TodoBaku I don't have a name for lol

Chapter 1

Bakugo POV

My alarm goes off.

I quickly press stop. although I should get rid of it considering I haven't slept in a while. The dreams keep getting worse and worse. Every time I close my eyes all I can see are the villains. I know it's pathetic, but I just can't seem to control it. The worst part is I have no one to talk to. Which is kinda funny because I thought I did. I thought that someone would notice. No one has. it's been months now and not a soul around has notice the bags under my eyes or the scars and bruises that litter my body. I try to brush it off, but how can I? I'm constantly surrounded by people and yet I feel like I'm the only person on earth. 

I sigh and get up, quickly putting on my uniform and walking out of my dorm. when I get to the common area I start making breakfast for everyone, as always. They all start rushing in taking a plate and saying thank you. While I'm cooking my 'friends', Kirishima, Denki, mina, sero, all sit at the counter talking, waiting for me to finish. When I'm done we all walk to class and it begins.

I just stare around the room barely listening to mr. Aizawa, but writing down what I have to. I catch myself staring at the half and half bastard a couple times, but quickly avert my gaze elsewhere.

As I'm looking outside zoning out I hear people's conversations. Some about love and shit. Others about plans for the weekend. They all made me wanna vomit. I hate love it is so stupid. Why would I fall in love just to be hurt. no matter how hard you try or how much you love that person they will eventually leave....everyone does. Then I was suddenly pulled back into reality by the bell ringing for lunch.

I notice people were staring. I guess when I was thinking I crushed a part of my desk out of anger. I should work on that.

"tch. what the hell are you extras lookin' at?!" I quickly got up walking out of the classroom with my hands in my pockets and a slight slouch....I could feel their eyes on me.

I go into the restroom and lock myself in a stall. I can feel my breathing getting more and more uneven. I'm trying to regulate it, but I can't. I start pacing back and forth shaking my hands as if to shake the anxiety away. of course it doesn't work. I decide to sit on the floor with my knees against my chest. I close my eyes and try to imagine a calming place. then suddenly I hear loud banging on the stall door. I look down at the persons feet immediately recognizing them. It was half and half. I got up flushed the toilet as if I had just finished shitting and opened the stall door.

"Move it icy hot!" I yelled angrily at him.

"just wanted to ask if you were ok. you seemed real anxious in class and then just stormed out." he said with his usual emotionless tone. which pisses me off even more because I just don't understand how someone can be so put together and calm 24/7.

"of course I am." i said normally to try and get him off my ass.

"Mhm. just tell me if you need to talk." he says as he walked past me into the stall.

all I can do is stand there shocked. I mean why was he so nice about it? didn't he think I was a crazy monster after seeing me Crush the edge of my desk?! ugh! I can't think right now I have to get back to class. I wash my hands and leave. The rest of the day was long. I kept thinking about what icy hot had said. I mean what if everyone thinks I need help? even worse...what if everyone thinks I'm an even bigger monster now? I start shaking my leg to release some anxiety but its not working....it never does. I start to scratch my arms through my clothing, feeling pain always seems to work, so I do that until I feel blood...that immediately snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.

luckily there was only 10 minutes left in class so I could clean up after. I look around the classroom to make sure no one saw the blood and of course with my shitty ass luck I lock eyes with the candy cane bastard. Obviously I snap my head back around and act like nothing happened.