Wash The Pain Away_TodoBaku

Problems Arise

                                                            💔💢Bakugou's POV💢💔

I made it back to my dorm room safely. No one woke up or saw me. After putting my things away, I looked at the clock. It was 6 o'clock. I sighed, getting my uniform, without the tie of course. Everyone thinks I don't wear a tie to rebel against the rules and just add to the whole villainous monster thing they like to think about me. But that's not true. I don't wear a tie because when I do it feels too much like when she's trying to suffocate me. She always makes it as painful as possible, always letting up right before I pass out. Then she gets the knives and lighters and starts hitting me...No! Stop it!

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts, I don't need a panic attack right before class, that wouldn't end well. Quickly taking a shower and dressing, I put on my shoes and grabbed my bag before walking out of my dorm, remembering to lock the door before I left. I don't want anyone trying to go into my room. I have too many secrets. It would only scare them more.

Sighing again, I went downstairs too tired to notice that quite a few of the 1A students were awake and eating breakfast. When I did notice, it was too late. I didn't have time to comprehend all of the glares and disappointed faces pointed at me before all of the shoutings started.

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do this?!"

Wait, what? What's going on? What did I do now?

"How could you bully Deku-kun?!!!"

"Why would you tell him to swan dive off of a roof?!!!"

Oh. Crap. They weren't supposed to find out about that! Deku said he wouldn't tell them, that he understood why I had done all of that because of what was going on with her.

I can't believe I trusted him. I realized that my breathing was starting to get slightly heavier, but it seems no one else did. That figures they don't care, so why would they bother to even try to see what was happening? Just as I thought this, Ururaka punched me square in the jaw, knocking me into the marble kitchen counter. I landed on the sharp corner of the counter, causing it to open one of the many large slashes on my back from my last 'lesson'. My eyes widened as I hunched over slightly in pain, my breathing becoming uneven. I was starting to lose focus. My body was still healing and I was going to lose control of my quirk soon. My body was using so much energy trying to heal me that I didn't have enough energy left over to control my quirk very well.

Blood started running out of the slash on my back, I slipped down and sat on the floor, I could still hear my classmates yelling at me...they didn't notice the blood. Either that or they just didn't care. Probably the latter. If I didn't stop the bleeding soon, I was going to pass out. Shakily, I stood up. I was punched again by Uraraka. She began kicking me once I was on the floor. I stayed silent through the whole thing. She didn't let up until the BakuSquad stopped her. They held her back as I stood, blood leaking out of my mouth and several bruises forming everywhere. There was blood all over my uniform as her attack had opened every one of my injuries. The entire class had at some point come and had seen most everything. They all stared in varying ways. Anger. Disappointment. Worry. Confusion. Some were even smirking in mirth at my being injured. I winced as I tried to walk only to immediately stop, hunching over, clutching my stomach as I viciously coughed up handfuls of blood. After my coughing fit stopped, I slightly saw the looks of horror on my classmates' faces, I stood up straight and turned around. Grabbing multiple paper towels and disinfectants, I went back to where they were and cleaned up the mess of blood, throwing them away afterward. 

I turned to my classmates and said, "You might want to hurry up, class starts in 5 minutes."

And at that, I turned and left. Walking out of the dorms to the UA building, made my way to Aizawa's classroom and sat at my desk, pulling out my earbuds and phone, not even bothering to fix my injuries. They probably all want me dead anyway. I have no reason to care anymore. I put on one of my many playlists, this one named Bloodied Roses.