Endless Forms Most Beautiful. (A Katsuki Bakugo X Autistic Reader Story)

*-*Chapter 5*-*

After a while, you made your way back to your room.
You felt overloaded and thought that unpacking the boxes around your room might help, starting with everything going on your bed.
As you ripped off the tape from one of the boxes, you thought back on the day. Why would Midoriya even do that? You thought. You know maybe he's right, it is all my fault. You thought about putting some music on to stop you from spiraling, but a knock on your door stopped you.
You opened it a bit just to find Bakugo standing there.
All you say is a quiet 'You should still be with Recovery Girl' before you try to close the door. The key word is try. Bakugo shoved his foot in the way.
"C'mon, I just want to talk to you." he spoke in a soft and quiet tone, as if he was talking to a scared animal, not a functional human being, and that's what pushed you over the edge.
You let out a low whine and rushed into your bathroom, away from anything else that could upset you.

After you lock the door, you scooched yourself as far under your sink as you could go.

You could hear Bakugo saying something, but couldn't exactly understand him. All you really knew was that he was irritating you and you needed him to leave. 

Eventually you were able to control the tremble in your voice.
"F-FUCK OFF." It came out as more of a screech than you would've liked, but it still managed to stun the blonde into silence.
A few minutes after, you could hear him scream something back about internships and school festivals accompanied with the rustling of paper before the door to your room slammed shut.

You shuffled over to the door and opened it, just to end up sitting against the doorway. You stared at the leaflet that Bakugo had left on the ground and decided to ignore it for now, the texture looking way too tacky for your current liking, as you stood up to fetch your phone. As (music of your choice, maybe even ghost, idk) started playing, you continued organising your room, a pile of used cardboard boxes quickly growing into a problem that you needed to solve before you layed on it. You opted for taking the boxes to the dorm recycling dumpsters.

--Timeskip--

You had managed to slip past the small group of classmates in the common room without much fuss. Kirishima had seen you in passing and offered to help your struggling self with your paper-based payload, and you gratefully accepted.

On your way back into the building, Kirishima jogged in front of you to speak to someone. A very specific, green-haired, someone. A specific someone with a somehow solemn visage plastered on. You didn't believe any of it.
Midoriya tried to talk to you as you passed, but all you gave him was a snarl, and you walked away. But unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde got all the answers he needed.

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I'M BACK!!

I think I took way too much time making this one, but on the other hand, I did just start college and I have quite a busy schedule, despite being in education three days during the week.
But I am back and hopefully the next chapter I have planned will be out quicker.

Soo...
Bye for now.

Author, over and out.