Sweet

Chapter 5

Bakugo P.O.V

I wake up early, 5:30am, to  be exact. I didn't pack any last night, so I need to tonight. I wasn't planning on bringing a lot of casual clothes, but I'll need to if I'm going to be watching four-eyes for the next couple weeks. I decide I need coffee and food before I can tackle this and make my way down stairs. The Hag is standing at the kitchen island with her coffee and toast, just like every morning. As I approach she holds out a mug of coffee to me, made just how I like it, sweet. I know, weird right? I mumble a thanks to her before sitting down.

"Are you sure you'll be alright Katsuki? Iida can come here if you want, it might make it easier." I just shake my head, and sip my coffee.

"We need constant access to Recovery Girl's office in case any of his equipment breaks or he needs any new tubing." She makes a small 'ah' of acknowledgment. I decide against breakfast for now, opting to grab something on the way to U.A. It's Tuesday, so I'll have to explain to the class Iida's modified version of what the fuck happened yesterday.

Finishing my coffee, I walk back upstairs to pack. Four-eyes and I will be sharing a room until he's off of the equipment, so I should make sure I don't bring a whole lot of hero merchandise. Packing was easier than I thought, seeing as almost everything I own is the same. My school uniforms, some jeans, sweat pants, lots of socks, lots of underwear, some t-shirts, some tank tops. I make sure I bring my own bedding, I'm picky about it. I glance at the time, 6:30am. I need to get going. I help the hag load my boxes in the car, and we set out. It only takes about ten minutes to get to the school, great. I'm so not looking forward to this. Knowing that Hound Dog and my parents are taking my shit to the room, I head straight to the classroom to talk to teach.

"You're early, Bakugo."

"Yeah, no shit. Look, four-eyes doesn't want the class to know what the fuck happened, so he gave me some bullshit excuses to give them until he's ready." Aizawa nods in agreement, acknowledging that he understands. "Well, I gotta go check on our resident pain-in-the-ass, I'll be back when class starts." He nods at me, continuing to look over his lesson plans. I see a note on Recovery Girl's door explaining she went out for breakfast and coffee and would be back by the time home room starts. I unlock the door with my keys and walk in. I'm not exactly surprised to see four-eyes tossing back and forth, shit's gotta hurt. I wasn't surprised anyway, until he started yelling.

"No! No! No! Get off of me! Leave me alone! I don't want this! Mama help!" I drop my bag and run over, trying to keep him still, and shake him awake. I'm yelling his name over and over, and even after he opens his eyes, it's like he's not out of the dream yet. He's shaking, and whimpering.

"Iida! Iida! Wake up, it's Bakugo. Come on four-eyes, snap out of it!" Finally his eyes open. "Fucks sake, dude, what was that?" I run a hand through my hair, looking at the scared boy beside me. He's getting his bearings, trying to understand what just happened.

Iida looks down, not meeting my eyes. "Flashback." is the only response he'll give me.

"Will you be okay until I get back from explaining to the class?" I don't dare move to touch him, not after a flashback like that. From what I can tell, the abuse he endured wasn't just physical, not after that. Iida nods in response, and I grab my bag before locking the door again.

I walk down the hall to the classroom, seeing dunce-face walk in, last as always. I walk in right after him, and stand at the front of the room. The class looks at me in a confused way.

"Look, I know you all saw what happened with four-eyes yesterday, and you're all worried, or whatever." I sigh, shoving my hands into my hoodie pocket, I didn't bother with a uniform today. "He's not been taking care of himself, to the point he's malnourished and needs a lot of medical attention, as for the bruise you all saw on his face, the dumbass was training and lost control due to his self-neglect and smacked into a tree. I have been training with, and assisting, Recovery Girl for about two months now, so I'll be taking care of his dumb ass until he's better. I'll be the one to give you updates, and I'll be the one you come to with questions, got it?" The class nods, stunned. "Good, now fuck off and learn, or some shit." This line earns me a few snickers from Kirishima and dunce-face. I look back to the class to see Deku with his hand raised, of course it is. "What, Deku?"