Days of Punk

Chapter 1 - Life

A lot of people think mosh pits are filled with people who just want to beat the shit out of each other. While there is the occasional jackass that just wants to punch random people, most everyone there isn't trying to hurt anyone. People do get hurt sometimes but mostly because of the thick group of people.

Bakugo goes into the mosh pit to feel the energy. Being part of a living thing bigger than himself that moves in currants and rolls with the music. There's a certain connection most everyone in the pit feels for one another. Yeah they might be strangers but they're bonded in a different way.

Bakugo didn't know how to explain it but a perfect example was when he suddenly lost his footing.

He hit the ground when he tripped, unable to catch himself. His heart raced as he realized he was on the ground. An accidental kick to his arm just punctuated the point.

The pit was like a rushing river. You can't fight the current and if you fall, the water will beat you like a rock in the center of a strong current, slowly being eroded away. People have gotten life threatening injuries from being accidentally trampled.

Bakugo braced himself on his hands and knees, gritting his teeth against every accidental kick. He couldn't let himself fall to the ground.

Suddenly he felt his bicep grabbed by a large hand and a tug upwards. The blond looked up to meet a shock of red spiked hair.Concerned and focused red eyes that were a shade darker than the hair. Those eyes seemed to glow in darkness of the crowd.

The man offered a grin that revealed surprising sharpened teeth. But that smile was cut short as the stranger received a hard elbow to the eye. Unfortunately, that elbow had chains wrapped around it. Bakugo hated those people. Dressing themselves up to create more damage. Those people didn't belong here.

Bakugo jumped to his feet with the red heads' help. He immediately grabbed the stranger's arm, rushing with the current but pushing his way towards the outside. They finally broke from the crowd and the blond didn't look back until he was pushing the red head against the wall.

He frowned as he noticed blood gushing down the strangers face, contrasting the sheepish smile.

"Fucking idiot." He growled under his breath as he untied the flannel from his hips. "Sit down shitty hair!" He yelled over the music.

The stranger obeyed, his hand over his eye. Bakugo balled up the flannel and shoved the strangers arm out of the way. He pressed the shirt hard against the injury.

Whoever this was must have had a screw loose. Stopping and bending down like that in the middle of the pit. Bakugo could've gotten up himself. But because this idiot wanted to be helpful, he was now bleeding and possibly injured his eye. Now the blond had to take care of it. He'd be damned if he was in some shitty haired dumbass's debt. Not that he wouldn't have done the same if he'd seen someone on the ground. But it still pissed him off.

The blond pulled a water bottle out of the back pocket of his baggy gray dickies. He uncapped it and moved the shirt before pouring it over shitty-hair's face. Enough blood cleared for a few moments for the blond to see the injury which looked like it was mainly the brow bone.

"Good news, you're not gonna lose an eye." Bakugo told him.

The red heads' unimpaired eye widened. "I'm gonna lose my eye?!" He yelled, panic striking his bloodied face. Oh now he's concerned Bakugo thought.

The music and people were too loud. Bakugo rolled his eyes and grabbed the red head's arm, shoving the balled up flannel against his eye before dragging him towards the exit. Bakugo couldn't help but notice the thick muscle of his bicep. He glanced over at the stranger as they walked. He wasn't wearing a shirt and wore baggy black pants, a red sweatshirt tied around his waist. He was only an inch or two taller than the blond. He was sweaty as was everyone here.