𝑭𝑶𝑹♥︎𝑻𝑯𝑬♥︎𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑬 ➭ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖

𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑

Bakugou's soft side began showing. He didn't want that, he'd already obliviously showed his rival his comfort side. He minded that a bit, As a rival you had to keep back your soft side. But again, He told Todoroki many times to show full power, if Todoroki was going down hill, he couldn't do that. In general, Bakugou thought he was doing a bit of a favour for himself. But to himself he personally says, 'You're a dumb person' and forgets his intention.

He knew everybody had problems, he knew he did too. Middle school messed his mind, He never liked Izuku, but he didn't think about harming him until middle school. When he was in middle school, his 14-year old play had made people look up at him. He used to feel proud of it, of the fame, the popularity and the suspense tripped him. Izuku remained to know about the past, and himself. It still pained him to realise he'd wasted most his childhood picking on one dork. Not like he cared for Izuku, he hated Izuku. But back then his guts seemed to craving suffering. After school Izuku would be seen with hints of blood dribbling down his mouth and bruises plastered on his freckled face. 

It seemed Izuku had forgotten about the past and had continued well in the future, which in this subject is now. 

Mitsuki knew about her son's sides. 50% of the time with the Bakugou's, her son would be raging. 30% Of the time Bakugou would move on with his day without arguments, well atleast with his parents. 10% of the time Bakugou would be tired, and worn out. Meanwhile the other 10% would be Bakugou's soft side, where he'd be like a mommy's boy. He loved his mother, just had a few mommy issues. 

He'd lived his life wanting, and trying. It was intense, he got used to being the mature kid and followed through successful paths. He was proud of that, accomplishing his future goals. 

After the suspense, he'd found himself delightfully sitting down for tea, It was 10:00AM, too early for hardcore. He'd totally messed up his sleeping plan. He brushed the hair that waved across his face aside as his crimson eyes began gazing at the beam of sunshine glimpsing at him. He scoffed to himself, Maybe if Mitsuki were here she'd threaten to drag him out his dorm if he didn't get out with his own volition. His eyes were bleached, but still managed to gaze at the intense sunlight. 

He walked around his dorm, and stopped at his closet door. He didn't wanna do this, but he was so sick of being so sore. His hands clenched around the bottle of alcohol, thinking about how disgusting he was before grunting as he threw the cap open. He drank the entire bottle. That was a dumb move, A seventeen year old sore dude sulking around like a drunken fool. He began chuckling to himself. Surely he forgot it was 10 in the morning. Tea would've been more compromising, But instead you'd need to forget the dumb in you that much.

He tossed on a black tank top. His turquoise baggy pants being the only normal clothing wear he has on. Then you realised, It was Thursday. 

Bakugou had thought he'd grabbed his book-bag as he sprinted out his dorm. The rushed through the halls earning flustered faces, 'I know I'm hot. But in a uniform?' He thought, as he didn't realise his actual clothing wear. Aizawa's class had already started, a long way. Bakugou kicked the door open and panted as sweat came dripping down his hands and chin. "Bakugou, Are you alright?" Aizawa questioned, his dark eyes casting up and down Bakugou. 

"Of course I'm fine idiot" He mumbled irritatingly, as the whole class stared at him. Ilda began protesting, "Bakugou! You're clothing is not matching the formal school wear! Not to mention the fact that you're 3 hours late! that is very unacceptable-" Ilda's lectures always annoyed the blonde. Civil rights?, It's been centuries after the last world war!  "Oh hush already!" Bakugou yelled, also realising his clothing. "Bakugou, you're excused to go and change" Aizawa sternly suggested. Bakugou nodded, still flustered from his entrance, he shoved himself outside and back into his dorm room. 'Maybe next time getting high would have to wait until night..' He thought as he rushed in his closet and threw his uniform on top of the tank top. He slightly stiffened. Maybe skipping today wouldn't hurt.

Bakugou quickly picked up his phone and dialed Mitsuki. "Hello?' his mother's softened voice echoed through the phone, "Hey mom, So-" Bakugou tried being as polite and gentle as he could but after babying a demon for 17 years, you'd know being kind wasn't luck, just complete greed. "What do you want Katsuki?" Mitsuki asked irritatingly, Bakugou smiled as he'd gotten through the first step. "Can I skip school today? Yeah? Alright thanks, bye, love you!" He mumbled the last bit as Mitsuki tried protesting, but Bakugou had already hung up. 

Bakugou happily flopped onto bed with his uniform. He then stumbled back onto his feet. Perhaps he could have a bit of fun for the day, nothing would affect one day? 

He threw off his white shirt and replaced it with a black japanese street hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. He'd chosen the comfortable section for this rare occasion. The door slipped open as he opened the exit door, A gust of fresh air welcomed him outside. His phone pinged suddenly, as he walked along the street centres. 

//Kirishima// :

Where are you?

//Bakugou// :

I called in sick.

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He rolled his eyes as his phone fell back into his pocket. A grey bird had been strolling around a decent-looking tree. As the bird finally sat on a branch, he began shuffling. The beady eyes dotted onto the bright crimson ones following back. The creature lightly twitched his head, stopping the staring tension. The bird flew away a few moment after, leaving nothing but one grey feather, that had landed on the boy's head. He never had interest for feathers, he considered them as 'garbage' birds left after they flew. But the feather was lovely, it was tinted with grey as dark speckles coved the whiteness. He smiled, then realized how stupid he looked smiling at a little feather. He hummed in amusement as the feather was shuffled into his pocket. 

School was boring, sometimes breaks had to be needed. He ended up getting more board in just strolling the sidewalks. He bought a lolipop on his way back to the dorms. Bakugou got board easily, that was the difficult thing. Hero's and fights would always lighten his mood, especially during his childhood, But he was 17. Perhaps three or four years ago, his only goal was to prove. During his almost-over teenage age, He felt like getting this crap done with and finally live a decent life. He had trauma in his life, but he also had guilt, frustration and pressure put on top on that. Not saying his life was built on misery, Of course piles on joyous reflections were noticed. But his eyes sored as he thought, 'Isn't that right?'.

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bye birds.</3