𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗦 || 🅔︎. 🅚︎. 🅧︎ 🅚︎. 🅑︎.

F O U R

"Kacchan! You're seventeen!"

"Obviously," Bakugo snapped, his cheeks tinting pink. He felt hot and slow today, sort of like it was very hard to breathe. The air felt thick and pressing in his lungs, and it stuck to him, compressing him.

"Your mate! Who is it?" Sero chirped, lazily throwing his arms around Bakugou. "Not you, so get the hell off of me." He snapped and wriggled out of his grip. Sero frowned, "What's wrong with showing some love for my bro?"

"I'm not your bro, you're just a dummy I have to take care of." He insulted and thrust his hands into Sero's shoulders, which made the black haired boy stumble backwards.

"You're really gross and useless, you know that right?" He spat and continued to shove Sero until he was on the floor, confused and hurt.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" He asked, standing back up and dusting himself off.

"Shut the hell up!" He roared. He kicked Sero in his side, making a bruise form on his ribs. He clutched at the place where Bakugo had kicked, wincing in pain.

"And if anyone else asks about my damn mate you get the same!" He shouted to the rest of the common room before grabbing his bag and storming off.

Inside he was suffering in silence. He felt like something was missing from him, yet he didn't know what or why. It was like a big chunk had been scooped out from his heart, and he couldn't get it back. Once he had had run to a dark, shadowy place hidden from the sunlight he was able to review himself. He set his bag down, panting, taking big gulps of air.

Sweat droplets were on his forehead, itching and tingling his skin. He wiped them off, leaning back against the moss covered rock and closing his eyes, trying to breathe and return to a somewhat calm state.

What the hell *was* that weird anger outburst? Hanta hadn't been doing anything bad! He'd just asked a sensible question, and he'd reacted with rage and violence.

*OK Bakugo, you're fine,* he repeated to himself in his head. Once he was calm, he stood up. It was Sunday, a beautiful day at that. There was a light breeze to keep the worst of the blood sucking bugs away, and it was a warm afternoon. Three o'clock. He'd just finished having a three-course lunch.

He took a drink from his flask before sighing, heaving his backpack onto his shoulders. He walked out from the little nook, which was nestled into the corner of the school grounds. He would leave the school grounds and go visit his parents, those crap for brained individuals that had raised and cared for him.

"Hey, Bakubro?"

Kirishima, who had been jogging down a lesser known school path, had seen him and decided to go up to him. Sweat was standing out in clear drops on his toned muscles, covering them in a shiny sheen. Bakugou was distracted for a split second by his triceps

"It's your seventeenth birthday, dude! Hey, let's head to your place, okay? Or do you wanna do something else? I know you don't like big B-days, so I figured I could just have dinner with your family." He lightly touched the blond's arm.

He stared at his hand, and for some reason sweat was dripping down his face and back again. He hurriedly wiped at it with his handkerchief before taking a deep breath and mustering his most neutral face. "Sure, Shitty hair."

"That's it, bro!" He laughed. "So, uh, let's go on my electrical scooter. It's in my dorm room, wanna go? Or we could get on a train."

Bakugo froze at the thought of returning to the dormitories before hastily shaking his head. "Yeah, let's just go on a train, idiot."

"Okay, so let's go." They started walking towards the exit/entrance of the campus.

"So, when is that Bakusetsu army guy gonna talk to ya?"