Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)

⚠️Chapter 8⚠️

Bakugou was not having it. Sure, he had been elated when he was told he could join the rest of his class but he was not doing swimming. Definitely not.

"Awe Bakugou, come on, stop being a wuss.", Sero pleaded mockingly nudging Bakugou's waist to which he received a slap, "Damn someone is grumpy today. . . "

Bakugou muttered under his breath and stomped over to a bench in the shade, sweatpants and t-shirt on with no intention of swimming.

"Sero stop pestering him, he was sick yesterday.", Jirou rolled her eyes as she leaned against the pool side.

"That was yesterday, today is today and he doesn't look that sick to me.", Sero shrugged, though his face grew from unbothered to a wide smirk. Stalking his way over to the blonde who was minding his own business, his grin grew wider. Bakugou had not noticed him yet.

"Does he have a death wish?", Ojirou grumbled calmly swinging his feet in the water.

"Hey. . . ", the black haired male cooed as he stood in front of the bench the blonde was sat at, "I think you deserve a little dip in the pool, no?"

Bakugou looked up and grimaced, "Fuck off."

Deserve? He didn't deserve anything.

"Leave him alone, Sero.", Todoroki dragged him by the arm to the pool, away from Bakugou who was quite literally lost in his own world.

What did he deserve? Happiness? Was the incident just his karma? Did he deserve it?

He did not.

But did he know that? Did he think that? No.

Everything was his fault. He should've known; he should've known when his heat would come. He should have known better. It was his fault.

It was all his fault.

Everything is my fault.

"Kacchan? You want ice cream?", Midoriya held out a small tub of ice cream with sprinkles on the top, heart sprinkles. Ironic.

The blonde only hummed in approval before taking it, though he only held it. It will be his own fault if it melts. It was his own fault for not noticing Midoriya's worried glances from the ice cream to his pained face.

Quickly scoffing his own ice cream, which had near given him brain freeze, he picked up Bakugou's. Midoriya scooped up a spoonful of ice cream with the classic neon pink spoon and held it in front of the blondes mouth. Bakugou ate it. Without realising, he had just opened his mouth and eaten it.

"Are you okay? Do you still feel sick?", Midoriya asked feeding Bakugou more ice cream. The blonde only hummed in response. It puzzled the poor Alpha – though made him feel quite worried. Worried enough to want to drag him away somewhere private to talk to him.

So he did. Midoriya pulled him up and left the ice cream on the bench, leaving the others who did not bat an eyelid.

"Kacchan?", Midoriya tried to grab the blondes attention as they stood in a secluded spot a few seconds away from the pool but enough to be able to hear each other without having to repeat it, "Kacchan!"

Midoriya tried again. He raised his voice slightly and gently shook Bakugou but, again, he responded with a quiet hum. Though this time he made eye contact with the other.

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling sick? Do you need me to–", Midoriya paused as Bakugou's eyes glistened with tears. He looked down in shame as he began to weep. After all it was his fault.

It was his fault Midoriya was worried. Midoriya could not have fun because of him. He was ruining it. Pathetic.

Much to his surprise, he was pulled into a tight hug. A warm hand stroked the back of his head; the other was wrapped around his waist.