Bakugou has tourettes but he doesn't want any one to know. he thinks people will think he's weird for not being able to control certain things he does. he tries to hide it for as long as he can, by pretending he's just naturally that disruptive.
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Deku and the sparkly bitch looked up from what they were doing.
"Oh, hi Kacchan."
"Bonjour mon ami!"
They both greeted.
"Not what I asked."
I said. Glaring at the pile of glitter on the table.
"We were decorating a banner for a party the class was planning."
This is when that little sparkly shit interrupted me!
"Ah yes, an astravagant party."
He laughed. Throwing a handful of glitter into the air.
"Not really astravagant, but a party nonetheless."
Deku said to him.
"Why a party?"
I asked. Honestly tired of this conversation.
"Why not mon ami?"
That glitter obsessed maniac asked with his creepy ass smile.
It didn't use to bother me until recently... when I started to notice him just staring at me. Fucking creep.
"FUCK OFF!!!"
I ticked out of nowhere.
"I was only joking mon ami."
He said sadly.
Well Fuck... now he's Fucking depressed... Now what?
I looked at Deku for help... God that sounded weird.
He just awkwardly smiled and looked away.
Well shit...
"Sorry..."
I said quietly.
The human disco ball looked at me with confusion.
"R-realy?"
"Yeah whatever..."
He looked lost in thought for a while.
"May I ask you something?"
"I guess."
"Why have you been so agitated recently?"
He asked.
"Why the fuck do people keep asked that?!"
"Well, your not exactly the best at hiding your feelings Kacchan..."
"Shut up, I'm the best at everything!"
"FUCK!"
I ticked, jerking my head to the side.
The shiny bastard flinched at the sudden yelling.
"And you keep doing that! I'm getting concerned."
His face looked genuinely worried.
I looked towards Deku for help, and he once again decided to be useless.
I sighed...
"Fuck it, basically the entire class knows at this point. Why keep it a secret? You know what tourettes is?"
"...I've... herd of it..."
"I'm gonna have to explain this arnt I?"
He nodded.
"Basically your body does whatever the fuck it wants without you approving it first. So like the yelling and the head jerk thing... that's what we call a tic, and it's fucking annoying."
"I see... is that why you guys are getting along now? Because he knows?"
"Don't push it. We're not getting along!"
He just smiled in return.
"I'm guessing you want me to keep this to myself?"
"...At this point... most of the class already knows so... just keep it within the class."
He nodded. Never braking that creepy fucking smile.
We all continued talking, and at some point I was drafted into helping them decorate.
Of course the Glitter force wanna be, decided to chuck a handful of glitter at me!
I proceeded to do the mature thing and chase him around the kitchen with a knife because I'm a mature adult... kinda, and using quirks inside is against the rules.
That is until four eyes came in saying I was being very un heroic or some shit. And then got mad at me when I ended up copying his weird air choppy thing.
It ended up spiraling out of control, to the point of us all throwing glitter at each other, and ended with us all covered in glitter, and being yelled at by Mr Aizawa.
We inevitably had to clean up all this glitter and and holy shit did that take forever.
Moral of the story is, if somebody throws glitter at you grab the bottle and shove it down their throat so then you don't have to clean up glitter later.
This glitter is going to be stuck to me until the day I die.
Author's note:
I wish it were longer yada yada. Anyway we can add him to the board of people who know
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