Tics and Scratches

Chapter 3

*Just as a warning Katsuki encounters a creepy man in this chapter - he gets a little too close and there is a little bit of nonconsensual touching! If you want to skip this chapter just put a comment and I will summarise everything that happens in the chapter for you :)*

Bakugo let out a sigh as he zipped up his last bag. It was getting late and it didn't look like his parents had been bluffing. If he really was going to walk all the way over to Kirishima's he wasn't going to be there until around 1am. Shit. He definitely should've left earlier but honestly he was just holding out hope that his parents would either magically reappear or transfer him some money. But here he was, staring at his open front door at 11pm mentally preparing himself to walk halfway to UA before stopping off at his best friend's house and begging for a ride. Past Katsuki would be so disappointed in himself right now. At least he still had the rebellion in him to leave an extremely crude note addressed to his parents stuck on the fridge.

Eventually Bakugo shook himself out of procrastinating the situation and hauled his bags out of the front door and down the porch steps. With every step down the road he regretted his decisions more and more - not that he had many other options. It was cold and dark and he could already feel a few rain drops beginning to fall (because of course he lived in some shitty romcom that rained at every fucking opportunity.) Thinking about it, he could call shitty hair to come pick him up but he refused to steep quite that low. Knowing the obnoxious redhead's family they were probably all fast asleep already dreaming of manliness and rainbows. In moments like these he found himself lusting to be part of a family like that. One where everyone supported each other no matter what, where someone actually gave a flying shit if you were kidnapped. Not that he needed anyone's love or anything. All that stuff is fucking gross.

By the time he was halfway to Kirishima's he was disgruntled at best. He would never admit it to anyone but he was knackered. The rain had picked up in intensity a good 30 minutes ago and his water logged clothes were making him feel like he was dragging around weights. He was sure his suitcase was heavier than he remembered and he was beginning to think he had accidentally packed his childhood rock collection into his backpack. So as his watch clocked midnight he finally caved and sat below a random bridge he had come across. It probably wasn't a good idea to be in such a sketchy location this late, even if he was a hero in training, but it was the only sheltered place nearby. To top the whole situation off his neck was going fucking insane. It had a complete life of its own as it forced itself up, down and side to side almost as if it was trying to shake the rain out of his hair. An ache was beginning to settle deep inside of his neck as a result and he was not pleased about it. Honestly he was beginning to worry about how he was going to explain this at school. Obviously his first plan of action way to suppress the movements for as long as possible but that plan would never last forever - he lived with the people for gods sake, they were bound to notice at some point. He could cave and tell Aizawa about his theory involving the LoV but he had already messed up at Kamino so badly he didn't really want to add fuel to the fire. Either way the outcome wasn't ideal.

He had barely sat down when he heard the splashing of footsteps in front of him. Instantly he rose back up to his feet already on the defensive. Why was he so god damn nervous? He's the future number one hero, he shouldn't be scared of some rapidly approaching silhouette. He tried squinting to make out the build of his potential attacker but that just started off the obsessive blinking that got him in trouble last night again. Slowly, as to not raise any suspicion, he leaned down to hoist his backpack onto his back ready to make a swift exit depending on the persons quirk. Finally he could make out the stature of a gaunt looking man who was tall enough to loom over him. Katsuki's head snapped to the side as he tried to exude his typical intimidating aura. This confrontation needed to end quickly and in a way that meant he wasn't forced to blow up some random man.