Depressed Bakugou

Chapter 0.5: Daffodil

Daffodils: A symbol of new beginnings and rebirth. 

Daffodils are often seen at the beginning of spring, indicating the end of winter, which is how it got its meaning. 

They are a bright yellow, and are often seen at weddings, especially during the spring. 

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A clicking of a pen sounded through the seemingly empty room, it's rhythm almost hypnotizing. The beat between each click is only three. The scratching of a pen was soon heard once the person holding the pen realized they were stuck in yet another bad memory. It's been happening a lot more often now that the boy thought about it. 

"I need to get my shit together.."  he thought to himself quietly 

Finishing up the work in from of himself, Katsuki Bakugou picked up all his stuff, including the pen which had his attention most of the time he spent sitting at his desk. Once everything was shoved into its correct spaces, Katsuki started walking towards his bathroom, that connected to his bedroom. It was small, but it was good since he didn't spend much time in the bathroom anyways, I mean why would he? 

Looking into the mirror, he's met with the image of under-eye bags, which seem to get darker the more he looks. His hair looks messy, unlike his well kept spikes. His lips look pale was chapped, since he hasn't drank water for the past hour or so. His eye's look slightly dull, but it's not noticeable unless you're looking for the usual fire within his eyes. Everything about himself looks less and less like him the more he looked, so with an eye roll and a click of his tongue, he ignored it. It's not that big of a deal anyways, he's just tired, it is getting close to his bedtime anyways. 

His classmates are idiots. They make fun of him for his bedtime, exactly 8:32 pm, it's not that early. They shouldn't waste their sleeping time, on their phones, then wake up and complain it's early, they should learn to manage their time better. Grabbing a small towel, Katsuki put it on the edge of his sink, before washing his face, hoping to rid a bit of his eye bags. The cool water hit his face, calming him slightly. 

Patting his face dry, he walked back to his room to change into some pajamas. He would've done it earlier, but he couldn't be bothered. He used to always do something the moment he was asked or told to do it, and if he was busy, he would do it the moment he finished what he was busy with. Lately though, he's been holding off on doing things. 

Slipping on his pajama pants and a plain black tank top, he sat down on his bed, looking at his phone. The time read 7:57 pm, he had about 20 minutes to eat some food, and then 15 minutes to scroll aimlessly through social medias. 

Just before he click another story of some random pro hero, three heavy knocks could be heard from his door. Tilting his head towards the door, he answered

"What do you want?" 

"Uh- Hey Bakugou! Dinner is ready, it's nothing too special-" 

"Nothing like your cooking!" Could be heard behind just as soon as the person, who Katsuki claimed to be Kirishima, said that 

"yea, it's nothing like your cooking, but it's just some simple Instant ramen, so come join us will ya?" It was pointless to even ask him to join if you ask Katsuki. They always came to call him for dinner, and he always joined, leaving immediately of course but he still joined them 

"Yea whatever, I'm coming." He responded 

Slipping on some slippers, Katsuki swung his door open to reveal a smiling Kirishima and an amused Kaminari. 

"Hurry the hell up!" He yelled as he walked past the two, not before he locked his door though.

The two followed behind him, talking to each other, getting Katsuki to grumble a response to them every now and then. It was pretty quiet, until they got into the elevator. 

"So Kacchan.. I've been wondering, when is the next time you're going to cook for us?" Kaminari asked him with a sly, but big grin on his face. 

"I told you to stop calling me that stupid nickname! And I'm not cooking for you or the rest of the class until that short bastard throws away his whole collection of girl pro hero's. Or until Shitty Deku can stop his mumbling" He answered angrily 

"B-but Kacchan! The only ones who can cook is you and Yao-Momo! We neeeedddd you dude! Otherwise all we're going to be eating for the next weeks is instant ramen and grilled cheese!" He hurriedly said, trying to convince Katsuki 

"Hah?! You said both me and ponytail, so why not ask her?" He grumbled, crossing his arms 

"Because she's going to her family tomorrow! Please will you cook for us!" 

"Tch, fine, but you guys need to learn how to cook for yourselves, it's a lifeskill that Everyone needs to know" With a ding the elevator door opened, and Katsuki left the two in the elevator to high five on the earned meal for tomorrow. 

He walked past everyone sitting in the common area, grabbing a bowl and serving himself some Ramen. Grabbing some chopsticks he made way for his designated spot at the table. Slowly more students sat down along with him, not sitting close to him, knowing he liked his space. He ate his food in silence, not bothered to try and have conversation with his shit classmates. 

"Bakugou! I heard you're making us dinner tomorrow! So Chef, what's it going to be?" Sero asked with an amused grin on his face. He enjoyed getting on Bakugou's Nerves, it was fun to watch him slowly loose his patience. 

"Who the hell said I was cooking tomorrow? I just said I'd cook dinner, never said when." He glared at Kaminari and Kirishima, before going back to finish what little bit of food he had left. 

"You can't do that! That's no fair. You said you'd cook for us, so that automatically mean you're going to cook tomorrow!" Kaminari whined

"I agreed to cook, never mentioned a time, neither did you dunce face, now shut your mouth before I decide I'm not cooking until you're 80" That quickly shut Kaminari up as he went back to his bowl of Ramen. 

Washing his dish, Katsuki made sure he was quick to leave, he didn't want to get stuck down there with those extra's for longer than he needed. He dried his dish before he entered the elevator, finally getting some peace and quiet again. 

The elevator reached the top, where he trudged into his room, ready to go to bed. He laid on his bed, plugging in his phone and setting an alarm for the morning. Setting it on his nightstand, he took a deep breath laying down in his bed

He closed his eyes, which is how he ended another lame, long day, wishing for them to just end.