know. Not him. Not anyone...or..she'll actually kill me this time.' I thought to myself.

"Kacchan...is it..." He hesitated. "...is it auntie Mitsuki?" He finally said. When I heard the woman's name, it sent a shock of terror through my body, I tried to suppress it but I could feel my knees trying to give out, and my palms were really close to setting off sparks. I slowly turn to him with wide eyes, because the way he said it, he knew....the nerd fucking KNEW! "You know!?!" I asked, my voice almost yelling. He flinched at my tone.

'Um...I...yes. I know Kacchan...it's kind of hard not to, when you're my childhood best friend." He said in a resigned tone.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Did you know this whole time?!? And not once, NOT ONCE did you check on me!?" I asked, now almost full yelling, I am so close to just blowing his face off.

"What did you want me to do??" He said frantically, 'I was a kid. I didn't know, you never said anything! I was scared, and angry at you because of Middle School!" He replied sharply, "I thought, maybe this was Karma for all that you did to me! I know it was wrong of me to think that way, BUT YOU WERE BULLYING ME! I thought if I said anything else, you would make my life worse!" He yelled. "I-....what did you want me to do?!?" He finalized.

"HELP ME! or I don't know, CALL POLICE! It is ABUSE!" I yelled back at him, he frowned and said to me, "Why didn't you say anything then??" I looked at him confused, but then I also realized...why didn't I? Why did I not say anything to anyone? Was I a coward? Did I put myself through this..? Did I want to be hurt...no. No, I didn't want this. I don't want this. I looked at Midoriya with a cold gaze, and sneered at him. I decided I had enough of this conversation. I didn't say anything to him, I just walked away from him as much as I could with my ankle.

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*MIdoriya POV*

I watched Kacchan walk away from me after I yelled at him. I wasn't expecting that reaction of his...I also didn't think that my true intentions would be revealed not just to him but also to myself as to why I never went to help for him. "I am no better than...them." I whispered to myself. How could I, someone in the Hero course not be able to stand up for someone even when they've wronged me...was I event worthy of the power from All Might? 'I think I should find him and apologize' I thought to myself, surprisingly it the little moment I had to myself, Kacchan was already out of my sight, I didn't even know which route he took.

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*Bakugou POV*

I slowly yet diligently made my way to Recovery Girl's office to have her look at my ankle. I can't fucking believe that stupid nerd knew. He's known all this time and hasn't said shit! Not to me. Not to the teachers. Not to his mom. Not to the police. "Fucking coward," I mutter to myself. As, I make my way through the path I see Recovery Girl's office, "Thank God." I said to myself. I walk into the office, only to see that she's not currently in, just was I fucking wanted. I make my way to one of the gurneys in the office to sit down, and take some pressure off. "My body is already wrong in more ways than one, I don't need another setback or mindset joining the bunch," I said to myself out-loud in thought.

I sit down on the bed, taking pressure off my foot. I contemplate whether I should just head to class in a few, or wait until Recovery Girl arrives. Before I can think much, the door rattles open. "You're back," I said loudly, but then I hear the voice from the door.

"Chiyo, I need your help with a stude-" he cuts himself off once he sees me. His eyes turn calculating, almost cat-like. I gulp before saying lowly, "...shit!" He looks at me with tired eyes, I can see his head processing our interaction from before, "Bakugou.." he starts, 'I believe we should talk." He finishes. I just stared at him before saying, "Good morning Professor Aizawa..."

All I can think to myself is 'shit, shit, shit, shitshitshit....FUCK'

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*Bakugou's POV*

"Bakugou, we should talk about what happened earlier this morning..." Mr. Aizawa said to me.

"I-...Listen, can we just forget about it?" I said to him. He looked at me, as if he was analyzing me...he probably was.

"We could," he started, "but I'd like to know why you ran away...especially after you realized you exposed your arm." He finished. I looked at him, not really sure what to say to him. "Bakugou, do you...Do you need help? Are you harming yourself?" Mr. Aizawa asked.

"No!" I said sharply. 'I am not harming myself, and it's none of your business for my injuries." I said.

"It is my business. As your teacher, I need to be aware if you're hurt, especially if we decide to run a drill today." He rationalized to me. I huffed in annoyance and said to him, "We don't even do drills on Monday!" I retorted.

'Listen, kid, you don't know my plans, I could have made today a drill day for all I care!" He snapped, but quickly inhaled and exhaled a breath; probably to calm himself, I know I tend to irritate people, and he's not immune to it either, it seems..."Bakugou, just tell me how you got hurt?" He questioned. I only looked at him for a second and turned my head to the side and said, "I'm not saying shit to you or anyone!" Mr. Aizawa grumbled.

'Fine, fine, then why did you run?" He asked again, 'Seriously, does he not give up?!?' I asked myself. "I knew you'd ask about it, and I didn't want to deal with it...I'm still not saying anything." I told him.

"Okay, fine. I can see we're going nowhere with this, so just-...if you need help with anything, anytime or anyone, just let me know." He told me, "How can I? I can't contact you??" I let him know. He looked around and approached Recovery Girl's desk, and started writing on a sticky note. He quickly separated it from the deck and handed it to me.

"That's my phone number, along with my address in case of an emergency. I know I may not show it, but I do care for my students, y'know?" He explained to me. I grabbed the sticky note and pocketed it. "Chiyo should be back soon. Have her look at your wounds." He said lastly before he left and closed the door.

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*Bakugou's POV

"Thank you again Recovery Girl" I said heading towards the door.

"No worries child, but I swear if I see you hurt before classes even start, I will be so angry. My shift didn't even start when you got here!" She yelled as I was leaving, I chuckled at her attitude, I knew she didn't mean harm on that lazy threat.

I walked out of the building; I should probably head to my classes. I check the outside clock to see what time it is, 'Fuck! I only have 7 minutes!' I thought. I can move better now that Recovery Girl healed my ankle, so there shouldn't be any issues on that, but I should be careful with my sleeves I didn't show her those because that would require an explanation I'm not willing to say just yet.

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*Recovery Girl POV*

I waited for the phone to get through, it's mandatory that we give student parents a phone call of any injuries we have reported in our records. I hear the click of the phone being answered.

"Hello...?" I hear through the line.

"Hello Mrs. Bakugou! This is Recovery Girl from UA, I'm just calling to let you know that there were a few injuries he was sporting today before classes started. He stopped by my office to heal them, I am just making a customary phone call to let you know since it's mandatory with our system." I told her quickly. I could hear the line be silent for a few seconds, I was about to ask if he was still on the line when I heard, "Thank you for letting me know...I'll be sure to talk to him and check out for any other injuries." she finalized and hung up. I looked at the phone for a second before setting it back.

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*Bakugou's POV*

Classes have been going well so far for a Monday, but I can feel my arms sore and spring in pain from time to time. I need to be sure to change some of the bandages when it's time for break, can't have my uniform and desk be all bled out on, now can I?

I feel a shift of discomfort, someone's watching me, and I can't tell if it's the stupid nerd Deku or Mr. Aizawa, either way I don't like it nor do I want it. I hear the clock handles tick; I decide to glance at it and see there's only 3 more minutes of the lecture left. Which is nice as I can already feel some of the blood start to seep through the bandages. The bell chimes and I quickly grab my pouch from my backpack and head towards the door, I can hear Deku call out to me, but I just keep on walking. I'm heading toward the door for the boy's restroom when I bump into someone, making me drop my pouch and my hands spark in pain. I'm getting ready to yell at the stupid head but stop in my tracks when I see who it is...

"Well, well, well look who we have here? If it isn't the monster of class 1-A" Teiko Nagaki said in a condescending manner. His comment made my body lock up...I don't want to deal with him today.