Silent Hero

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The sun shines through through window. It made the room more bright and easier to see. The sleepless Katsuki Bakugo laid in bed still. His phone has been dead for quite some time now. His head pounded and he had little urge to even move from his spot. He laid on his back, blankly staring at the ceiling. Sometimes he closed his eyes, but never did he fall into a sleepless state. Lucky for him, they has cancelled school that day for some sort of planning day. He wondered what they were talking about now, or planning. He hoped it wasn't anything extreme. He wasn't entirely sure he could handle anymore extreme training that results in some sort of traumatic event.

It was pathetic really. A hero hoping for the evil to stay away so bad, he'd be willing to abandon his studies. He craved to be a hero, to save people from others, but he couldn't even save himself. What was the point if he couldn't even manage that? His thighs ached, pounded from the blood that rushed and soaked the bandages. It felt strange, but also hurt. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it. A knock sounded on the door, startling the blonde boy. He hadn't expected anyone to bother him, let alone so early. Was it really early anymore? He didn't really know what time it was. He probably should get a clock of he was planning on keeping his phone dead like this.

" Hey Baku-kun! Some of us are heading to the track for some exercise! You're welcome to join us if you're still awake! " the familiar bubble voice of Uruaka sounded from the other side of the door.

Katsuki's tired red eyes focused onto the door. Footsteps faded away and left him to his own thoughts. Training could do him some good. He really shouldn't lay here and be useless, weak even. Plus, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stay sane if he kept laying here staring at the ceiling. He groaned and slowly rolled off the best. First, he tasked himself with cleaning up his room. He cleaned up the blood from the hard wood flooring and gathered up his dirty clothing. He changes his sheets to fresh ones then put the dirty laundry into a basket kept in the corner to deal with later.

The room was clean, and it had to have been late noon by the time he was done, around two pm. He pulled out some comfortable, covering, clothes. He had a tingtop and the schools gym uniform sweat pants. He put on a thick, warm, hoodie over top. He didn't have anything to cover on his arms, though often considered targeting them instead of his thighs lately. Rather, he wore the hoodie because he simply felt cold and wanted to be comfy. He tossed on his boots then left his dorm, slamming the door behind himself as he often did when he left.