Depressed Bakugou

Chapter: 4.0: Black Dahlias

Black Dahlias:  Black Dahlias usually represent betrayal, sadness and any negative emotions. 

They have the strongest hue of color compared to all the other Dahlias, which is why people decided that it would represent such strong emotions. These flowers are extremely rare, only 20 in 200,000 of Dahlias are actually black. 

These flowers have a huge tie with their meaning, so giving someone this flower may send messages of something they have done to you. 

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Katsuki went upstairs and slammed his door shut. How could he be so stupid?? He almost let one of the nosiest of his classmates find out what he does. He wouldn't be surprised if Todoroki found out soon after that interaction, but he'd be damned if he didn't keep it a secret. He could already feel the anxiety fill him up imagining what he could do if he found out about Katuki's secret. He could tell the school and they would expel him saying they couldn't have someone so weak become a hero. Maybe he would tell Shitty hair and the rest of those bastards and watch as they all laughed at him. They could tell Deku and watch as he laughs in his face telling him about how he knew the entire time and was waiting for him to make a fool out of himself. The only thing that could possibly be worse than having Deku look down on him his telling his mother. Only god knows what she would do to him if she found out he still did that stuff. 

He slowly sat down as he found himself slightly shaking. He stared at the wall slowly zoning out, maybe he was dissociating, but he didn't care. He forgot the world and his problems, how he was going to see his mother in less than 8 hours, the events that had just happened not even an hour and a half ago. He stared, and felt as his whole body relaxed, face falling from his usual angry face to one that was calm, one where his eyes didn't register what he was seeing, his mouth forgot how it could open, ear went silent with a static. He was gone. 

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He opened his eyes to find that he had fallen asleep, eyes covered in the sleep that had crusted the outer corner. He slowly gained his senses that were once lost a while ago, realizing that someone was knocking on the door. He sat up and wiped his face, still on autopilot he just opened the door, not wondering who it was, nor caring about that. He just opened the door and stared at the person who was in front of him. Finally waking up a bit his face scrunched up in confusion and anger as he was shoved aside as the person walked in setting a hot bowl onto his desk. 

"Who the fuck said you could enter my room!" He turned to see the person eating from a separate bowl, sitting in his desk chair criss cross, staring up at him unbothered. This isn't good, someone was in his room. They would find the medical kits, and tell his mother. They would find the hidden blades hidden in the drawer of the desk. Anything and everything was on the line, this person could ruin his life, if he wanted. Icy Hot better get the fuck out. 

"You've been in your room about all day, and everyone else is going to start heading back in about 15 minutes. I brought you something to eat, cause all you've had was juice and a cookie. If your body is hurting it's important to eat something so it can heal itself." Todoroki looked around the room, slightly impressed with how clean and empty the room looked. He kinda assumed Bakugou would be a slob, with clothes everywhere, along with his room decorated by various loud band posters. It was the complete opposite of what he thought, but it seemed nice how he kept his room tidy. 

"I don't need your charity Icy Hot! Now get out, before I blow your ass to bits." He stomped up to Todoroki and grabbed his collar pulling him in a bit. "Do you understand?" 

Todoroki was used to this attitude already, so he simply stared it him, facial expression empty, just calm. He didn't understand how Bakugou could look like he was on the verge of passing out yet still have the energy to yell at him and stomp around. He just continued to eat his Soba, not bothering to leave until he saw him eat at least some of his Miso Soup. 

Realizing that if he didn't drag Todorki out of his room, he would never leave. Taking into account of his aching ankle, he just let go of his collar and looking around for the things he was going to bring to his home. He had to remember, nice clothes, nothing too baggy, and defiantly nothing that wasn't his mothers designs. He shoved his stuff into a bag, keeping a close eye on Todoroki, who just looked around at the blank walls, he didn't seem like he was going to look through his stuff so that was good. 

Suddenly his phone rung, the familiar ring going throughout the room. Quickly he went to grab his phone ignoring the questioning look he was given. Answering his phone he really hoped he wasn't about to get yelled at, cause then that would make him look even more suspicious to the Half and Half bastard. 

"Hello." 

"Katsuki what did I tell you this morning! Answer the phone the moment it's ringing, I can't have you wasting even more of my time. Now you better be ready, my chauffeur is going to get to the school in about 20 minutes, I can't have you get home late we have many things to do this weekend. Also don't think your school didn't call me this morning. Sick?! Do you think I'm dumb, I know for a fact that I don't have a weak kid, where a mere cold will take him out of going to school."

Even though his phone wasn't on speaker mode he was sure Todoroki could hear his mom screaming at him. He just wanted this day to end. 

"Yes, I'll be ready, and I'll make sure to not miss school again just cause of a cold." He answered feeling disgusted at how his mind spoke with no emotion. 

"You better be ready, cause we're going to San Diego. So once you get home you'll pick up the bags your dad and I packed then head to the Air Port. We're going to be getting on our plane in just 10 minutes, so don't try contacting me. Bye." 

"Bye." 

He looked over at Todoroki and told him to leave so he could get ready, which he surprisingly did. He ate his Soup which by now was Luke warm at best, and waited to be picked up.