Bakugou Katsuki.
An angry, villainous monster. That's the general term for people to use. No one bothers to care for him, because he's strong. Strong people can't hurt, right?
The taxi swerved around the light traffic, the driver unnecessarily pressing the gas pedal as Denki plastered himself to the backseat.
"D-do you have to go that fast?" Denki asked sheepishly when they reached their first red light of the ride, near to the dorms. The driver didn't respond, and Denki relocated his gaze towards the machine in the front. "Who's payin'? Come on, speak up!"
The taxi was silent. In the mirror, Bakugou saw the driver smile as the driver started to drive again. Bakugou glared at Jirou, who sighed as she pulled out a crumpled 20 dollar bill from her phone case, her purple bob swishing around - to the great annoyance of Denki.
"Quit it!"
"Shut up," Jirou said swiftly, the blonde boy quieting down like he had been slapped. Which, he sort of had, with words. As the car screeched to a stop in front of the dorms, Mina was the first to hop out.
"We're free!!" She cried, running to the familiar building and hugging its walls. Denki followed swiftly, and Sero walked towards the two with a slightly calmer - though not too calm - manner.
"Shut up!" Bakugou snapped and shoved his hands in his pockets. He cringed slightly at the pain in his arms, and removed them from his pockets immediately. He looked at Jirou, who had a shadowed look on her face. She motioned to his arms.
"Well?" Jirou asked, dragging the 'll' out, stalking towards him.
"It's nothing," Bakugou said, a tiny bead of sweat forming at the top of his forehead. He rolled his red eyes and stared the purple haired girl down. "Get away."
"I'll accept it if it's past scars, but.." For some reason, her face suddenly darkened, the shadows becoming more pronounced, yet her eyes brightened - glimmering in the weak sunlight. It made her look like an evil villainess, which Bakugou thought was cool.
"Then accept it. It's past scars," He said, pushing past her and stalking to the door. As if it knew, it swung open silently and let them in.
-Bakugou POV-
I tried to keep my head from whipping back around at Jirou, and I managed it - barely. How the hell did she pick things up so fast? I couldn't have shown pain on my face for more than a second.
"I guess that's just her for you... How is everyone so-" I started to think, before biting my lip. I felt a flash of pain, and then warmness. It wasn't so different then the feeling of cutting, but then again, I had more skin then I had lip area. (that sounds so wrong i'm very sorry)
Silently, I walked up to my room, allowing the door to slam as I gingerly sat on my bed. Why was this so annoying? I thought having people to talk to would help, but no. If anything, it made me worse.
"Can I just end it all? I'm tired of this shit."
"Can I?"
"Can I? I can, right? Right...?"
"I can! Yes, I can."
I smiled.
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After searching things up online, I came to a conclusion. I'd first find my way into getting enough supplies for an overdose, and if that didn't work, a jump or hanging.
The spicy scent of curry filled my nose, but I stayed up for a while. Everyone would be eating and I didn't want to disturb them. I heard the chatter from up in my room, and inwardly cringed whenever I was brought up.
"I can't believe him. Why does he exist?"
"I don't know.. All he cares about is himself."
"If that's it, what's the point of even being a hero?"
"He's too strong for his own good! It's unfair!"
"Yeah... He's unbelievably strong," Deku's voice floated up into my ears, and I paused, listening harder.
