Snowed In

Part 1

Bakugou was going to die.

And what a shitty death it would be, stuck in the middle of nowhere frozen in his damned car all because it was snowing too hard. No one would find him until spring at this rate; a very pissed off frozen popsicle with a last written will of 'No one gets any of my stuff, I leave it all to my ghost'.

He hated winter. He hated snow and cold and ice. He hated that instead of just having the holidays in the city where he could sleep wrapped up in his blanket all day and only go to his parents for dinner, they all ended up in some mountain resort where Bakugou couldn't even go on decent hikes because the cold weather left him wet with chattering teeth in fifteen minutes. He hated all the idiot families running around him, all the idiot tourist bullshit, all the scratchy resort sheets and shower heads with terrible water pressure. He hated winter. He wanted Christmas and New Years and all the rest of it to be over already.

Now, he wouldn't even make it that far. He was going to die in his car all because of black fucking ice and his phone giving him shitty directions (or, refusing to follow said directions, but really it was all the same when you could barely read the roadsides with all the snow falling from the sky). Bakugou swore up and down he was going to haunt everyone so fucking hard because of this.

All around him snow was still falling. He wasn't entirely sure for how long he had been sitting there-- when he crashed, he smacked his head hard as the airbags went off. He blacked out at some point, blinking back to reality with a throbbing head that, when he touched against his forehead, his fingers came away with tacky blood. It had to have been for only a few minutes, because he could still see out of his smashed windows.

Sighing heavily, Bakguou sat back in his seat, wondering how long he'd have to wait for the sweet release of death to take him away from this hell. His head was throbbing, his body ached. Nothing was broken, he figured at least, while wiggling his fingers and toes, but it was likely he had a concussion. And here, everyone he knew was always so worried he'd get lost while mountain climbing or fall down some rocky ravine and die, but no. He wished. At least with the mountains and rock walls he would have been able to look up at a blue sky and die while warm, sunburned probably, but better then slowly losing feeling in his limbs while watching them turn black before falling off.

He wanted to shout, to yell, but knew none of that would do any good. He'd managed to find his phone in his car, fallen on the ground cracked a bit, but otherwise still looking fine except, of course, there was no signal out this far in the middle of nowhere. Typical.

Bakugou wondered if it would be worth it to get out, see if he could follow the road to the nearest town, if that nearest town was near enough. Frozen dead in his car or frozen dead lost in the woods? Both options sounded just peachy. Or, maybe, he'd get lucky and a car would drive by and see him.

"Would've been easier if the crash just killed me," he huffed, throwing his phone back to the passenger seat, useless beyond not dying without a soundtrack, but music right now sounded too melodramatic for his taste.

He closed his eyes, shifting to get as comfortable as his sore body could in the crushed up driver's seat, hoping that at least if he fell asleep it would all come quicker. Bakugou pulled his jacket tighter around him even so, clenching his jaw to stop from chattering in the biting cold that seeped in quickly through the cracked windows and smashed exterior.

He fucking hated the holidays.

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A dog barked and Bakugou's eyes snapped open.

He wouldn't be surprised if Hell did have dogs, but as soon as he jerked and felt the sharp biting pain of cold all through his limbs, he knew for a fact he wasn't lucky enough to be dead yet. His headache felt worse now, throbbing behind his eyes and down his neck. He hissed, turning away from where the bark came from.