fight on the way down

HEAVY SUICIDE WARNING

Ocean waves splashed far below his bare feet, the cold breeze biting his neck and cheeks. The waters were rough and in turmoil, as if the ancient gods had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. He couldn't really blame them; living for that long was bound for some bad days. Bakugou was only sixteen, yet he seemed to have a terrible day everyday. It only made sense that the gods would share a similar problem occasionally.

Bakugou wasn't particularly religious. He did understand, however, that if people found solace in believing in a deity way up in the sky, or deep underground, it wasn't his right to judge. Yeah, he found it stupid sometimes, but he wouldn't say it to their faces. He was willing to make fun of people for a lot of things, Deku could vouch for that, but religion wasn't one of them. He rubbed his face, his hands equally as cold as the rest of his body.

He had walked here. It was the weekend, so he figured lying and saying he was with his parents wouldn't come off as suspicious to the staff and administration. He was right, thankfully; they didn't question him and sent him on his way. He hadn't gone back to his parents' house. He never even considered even going there, actually. He had one place on his mind the entire time for the past week or so, and there he went.

Bakugou didn't know what was taking him so long. The water below was just at the right tide and the right movement. Everything was just as he wanted it. Even the sun was shining right where he wanted to land. He should just get on with it already before he misses the opportunity. He wouldn't even be noticed for the blood wouldn't even show up in the dark water, and his body would be carried away.

He imagined his own death quite often. There were several ways to die, but he figured this would be the most serene. Bakugou had liked swimming, at one point, so he thought it was only fitting he'd die in water. Still though, he didn't want to drown. That would be just ironic. Falling was a different story, though, and he wouldn't have to worry about what came after when he made a heavy splash.

"Sitting a bit close to the edge, aren't you?" Bakugou didn't flinch at the noise, but his heart did beat a bit faster. It was calm before, just as he wanted it to make for the peaceful death. He considered jumping off right then and there before the situation could escalate, but he knew he would be 'saved' before that could happen. It wasn't really saving, not in his mind. It was just prevention from something he was going to try and do again.

Bakugou refused to answer, continuing to stare at the horizon. If he was a bird, he could dive down, deep into the water. He could find a nice, big shark to come and eat him. That would be a rather painful way to go. "That's a long way down, isn't it?" Bakugou didn't like the questions. It made him think when he wanted his head to empty of thoughts. He wanted to snap back, in all honesty. Use his usual rage that tormented his life on his teacher, but that wouldn't bode well for his plan.

"That's kind of the whole point." Curse me. He bit his lip, not meaning to say what he did but it happened anyway. That kind of stuff always happened when he thought about speaking. It was always negative things, about everyone and everything. That was one of the reasons he was at the cliff that day. He didn't bother making a list of why he was there.

If Aizawa took offense to what he said, he did a good job of not voicing it. "It would be better if we stood and talked to each other face to face." The rocks crackled under the man's feet, ones that were not bare like Bakugou's. That much he could tell. He could also tell that Aizawa was trying to get him away from the cliff, or make it easier to catch him if he were to fall.

Bakugou gripped the edge and made his knuckles turn white. "No. That's a dumb idea." He couldn't blast past Aizawa's scarf. With what he was wearing, it was impossible for him to create a big enough explosion to produce the speed he would need. The best he could do was get Aizawa away from him. "It's creepy to stalk students when they are trying to enjoy a peaceful day out by the sea." Bakugou wasn't enjoying himself, per se, but it was a better feeling than what he usually had.