Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 20

The only time Bakugou left his house before was for groceries, for work or to take Hotaru to and from school. It was going without saying that he was high off nervousness after getting into the car with Hotaru in the back, though only he was weirdly dressed up. He kept fiddling with the end of his tie, dropping it and unconsciously picking it back up. Even after dropping off Hotaru at Inko's apartment, his leg still shook. The potential cameras could not catch his daughter but they could definitely catch him.  

"Are you okay?", they pulled up to the school where they would all meet again, the school he left behind much earlier than the rest of them. Whilst they were all busy with hero work, saving people, going abroad; he was sat behind a desk and raising a child. It was embarrassing. 

"Mn.", the cameras were already flashing at Midoriya's car, even though it was so late at night. They were later than the rest. Everyone else was inside, they were the last to arrive. 

"We don't have to go.", you could've gone by yourself.

"We're already here.", he sighed out, taking a deep breath in. He hadn't seen them in a while. He hadn't spoken to any of them for years. Maybe he should go, "Will they- ... never mind."

"You sure?", he hated to think about it so it would be best to not say it. 

"Yeah, let's go.", he looked out at the tinted windows. He was glad he wasn't on the side the a hoard of people. Bakugou could at least avoid being blinded as soon as he stepped out the car. 

Patiently, he waited for Midoriya to step out the car and shut the door behind him before reaching for his side. The closer it got to actually getting out the car, the more he wanted to shrivel up. Younger him wouldn't have had a problem, he didn't care want anyone said about him. But that was when no one knew he was omega. He was stepping out the car as a rising pro's plus one. An alpha's plus one. 

He couldn't even open the door himself, Midoriya had actually jogged around to open it for him, grinning like an idiot, "The hell you grinning at?"

As if he didn't think his smile could get any larger, it did. Bakugou was only shielded by a car door and Midoriya who slithered an arm around his waist an pulled him closer, "Kacchan's really pretty."

"Shut- up...", he grumbled out, letting the other shuffle him to the side so he could close the door. 

"There won't be any of those guys inside until the ceremony and that isn't for a few hours so half of them will be gone.", Midoriya wrapped his other arm around him and rested his chin on his the top of Bakugou's head. Shielding him from whatever nosy people were trying to get a better look at him. As sweet as other people may have found it, Bakugou was suffocating, quite literally couldn't breathe. The best way to tell him that was by stomping on his foot, there was no way Bakugou would've been able to escape the large arms keeping him close, "Ow-"

"Couldn't breathe dipshit.", Bakugou huffed, "We're late enough as it is, now hurry up. It's cold."

"...okay-", Midoriya whined though, closely leaded the blond by the hand.

All questions frantically screamed at them were ignored or shut down by the glare Bakugou had given them for trying to shove a microphone in his face. They walked through the gates the media wasn't allowed past. Only then could Bakugou actually see the school building. It was the same as ever. Obnoxiously shiny and tall. A poor design choice in Bakugou's opinion, glass broke ridiculously easily. But a bold statement. It screamed 'we don't need brick or reinforced walls because we're rich and stock piled on heroes'. He supposed he admired it. Or used to at least. 

Up until the very end, most of his life in school was good. The food was good, facilities were good, the people in it were good but Bakugou never recalled a time where he was actually happy. Going home to his mothers berating everyday, being constantly reminded he had to hide his second gender, going out of his way to actually hide it from everyone, having the school always tell him he needed to say for safety reasons but never did - it was exhausting. He tried to drown it all out by yelling profusely, studying until he fell asleep, training until his muscles refused to move. None of it was healthy. Although he had a child to care for and a job to keep on top of, Bakugou would like to say he had more freedom. He didn't need to say he was an omega, people just knew because of Hotaru, because of the scent he no longer needed to cover up with disgusting patches. Despite his unwillingness at first, his daughter was the only thing that kept him from going insane. He wasn't lonely because of her.