--BLUE HAIRED IDIOT-- Bakugo Katsuki love story

Chapter nineteen ✔️

-there may or may not be mentions of depression,drug use and light sexual activities so if that makes you uncomfortable, i apologize.

also the plot will be different from the anime/manga so dont get mad if it's different. Mac's quirk will be mentioned a lot in this, but will not give a full description(i was going to put one here but i like leaving yall to figure thibgs out, but ill give an analysis about it soon) so yall dont have to read a bunch of nonsense before actually getting to the chapter.

also i keep forgetting Mac has a tail so lets pretend he's had ine in every single chaoter ive writen lmao

Let me know what yall think about this one

---This chapter will be in Mac's 3rd person pov-

The day Bakugo left him was one of those things where he didn't want to believe that he'll only be gone for a little bit even though in reality, he's not here. They've been gone longer than a few days before and it seemed like it was the end of the world. But he's been gone over a whole week. He should've been back home by now. He was suppose to call him the first chance he got when he returned home. No contact was made. He even went out of his way to text Mitsuki to see if everything was okay. No response. Mac understood, though. He Bakugos were a hard working family. They would be too busy to respond anyway. But something didnt seem right to him.

The news had mentioned something about the training camp that the students of U.A was attending for the summer. Many students were injured, no fatalities so far. One pro hero had went missing and one student was kidnapped,but to a full disclosure, they weren't allowed to name the victims. Mac was extremely worried. He had the worse case scenerio in his head. What if it was Bakugo they had took? What if he was being tortured to death? What if they never found him? All these "what-ifs" danced around like popcorn in the microwave. They didnt seem to stop popping.

His emotions have gotten out of hand to the point where he could hardly control his quirk.  He locked himself in his room to limit interactions with his sister and niece, not wanting anything bad to happen. He needed to get out of the apartment and go someplace where he could let his quirk out. But that would be extremely hard to do.  Everything he looked at, whether it was a piece of paper, or someone on t.v , he wanted to ravish it. All of this was because of him.

Pain was the only thing that could stop him from using his quirk if he did have to go out of his room. It started with a rubber band on his wrist, something to snap him out of it. But the harder he pulled and let it go to hit his skin, he just became numb. He had already bitten off most of his fingernails to the point where they were jagged and bleeding. After the nails, and rubber band to the wrist didn't work, he started smoking more than he normally did. His lungs ached and his room was starting to stench of cigarettes. Opening the window didnt help because his senses would heighten due to not using it. Butts from the cancer sticks were starting to overfill on the ashtray by his bedside table, making a mess of ashes. The stinch was driving him crazy.

His phone vibrated beside him, making him jump. His mind said it was Bakugo texting him to tell him he was okay, and that he didnt need to worry, but to his disappointment, it was a client.

Yo,Bring the good coosh. Me and my buddies need a pick me up from baby sitting.-D

Out of all the things that could be happening , the crusty dude wants weed. Great.

Sure. I'll be there.-Mac

He showered before even leaving the apartment, wanting to get rid of the stale smoke smell on his body. He had also not showered since the news report, so he really needed one. What meant to be a quick one, turned out to be an hour. He had the water turned all the way to the hottest setting, wanting the pain of defeat to be blocked out by the boiling water. Hot turned to cold as he used up all of it, making himself sit there for a good ten minutes in the freezing water to numb his body. By the time he was finished, he was a shivering mess.