What He Can Never Get Back

Prologue

'I never thought I'd have a happy ending, to be frank I never thought of life as a book. If it is a book than what genre is mine? If my life is like a book than that means anyone can look into them, even with the lock on it someone can always break it. Maybe what I fear most is the fact that my story has yet to end. It's good now, but what is the end meant to be?'

Bakugo shut the cover of his journal with a sigh, setting his pen on his desk gently, he sighed. Even in his journal, he lied. Yes, now was good compared to the month that the LOV had him, but he was not good. Far from.

He had been rescued about 2 weeks prior and had yet to open up about events that took place. The school tried to put Bakugo in counseling in which he refused and his mother didn't care what he did, leaving the decision to Bakugo. She yet again considered him weak, this time even more so due it lasting a month.

Putting his uniform blazer on as he grabbed his school bag, hastily walking his dorm door and to the elevator. Whilst waiting for the automatic doors to open a hand rested on his shoulder causing him to freeze.

His eyes darted around, keeping his head still in fear as his bag dropped from his shaking hand.

'They shouldn't- no. They can't be here! The sensory system would activate-'

"Hey bro, you good?"

The voice of the shark-toothed boy snapped him from his trance as he let out a breath ee didn't know he held.

"K- SHITTY HAIR, GET YOUR DAMNED HANDS OFF ME!" He whipped around to face Kirishima as the elevator doors opened.

He was still yelling when Kirishima stared with widened eyes.

"Bakugo, y-your neck-"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. It took his self-proclaim best friend two weeks too notice? To be fair, this would be his first day back in school and too top it all off he had worn hoodies to block the scar from sight.

He sighed, he couldn't blame the red-head.

"I got it from the damned extras." He turned around to see a confused-looking Todoroki holding the elevator door with one hand and Bakugo bag in another.

"Had you not noticed it, Kirishima-San?"

"No, how did you Todobro?"

"I noticed three days after he was rescued, the day he came back to the dorms to adjust and be monitored some."

Bakugo looked to the Peppermint with a soft blush, 'He cared enough to notice?' he however quickly pushed aside the thought as he reminded himself of how observant Todoroki was.

"Oh.. Sorry Bakubro, if you wanna talk about it I gladly wi-"

"It's fine shitty hair." He took his bag from Todorokis warm hand and turned towards the stairwell door. "I'm taking the stairs." With that, he sped off.

Once Aizawa emerged from the sleeping bag he announced that all classes would be focusing on mental health this week. He explained that it was due to the traumatize civilians, everyone knew that in truth, it was in light of recent events.

Bakugo turned his gaze towards the window as he set his chin upon the palm of his hand, the callused skin pressed firmly on his face to keep him grounded.

"Has anyone in here ever self harmed? If you are comfortable, please raise your hand."

When Bakugo looked a few hands were raised: Midoriya, Momo, Kaminari, and Shinso raised their hand which most were not shocked.

When Bakugo zoned out time went my quickly, minutes felt like seconds, hours felt like minutes. This is also known as dissociation.

You can experience dissociation as a symptom of a mental health problems like PTSD, depression, anxiety, or BPD. It wouldn't be shocking to say that he had all four.

The bell had rang before Bakugo even knew it, he looked confused and dazed, had Aizawa not just started class? He shrugged and continued on with his day.

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word count: 683

PLS DON'T JUDGE THE STORY BY THIS, IT'S JUST A SHITTY PROLOGUE