🍁Ren🍁
I stand beside Shoto, our class gathered together in front of Eraser Head, the buses behind him ready to take us to camp. It's been awhile since the pool incident, and I've gotten quite a lot of messages from my fellow classmates. They're not pestering me for answers or anything.
Just offering support and wishing me well. Letting me know that if I ever need to talk to any of them, they're always willing to lend an ear. I swear, getting all this support from people I've only known a few months is baffling to me. I let them know that their kindness means a lot to me, and it's helped improve my mental health quite a bit.
Knowing that I have so many other people that care about what I'm going through, and want to make sure I'm okay, is incredibly uplifting. I'm still having nightmares cause my mind hates me, but mostly cause it's always at the back of my mind. It's like the harder I try not to think about it, the more I actually do.
I'm mentally exhausted, but I refuse to let that prick win. If I could get through this at just ten years old, then I can do it again. I'm a lot stronger than I was back then, and have even more help. So, I'm not going down without a fight. I'll lean on those around me until I'm well enough to stand on my own.
I just got to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other, and keep my thoughts positive. Which shouldn't be hard with the help of my friends. I rub at my eyes and hope the dark circles underneath them aren't too noticeable. Geez, I'm really tried. Hopefully my mind will have mercy on me, and I won't get any nightmares at camp.
I'm banking on being too exhausted to dream, after the intense training I'm sure Aizawa's gonna put us through. "Now that you've finished up your first semester at UA High, it's time for your summer vacation to begin. However," he adds with a serious expression. "Don't think these will be months of rest for you heroes in the making."
I drop my hand back down to my side. "At this camp we'll push you to go beyond your limits." Called it, I think to myself. "You're aiming to become Plus Ultra."
"Yes, sir!" We all call out at once. We're given a minute to hang out, while waiting for Class B to arrive. "Ren!" I turn and smile tiredly at the floofy haired teen coming towards me. Yeah, when I'm sleep deprived my already crappy filter gets even worse. I just don't have the energy to think over everything I want to say before I say it.
Too much work for my tired brain. "Hey, Midoriya. Energetic as always I see." He beams happily at my words. I swear this boy is too cute for his own good. I feel Shoto nudge me from my thoughts, and I realize I might have said that out loud. My suspicion is confirmed when I spot the greenette's flushed cheeks.
"Sorry, Izuku. I'm really tired. My brain isn't functioning at a hundred percent. So, I can't tell the difference between thinking and speaking apparently."
"And here I thought that was just normal for you," Bakugo remarks in passing, I chuckle in response, knowing that was the opposite reaction he was expecting. But he surprises me in return by not throwing a glare over his shoulder, or making some other gesture of annoyance.
In fact, if I wasn't so tired, I might even think he seems relaxed for once, but clearly my lack of sleep is making me hallucinate. Kirishima jogs over to meet him, throwing an arm around the blonde's neck, speaking in what seems like an excited manner. I smile as Bakugo gives a short reply, not shrugging the red head off.
I wonder if Bakugo and I will ever be able to interact like that? Okay, I'm clearly getting delusional. I turn back to see Deku looking up at me expectantly, like he's waiting for me to answer him. "Sorry, what?"
"Do you like Kacchan?" I stare at him, not reacting cause I'm wondering if I am actually hallucinating. Or perhaps, I'm daydreaming. Anything is possible at this point in my life. I lean over to address my concerns with my brother. "Have I finally lost it or did he actually just say what I think he just said."
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