Tics and Scratches

Chapter 13

Bakugo had been laying face down on his teacher's shoulders for almost 10 minutes before he felt a pat on his back that clearly said "it's time to get up." 

And sure enough moments later Aizawa softly murmured, "I think it's time to talk about this, kiddo."

"Die! You fucking extra!" Bakugo quickly bolted off of Aizawa's shoulder, horrified at what he had just said to the man that had comforted him. 

"Exactly." Aizawa responded dryly as he hauled Bakugo off the floor despite the arms that were being unintentionally swung at him. Aizawa kept his eyes on Bakugo as he silently followed behind the teacher almost as if he was scared Bakugo would run away any minute. A couple of weeks ago that fear would've been much more warranted. Despite still despising the idea of sharing this weakness, Bakugo knew it was time to talk to someone. He'd failed at keeping it a secret and this was the punishment. Mercifully, Aizawa had led him to the empty staff room instead of the classroom. There was something about sitting in class with all the seats empty that disconcerted Bakugo, the corner seats his teacher chose for them were far more comfortable.

Bakugo pulled his knees to his chest in an attempt to muffle the "blasting off!" that came tumbling out, disturbing the perfect stillness that had settled across the room. Although he was through the worse of the tic attack he still felt the built up electricity residing inside of him, begging to be released over and over again. Other than the occasional vocal tic, the two sat in silence, Aizawa clearly wanting Bakugo to start the conversation. It was fair enough really, last time Aizawa had tried it had ended up with Bakugo yelling at him to 'fuck off' and neither of them really wanted to relive that.

Katsuki paused, looking up to make direct eye contact with the concerned eyes of his teacher. It was clear he already knew, they had talked about it for gods sake, yet Bakugo still found himself wiping the sweat off his hands onto his PE uniform.

"I think you were right." He rushed out while hanging his head, the part of him that was desperate to get it all out into the open taking the lead. When Aizawa still didn't reply Katsuki carried on. "About the fucking tic thing. I just keep doing stupid shit and I don - Kacchan! - don't know why. I don't know what to fucking do Mr. Aizawa. I tried to stop it! I promise!"

Bakugo could practically see Aizawa loosen up, finally letting a big breath free from his lungs. The older man looked so relieved, maybe even prideful if Bakugo's eyes weren't acting up.

"Thank god you told me, Kiddo. I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that." Bakugo felt himself flush red. There was nothing for his teacher to be proud about. All he had done was cause trouble for everybody around him. Before Bakugo could form any sort of argument against the compliment, Aizawa had started talking again.

"Look, Bakugo, I'm no doctor but I think it's pretty obvious to the both of us that you have some sort of tic situation going on." Bakugo merely nodded at Aizawa's blunt statement. "Do you feel an urge to do these things or do they just happen?"

"I thought you said you weren't a fucking doctor." Bakugo snapped. He really wasn't in the mood for being interrogated about the ins and outs of what he was feeling. All he knew was that he's fucking tired and wants to get this over and done with as soon as possible, meaning minimal questioning was needed.

"Would you rather tell this to a doctor confidentially then? It's a perfectly valid option if you don't want me involved." Aizawa said leaning backwards in his chair and crossing his legs. When  it was put that way Bakugo decided he would really rather not divulge his soul to a doctor all by himself. Having some support would be nice. Plus, Aizawa had come this fair with him already, might as well complete the story.

"No! It's fine just give me a fucking minute, old man." Bakugo took a deep breath, preparing himself for the moment he had been dreading ever since this started. Actually having to talk about this in detail. "I get urges or whatever the fuck you called them." Just thinking about the pressure that encompassed his entire being the majority of the time sent his body into spasms. He really wanted to go to his room and deal with this alone.