A Change of Heart

Chapter 8 - I Don't Know Why I Bother

Using my excellent method of breaking and entering yet again, I decided it was time to pay Bakugou a visit, with my trusty crowbar and a pair of scissors. He looked pretty rough right now, probably from the whole being drugged thing. He was lying on his side, and looked like he was attempting to sit up. Pathetic.

"Huh... wha..." Bakugou murmured, but I don't think he was really able to form words at this point. I almost felt bad for him, but then I remembered why I had put him in this situation. He was never gonna hurt Midoriya again.

Where to start... I weighed the crowbar in my hands. It was so tempting to just beat him within an inch of his life. But that wouldn't work, this situation needed to be handled... tactfully. I ran my fingers through his hair. Very soft and fine. I tightened my grip and pulled him to me.

"Alright. You aren't even going to remember this so I don't know why I bother... whatever, here's the situation. I really need you to leave Midoriya alone. And because I am your courteous classmate, I've decided to... help you with that." I let go of him, and he collapsed at my feet. I kicked him in the stomach and he flinched hard. I sized him up and made some considerations. Everything he's worked for his entire life... I could take that from him in just a few minutes. So easily... just a few swings of a crowbar. He was already trembling on the floor, and I hadn't even done anything yet. How is it that people like him could call themselves heroes? He acts like a villain and somehow he gets the job? Meanwhile my brother was the perfect hero and now... Bakugou doesn't deserve to be a hero. Just thinking about my brother made me furious. I clenched my hand around the crowbar, and I took a swing. He would regret even looking at Midoriya wrong. What a satisfying crunch. A villain like him didn't need his kneecaps intact anyway. He made some kind of sound, like a gasp of pain mixed with slurred cursing. I crouched down and looked him in the eyes, which appeared to be tearing up a bit.

"I suggest you try not to scream. I can and I will make this worse if you do." With that, I hit him again. Part of me wanted to hear him scream, then I would know it was working, but that would certainly get in the way of secrecy.

Seeing his legs broken made me pleased. He didn't deserve to walk again.

"Are you..." I grabbed his jaw and made him look at me, "You are... pathetic." He was crying, as if he didn't deserve this. He squirmed slightly, but he was too weak to do anything.

I took a quick scan of the room, like most people, he had a chair. I needed him upright for this, I didn't want him to die or anything. Once I got him sitting, I was ready. My safety scissors. They were red and had a squiggly blade to make interesting paper shapes. As an added bonus, they were also incredibly dull.

"Now then... I've wanted to tell you this since the day we met... I think you'd be a lot better, if you would just shut up." I pulled out my scissors and pried open his mouth. Not exactly difficult with the state he was in. "Don't struggle, or this is going to hurt a lot more." I maneuvered my scissors, only for Bakugou to clamp his teeth down on my hand. Fuck. He was going to regret that. My hand was bleeding a little, I was going to have to cover that up. This won't be his first taste of blood this evening. I jam the scissors in his mouth and cut blindly, and cut... something? Definitely got part of his tongue. This was a bit more blood that I was anticipating. I took a step back, I couldn't get his blood on my clothes, that would be extremely incriminating. I set down the scissors on his desk, and took off my blazer, rolling up my sleeves. Even from a distance I could see he had tears streaming down his face. How tragic.

"I told you not to struggle." I picked my scissors back up and looked at what I had to work with. He had blood dripping from his mouth, but that was fine with me. I had soap in my bathroom and a working sink. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head forward, "I recommend staying like this. You will choke to death if you lean back." Although I could kill him, I didn't really want to do that.

I made another attempt on his tongue, this time actually getting a piece off. He looked like he wanted to scream, but luckily, he's a smart boy and wouldn't do that. His tongue was looking a bit... rough. I would need to smooth that out with some more precise cuts. He was bleeding a lot, but I kept my body away from him. I made an attempt for another cut, but my scissors stopped. Were they too gunked up with blood? I tried to move them but they were stuck. I needed to use some more force. I slammed the scissors shut and he flinched back. I grabbed him by his hair again and pulled him forward. I really didn't need him dying on my watch.

The air was beginning to get a heavy scent of blood. Not that that really bothered me. I was sure at this point he wasn't going to be able to say anything to Midoriya, or anyone really. By the nature of my scissors and handywork, this seemed like something that could get infected. An infection in the mouth would be less than ideal.

Since Bakugou likes to cook, I knew finding some salt wouldn't be difficult. I filled a glass with water and mixed in a nice amount of salt.

"You want to live right?" I raised the glass to his lips, but he didn't seem to be interested. As it turns out, maybe he wasn't as smart of a boy as I thought. He was breathing pretty heavily, and leaned back. Was he trying to kill himself? I corrected him again and forced him to drink some of the salt water.

I forced him further forward, so he couldn't try to kill himself again. As I'd expect from anyone who takes even the most basic pride in his appearance, Bakugou had a small selection of self care items in his bathroom. Most relevant to this situation, a washcloth.

I still didn't want him to die, although from his behavior it seemed like maybe he wanted me to kill him, so I was going to have to prevent him from bleeding too much. That's where the washcloth came in. I cut off a strip and folded it neatly, before carefully putting it into place. He had gone quiet at this point, but was still crying. I had only one thing left to do now.

"By the way..." I looked into his defeated eyes, "I'm framing Kirishima for this."