TW // casual use of both f-slur and r-slur, loosely nsfw
Katsuki Bakugo
M'bored.
Then again, m'always fuckin' bored.
Not allowed to do shit in here.
Wouldn't be allowed to do shit even if they let me out.
Wouldn't kill again, unless I needed to, like I did last time.
Don't care what people say, I didn't nothin' wrong.
M'bored.
That fuckin' Halfie keeps comin' to mind and it pisses me the hell off. Don't know what it was 'bout him, but I liked talkin' to him and shit, that's all I know. He didn't ask stupid questions like everyone else in here.
Keep thinkin' 'bout what happened too. Wonderin' if I shoulda told the cops what I killed him for. Wonderin' if my reasons for not tellin' 'em were good enough.
I'll never wonder if I did the right thing. Because I know I did. I know that no matter what, if I had to do the same again, I would. 'Kay, maybe I wouldn't jerk off at a crime scene again, but that was an exceptional circumstance.
And a fuckin' good jerk off, can't lie.
Wasn't 'cause of the crime scene part. Porn was good. Found a good video, big tits and a whole lotta cock. Remember it like it was yesterday. Wonder if every man on earth never jacked off again, would they remember their last one vividly? Would suck to be a teenager, that's for fuckin' sure. It's a fuckin' luxury, so I don't see why the fuck not, jus' hate the fact that I can't in here.
I mean, I technically could, but I ain't into that voyeur shit, so it'd never get me off. And besides, there's no fuckin' girls in here. Like I told that Halfie, I ain't a fag, so I ain't gonna jerk it to my cellmate.
Jus' need some fuckin' privacy in here for 10 minutes. M'sure that'd be enough after 2 years without, right? Used to be enough after two fuckin' days without.
"Oi, Bakugo, if you're gonna get a fuckin' stiffy, keep it away from me ya fag"
"Fuck off, m'thinkin' about your mother ya fat fuck"
...I hate it here. This ain't me. I was never the cool kid, jus' the quiet guy who did his work, got his grades, and fucked the hell off. I ain't stand out. But in here, you gotta stand out. Blendin' in makes it easier for people to make you disappear. Gotta stand out so you'll be missed. Or at least noticed to be missin'.
Wish I could spend all day in that fuckin' therapy room. Not even 'cause I liked talkin' to Halfie, jus'...peace and quiet. Even solitary ain't that bad. Heck, it's prolly better than this shithole of a dinin' hall.
A man I know only as Ace is startin' a fight with another inmate I don't know. Looks like a timid little boy, prolly drug charges. Ace is screamin' at the lad, likely demandin' his food. The lad, in fairness, refuses, but he gets a black eye for his trouble. Looks like he's gonna cry, the poor fucker. He's got no chance later in the showers. Might keep an eye out for him if I feel like bein' a Good Samaritan. No promises though, I got my own back to watch, don't need another.
The guards deal with Ace, so I don't think we'll be seein' him for at least another day or so. That's the park of solitary - don't have to fuckin' see anyone. Never been myself, but it sounds like fuckin' heaven to me. That's why I like that therapy room so much.
I go over to a guard, who seems more interested in his staff-exclusive apple pie than me. When he finally takes me on, I request to see the on-site counsellor, just as I had yesterday.
He rolls his eyes, probably thinkin' "again?", but does as I say, leadin' me towards the secluded room away from all the people. I nod as he gives me the same spiel as yesterday about how long I had and whatnot, before entering the room.
I frown as soon as I do.
"Where the fuck is Halfie?"
"...do you mean Shoto, Katsuki? I'm sorry, but he works only at night."
...of fuckin' course. Stupid of me to assume the fucker doesn't sleep, huh? I don't understand the disappointment I feel, but I'm not gonna pretend I don't feel it. Guess that Halfie bastard rubbed off on me more than I'll ever fuckin' admit.
"Are you still comfortable talking to me, Katsuki? My name is Yuu, I've been here for quite a long ti-"
"Yeah whatever, just ask your fuckin' questions"
"Katsuki, please, let's not be abrasive"
Ugh, this guy is way worse already. I want Halfie back. Even if he's a bit weird, at least he's close to my age, and plus, he doesn't use stupid big words like abrasive. Just say angry, ya fuckin' retard.
"Now, I wondered if we could do a little trust exercise, where-"
"Can't I just talk?"
"...well...I don't know how effective-"
"M'not a fuckin' template human bein'! Your trainin' can't help you pick out the perfect thing for me, the guy you just met, can it? So can I just talk, and if I start to feel better, then I'll do your shitty fuckin' trust exercise?"
"Katsuki, let's take a deep-"
"You know what? Fuck this. M'comin back when Halfie's here, at least he'll know what he's fuckin' talkin' about"
"Katsuki-"
"Don't care how long you've been here, old man, you don't know what I need!"
I banged on the door, and accepted my handcuffs like a mother's embrace. I don't know why I'd gotten so worked up, but all of a sudden that room didn't feel so pleasin' anymore.
Not without him in it
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Rare Katsuki POV, there won't be any more of these so savour it
Baby wants his Halfie back
Fact of the Day: the amount of times I put g's at the end of words and then had to delete them is unbelievably high
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FanfictionIn which Katsuki Bakugo is imprisoned, charged with the murder of a wealthy businessman who had blackmailed him. Shoto Todoroki has a placement as a prison counsellor, his job being to assess the mental health of all inmates... ...including the recl...
