Terminal Sinners

Chapter 8: Two Tired Guys and Their Friendly Neighborhood Shit-disturber

Chapter 8: Two Tired Guys and Their Friendly Neighbourhood Shit-disturber

*trigger warning* detailed panic attack, mentions of past child abuse, depictions of injury, depictions of homelessness and hunger, self-deprecating thoughts, feelings of unworthiness

Please read at your own risk, there will be a chapter summary at the end if you feel like skipping this chapter :)

~H I T O S H I~

This was not how Shinsou Hitoshi had expected his day to go.

It had started off like every morning typically did. He woke up after roughly four hours of sleep on his rock of a mattress that he had scrounged up from the trash heap a few months prior, washed himself off in the cold-ass water down at the end of the beach with a cheap bar of soap that he desperately needed to replace, got dressed in his tattered up school uniform, and went to his shitty ass school.

School was typical too. Everybody talked to him until he responded. There was no fear when talking to him first, when making jabs at his too-small, torn uniform, at the obvious bags that were ever-present under his eyes, and of course the oh-so-original villain's quirk remarks. So he did as he always did. Smirked at them and asked how their day was going. That always shut them up real quick. Hitoshi never minded though. Quiet always meant safe at school. Quiet at home was a different story.

The only ones who never shut up around him were Zuku and his oblivious pining explosion of a roommate. Honestly, half of the headaches that the blonde boy gave him weren't even from his screeching and the greenette wasn't any better. God, he'd only known those two for six months, and even his emotionally stunted ass could tell that they were somehow made for eachother. It was exhausting, to say the least.

Though they were both inexplicably annoying, Hitoshi found that he rather enjoyed spending time with the rambunctious duo. He obviously spent more time with Zuku, the pure positivity and lightheartedness that flowed off the boy being simply infectious. Not even once in the short time that they'd known one another has his friend been anything less than selfless and carefree. At this point, it was to a degree that almost worried the insomniac. Even from what little he'd seen, the greenette was on a constant train of keeping everyone around him happy, always cracking jokes and keeping everyone entertained, but forever maintaining his air of mysteriousness that made Hitoshi feel like he had no idea who his friend really was on the inside. Not only that, but the family as a whole rarely ever brought up anything to do with the greenette's childhood. Stories from Bakugou's early days were something that was commonly told around the dinner table, much to Hitoshi and Zuku's amusement and Bakugou's embarrassed fury. A few times, Hitoshi had nonchalantly turned to Zuku and asked if he had any similar stories, or where he was at the time, seeing as him and the blonde had supposedly been best inseparable from straight out of the womb. The entire family would shut up at that, and the conversation would always be averted, either by a knowing grin and careful, calculated subject change from Zuku, or the storming off of a suddenly peeved Bakugou.

Bakugou was the complete opposite of his counterpart, Hitoshi learned quickly. He was selfish, cocky, rude and confident as hell. Granted, Zuku was inexplicably confident as well, but where the greenette's confidence lay within his intuitive yet easy-going nature, Bakugou's was exactly how every other thing in his life was. An explosion.

The blonde was very forthcoming in his dislike for the insomniac, which Hitoshi could appreciate in a way. It really made riling him up so much easier. Like whenever Hitoshi would shift slightly closer to Zuku, the blonde would growl under his breath. How he'd never back down from a glaring contest, but would immediately turn his attention to the greenette if asked for it. How if Hitoshi wanted him to do something, all he would have to do is turn it into some sort of challenge, and the explosive boy would immediately give it his all, kicking and screaming. Though Bakugou would yell in defiance if asked directly, Hitoshi liked to think that the blonde considered him somewhat as a friend. Maybe a rival or a frenemy fit the term more, but he reasoned that if the blonde really didn't want him around, he wouldn't be. It wouldn't be too hard to not let him into his house and force Zuku to only hang out with him outside. In a way, Hitoshi had come to appreciate the blonde's company even in Zuku's absence, if only for the way that he'd often spill when subtlety prodded about certain subjects that Zuku would only respond to with an unreadable smile and sharp eyes. Though even he could admit that Bakugou was quite smart, there was something eerie about Zuku's intelligence. It was almost like his friend always knew what he was thinking and was almost amused when the purple-haired boy thought that he could get something out of him. It was uncanny, to say the least, though an interesting trait nonetheless. Hitoshi had soon learned that there were some things that even the blonde wouldn't speak about, even while obviously challenged. Never anything about Zuku, ever, which only led Hitoshi to be more curious of the greenette's mysterious nature.