It's Just Medicine // KiriBaku // Sad Bakugou

Unlikely Friends

{Bakugou's POV}

Fuck. Fuck. Why the fuck is she here? I'm so fucking screwed.

I groaned internally as a familiar puff of neatly brushed white hair bounced into the class.

Kanjo (Calling her Fu sounded weird, not gonna lie) stood proud and tall as she bounced from her heels to her toes. Her pale yellow-blue-pink crop top hoodie bent up and down and her white shirt underneath was neatly tucked into an even paler pink shirt with white socks and a blue and yellow pair of shoes. Her hair had been neatly brushed with some flowers decorating it, like natural accessories.

"Everyone, meet Kanjo Fu. If you do not know her, she is in class 1-B and is Recovery Girl's apprentice. She will be covering half of the classes for mental health week and will be checking in on you regularly for appointments." Aizawa explained.

"Hi!!" The white haired female beamed and waved.

Let me be honest, I wanted to be like Kanjo. I wanted to be the kind of person who would instantly get liked. A person where they're not looked down as villains. Kanjo and Deku were both that kind of person.

Scratch that, everyone in shitty class 1-A were those people. They were all fucking angels. And me? I was nothing but the devil himself.

I could feel myself getting more and more bitter as each and every one of us was called up. Kanjo had her fair share of common reactions. Some which concerned me a little.

With each person, Kanjo always took a small moment to note something down before she proceeded with the next person.

It kind of freaked me out, watching her quirk in action.

The way her eyes turned completely white and when her hair turned black for a pitch moment before it returned snow white again. She always seemed so strong, handling all that emotion and pain from each and everyone of us.

Before I knew it, it had been my turn already.

Everything suddenly went in slow motion. Then Kanjo looked at me with a sympathetic look as she placed her hand around my wrist. Suddenly everything went pitch black.

{Kanjo's POV}

Everything whirled in my head so quickly. With each new classmate of class 1-A came a new trauma. A new secret was revealed to me. I didn't want to do this, if I'm being honest. I don't like evading in on other people's businesses and it just seemed a little intruding.

But since I was Recovery Girl's apprentice and because of my quirk, I was chosen to do this job.

It wasn't until Kacchan's turn that I realized this job was much darker.

I could feel my spirit leave my body as I grabbed his wrist. I began to zone out, everything fading to black and every single bit of Kacchan's past flitted past my eyes. I saw glimpses of multiple traumas he had.

I saw him get trapped in a room that lit on fire. He had gotten badly injured and was rushed to hospital.

I saw him whimper softly in the corner as shadows of his parents became visible for a brief moment, seemingly arguing.

I saw him be thrown to the ground and beaten to a pulp.

I saw him be used so many times.

So much happened that I could barely process it all. It was only until I had realized that Kacchan had endured the most pain.

"KANJO!" I heard Aizawa shout.

I yelped and jerked my hand away from Kacchan, shocked by the sudden call. My hair slowly faded to white and I shook my head, trying to free myself from the heavy headache I had received.