I glanced around the classroom. What... What's going on.
I could see everyone looking down. Their eyes not meeting mine.
Embarrassed?
Ashamed?
What the hell.
I turned to the one person who could never not meet my eyes.
Izuku.
"Remember what?" I yelled out. I glared at izuku, he saw through the anger. Read the fear, and ignored it.
My hands started shaking. My body feeling heavy. I could feel a wet liquid running down my face.
Why the hell am I crying?
"Deku... Izuku. What the fuck is going on!" Fear slipping into my voice I worriedly looked at izuku.
All I could hear was that pathetic voice in the back of my head. Screaming. Whispering. Annoying me.
Izuku... Please! Save me. I need you! Someone... Just anyone.
Shut up. SHUT UP! Just shut up.
You have to learn to be strong on your own because NO ONE is gonna be there for you.
Those words I repeated. Tell myself to fucking stop.
With each word the pain in my chest increased. With each lie I told myself my body took another step to giving out
"Why the fuck does my chest hurt. What the hell!?"
My voice cracked and my knees gave out.
Mentally and physically exhausted.
I couldn't put up any more of a fight.
I let my eyes fall while all I could think is, "please let this be my end".
It hurt so bad.
My body.
My heart.
I wanted to scream.
To cry my heart away.
But nothing came out.
My voice gone.
I could feel two arms being placed around my pathetic body.
A gentle push of my hair.
A kiss to the forehead.
I could hear their voices.
The voices of people who cared.
But who were they?
They are familiar.
I know them.
I wanted to open my eyes to see but all strength was crumbled like a ball of paper.
A flashback came to my mind.
"Kacchan! Kacchan! Guess what?" A little boy ran to me.
His little legs tripping over a rock. His frail body fell and scraped his knee.
A soft whimper come out of the boy before his big eyes gazed forward to might another boy.
Blonde hair.
Red eyes.
A scowl placed on his face.
Oh... That's me.
The younger version of me ran over to the crying boy.
"Deku you stupid nerd. You hurt yourself. Be more careful you idiot!!!" The boy yelled at the crying one.
This boy... Deku?
Who...
Deku.
The name seems familiar.
But who...
"Kacchan don't worry! You'll always save me right?" The small boy grabbed at my shorts. Gazing up he smiled his tears still falling.
"Of course I will! Imma be the best hero and always save you. If I had to save the world or you I would pick you! Cause you are my world!"
When... When did I say that. Who is this boy who made me feel safe?
...
Izuku.
My childhood friend.
My friend...
Izuku.
The memory... Dream? It faded away as another set of images filled my head.
"Broooo! Dude you rock at that game! I can't ever beat you!!!" A smiling red head spoke to... Me?
"HUH! OF COURSE YOU CANT IM THE BEST!" I shouted at the happy boy.
He just chuckled. He didn't frown or yell back. He chuckled.
"Man you are! Also dude... Can I ask you something?" His mood suddenly shifted and he turned away from me.
I felt the urge to grab this boys shoulder and meet his eyes. Was I worried?
"What!?" I shouted though a rug of worry slid out.
"Well... Look I need a favor. My middle school experience... It wasn't great. I felt pathetic. When I saw Crimson Riot on TV I immediately wanted to be like him. So I dyed my hair. But.. whenever I see my black hair I go back to-"
"Feeling dumb. Pathetic. You go back into that mood. You are reminded of those feelings you tried to bury?" I finished his sentence softly smiling at him.
He nodded.
"I'll help you dye your hair." I said bluntly.
"Huh? I didn't even say that's what I need." The kind kid said surprised.
"Oh come on it was obvious." I smiled...
"Thanks.. bakubro."
"Yeah... Kirishima."
...
Kirishima? I could feel the easiness of the name slip of my tongue. It felt right. But still like I never said his name before.
"So, Deku huh?" Her bright voiced echoed in the white room. She was smiling, but hiding a small glare behind her bangs. Her flushed cheeks did not make her any less scary.
"What about that damn nerd?" A raspy voice spoke.
She pulled herself up from the hospital bed, and hardened her eyes. "Don't be mean to him." It was enough of a statement on it's own.
He just nodded with no response. Unable to make a sentence.
She paused, than flashed a brilliant smile and in the softest tone, whispered, "Thank you, Bakugo for fighting me fair."
He scoffed and offered a smirk, "You are stronger than what you know, Uraraka."
She giggled, "I'll beat you next time. Katsuki." She held her fist in the air, before saluting him as he walked out of the room.
...
"It's okay, to feel Katsuki. And I'm not just talking about those happy emotions. The anger too. Learn to love the rage, because once you love, you understand. Then..." He brushed a gentle hand into his shoulder and met his black eyes directing into the crimson. "You learn to love yourself too. And that anger will disappear"
The teenager, gazed sadly at his teacher and said nothing.
"Sensei.." He wanted to cry, beg the world for forgiveness and move on from his msitakes. But his thoughts gnawed at him. You don't deserve it.
"I know." Aizawa whispered, gently. "It's hard to believe. But I promise..."
I'll chase them away.
I'll chase them. Away.
I'll chase them away.
It felt like hours passed as nothing but memories and flashbacks of these people passed through my head.
It doesn't make sense. I don't know them. But I swear I do.
I was in those memories! So why does it not feel right.
Nothing makes sense.
I'm so lost. I'm confused.
Dread flooded my body. My mind drenched in an endless storm of pain.
I hate this.
This world fucking sucks. These kind people, I don't even remember. And why the hell am I such a dick. I'm cruel to these stars. These suns. I thought they orbitted me, I orbit them. No...
I'm the black hole in this situation. The piece of darkness that harms the light. The knife in their hands.
Nothing more but a mistake.
My own parents hate me.
My best friends hate me.
Kirishima... He doesn't care. He can't care. Why should he I was a dick to him. Fucking never saying his name. Or complimenting him. All I did was chase him away. Blow up in his face.
And izuku. I was the worse to him. Bullying him for years. Hurting HIM. Leaving scars.
Mina. Man she was my other mother. The one who would run her hands through my hair when I cried in her lap. Yet I pushed her away. Also blowing up in her face.
All these people I harmed.
...
I know, don't I?
I know them. These memories there mine. So why does it not feel right?
Cause you are in it. You look at these memories and wish you don't exist. Because you know you suck. You know that their world's were burned because if yourself.
So fade away. Disappear. Don't remember yourself. It'll make it all better. When you don't remember then they won't have to pretend to care.
Forget..
Forget it all.
You.
Life.
Them.
Do it!
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Where's My Happy Ending (Sad Bakugo)
FanfictionYears would pass without the knowledge of who Katsuki Bakugo was. His story untold. The real one. The facade of anger and pride was just that. A facade. A face he would put on to impress society. To try and please his parents. Relieve the pressure...
