Remember (Todobaku)

Chapter Four

Sometimes Aizawa was too observant for Bakugo's liking.

It pissed him off royally, especially when Aizawa was bold enough to take training away from Bakugo.

Training was the only healthy way of releasing Bakugo's stress.

Bakugo loved the ache in his hands and shoulders and the sweat he built from just a little bit of pushing himself. It was more than a little bit, actually, but it made him feel strong and capable.

He could exceed his limits and become stronger.

Become something he needed to be to avoid getting kidnapped.

Okay maybe it wasn't the healthiest way of relieving his stress.

"You look way too exhausted to continue today. Go to Recovery Girl and if she gives the okay for you to resume training, then you're free to do so. Otherwise, I will not allow you to keep hurting yourself like this. When was the last time you got more than five hours of sleep at a time?"

Bakugo shifts from one foot to the other as he listened to Mr. Aizawa talk. He also bites the inside of his cheek, feeling the eyes of some of his classmates on them. He feels judged.

He shouldn't be in the hero course if he's too weak to train.

This is why he needs to push himself.

He has to avoid this from happening along with preventing another kidnapping.

He can't do that again.

Ever again.

"I always fucking sleep. I'm fucking fine. That shitty hag will probably just lie and keep me from being number one," he growls.

Mr. Aizawa gives him a pointed look.

He rolls his eyes and almost pouts. It's an amusing sight for Aizawa.

"Get cleared by Recovery Girl. If she doesn't clear you, have her inform me and you're excused for the day. Go get some rest. Relax, Bakugo," he orders.

Bakugo huffs, rolling his eyes, and stomps away.

Aizawa is lucky that Bakugo respects him so much.

"Fine."

As he walks away to Recovery Girl's office, he feels eyes on the back of his head. It makes him nervous and even more sweaty, so he glares at everyone behind him.

The few that were looking, quickly look in another direction.

Assholes.

Once there, Bakugo cringes and wants to leave immediately.

Bakugo doesn't like being in her office.

It reminds him of a hospital and it even smells like one. Like disinfectant and chemicals. The beds are also similar to ones you'd find in a hospital.

He sits down as she instructed and waits.

"I'm going to examine you quickly. I promise it will be brief and to the point. First things first," she says, looking at him expectantly.

He already feels the anxiety and embarrassment clawing at his throat and chest. He wants to yell and throw things.

But he knows what she expects, so he rolls up the sleeves of his costume, turning his arms over so she can look at his scarred arms.

A lot of the scars are not self inflicted, but there are some that are obviously from himself.

Granted, they're all old.