My bags straining against my shoulders as I drag myself to school and into
class 1-A.
"Welcome back, Bakugou," Aizawa sensei states as I walk into class, heaving my bag down under my desk and taking out my note book.
I look to the front seeing Deku give me a slight wave and smile before he turns back around.
The class has fallen silent.
They all pity me...
As the lesson starts I feel my hand involuntary shake. Pinching in between my skin I pray for it to stop but it only gets worse. I go to write something down that's on the board but I can't hold my hand still, letters coming out shaky and squiggly.
I groan in annoyance.
"You alright bakugou?" I hear someone ask but don't bother to pinpoint who.
"I'm fine stop looking," I state, attempting to manage to write at least a sentence. My breathing hitches and I immediately dismiss myself from the classroom, collecting concerned and worried looks as I go. For some reason Aizawa doesn't seem to mind and Iida gives in.
Making my way to the bathroom, I close the stall door shut tight behind me and make my self as comfortable as I can in a grubby bathroom stall. Just sitting on the toilet seat staring blankly at the stall door and attempting to not cry.
How am I supposed to walk back in? Storming out is the easy part.
It's not fair.
The tears bottled up inside me come rushing out like a stream. I silently cry, looking to the floor and digging my hands into my thighs that have scarred from last time.
I don't care. I'll never get over him. I don't want anything else then for him to be here comforting me right now.
We did everything together, trained, went to the gym, played games, ate food.
It was a goal of ours to binge watch every movie on Netflix together, but we never got to finish. We even went to the beach together with the bakusquad that one time and I spent the whole day just with him. No matter what.
Like a moth flying towards a light bulb he pulls me in and oh do I enjoy his company. But I would never admit it.
He died beside me. Nothing we could have done. I'd give anything to see him again.
But maybe there is a way to see him again...
I rush out the bathroom stall back to my dorm, sitting at my desk, pen and paper in front of me I write. Eijiro's note taped to the wall in front of me.
I will see him again.
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Sorry for the short filler chapter, you should understand in the next one.
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