timeless bomb

five

bakugo pov

the next morning came faster than i'd like to admit.

smashing my blaring alarm clock off, i sat in bed for a moment, allowing myself to succumb to the peaceful quietness of the morning before mentally preparing myself for the day.

bright orange hues radiating off the now rising sun reflected beams of a deep gold throughout my room. one being directly in my line of view. i groaned and held my arm over my eyes.

like any other morning, i got up, took a shower, and got dressed in my school uniform.

as i went to twist the knob to my dorm room door, someone apparently had already beat me to it.

opening my door i locked eyes with another pair of red eyes, the ones i knew very well belonged to my best friend kirishima.

"what could you possibly want shitty hair?" i asked the rhetorical question i asked him every morning around the same time.

it was a routine for us to take a morning run together.

"ready?" he asked, pulling the bands of his white headband as if it could get any tighter.

"if you pull that any tighter, your eyes are gonna pop outta your head dumbass." i scoffed.

"yeah yeah, whatever you're just jealous i have a cool headband and you dont!" he said, sticking his tongue out though i wasn't laughing.

"shut it hair for brains, lets get this shit over with." i said in a much calmer tone than i would've liked.

its ironic enough that i, katsuki bakugo, don't really like to yell. its all part of the dumb character i made up to hide everything else. nobody could know what a stupid weak excuse of a human i was.

absolutely nobody.

and i made sure of it. i got quite good at masking my feelings ever since elementary school after i got bullied for months on end.

i like to think it toughened me up though i know the truth.

"...ugo?"

after hearing a familiar voice i shook my head.

"..bakugo?"

i blinked for a moment before returning with a scowl plastered on my face.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" i huffed out.

"y-you kinda zoned out for a moment bro, you good?" he asked nervously and every word was laced with fucking pity.

"fine, shitty hair. lets fucking go." i mumbled, shoving my hands deep in my pocket and heading down the stairs.

much to my surprise nobody besides iida and shitty deku was downstairs.

"hey kaachan!" midoriya said, his emerald eyes glaring at me from a distance.

"shut it, nerd." i smirked.

kirishima followed behind me, mouthing something to deku.

"bakugo do you really have to have an attitude first thing in the morning?" iida asked, making is signature chopping hand movements.

"what was that sonic? wanna say it again. i fucking dare you." i growled, another smirk creeping its way up my lips.

"come on bakubro, lets go." kirishima said, holding his hardened arm in front of me, stopping me from going any further.

"mm." i nodded, spinning on my heel and letting my shoulders sink as i walked towards the front doors, kirishima following behind me, once again mouthing something to the others though i didnt dare look behind me.. i knew he was doing it.

stepping outside we were met with a soft breeze, causing the branches full of bright green leaves to heave like ghosts.

"you ready?" kirishima asked, his legs spread out no further than shoulder length as he switched sides, twisting his arms while doing so.

"OF COURSE IM FUCKING READY." i screamed.

we began the run on the normal path we took everyday, it was just around the perimeter of the dormitory since we weren't aloud past school grounds on the weekdays for obvious reasons.

thinking of why we have dorms to begin with causes me to shutter in disbelief. i wasn't letting the events i struggled so hard to force down come all the way back up again, no fucking way.

i brought my arm up to my forehead as i started to feel myself getting lightheaded.. thats when it hit me.

i havent eaten in at least two days.

its not like im intentionally starving myself.. i just forget sometimes. i guess.

kirishima looks over at me before he stops running.

"hey bakugo, can we stop for a second?" he asks, between small breaths, causing me to stop in my tracks, bringing my hands down to my knees and huffing out a large breath.

he walks over to me, placing a hand on my back which caused me to flinch slightly and shoot my head up.

"bakubro, you're really pale.. are you si-"

"im fucking fine shitty hair, leave me alone." i was lying straight threw my fucking teeth as the world was practically spinning now.

i held out my hand for whatever kind of reality check i could get, after receiving nothing, everything went black.

great. fucking great.

kirishima pov

i knew something was up this morning but i didn't bother bringing it up and just shrugged it off as him being tired.. guess i was wrong.

i watched as he brought an arm up to his head, looking around like he was lost?

"hey bakugo, can we stop for a second?" i asked and shockingly he agreed.

i walked towards him and placed a hand on his back, causing his small frame to shake quickly.

i mentally noted to keep that in mind.

i looked at his face which was completely flushed of any color. he seriously looked half dead.

"bakubro, you're really pale.. are you si-"

he responded by screaming, a normal response from bakugo, though it looked like it took all his energy doing so.

"h-hey.. bakugo? BAKUGO!" i screamed as his entire body collapsed at the bace of my feet.

quickly, i scooped him up.

he was so light.. holding him tighter, i could feel how boney he was. it was almost like holding a skeleton, that thought causing me to gag mentally.

i looked down at his face, his eyes were shut gently and he looked so.. calm.