Make it stop!

Prologue

Could you hold my hand... just for tonight?

A question the explosive blonde (named Bakugo) craved to ask his mother. He groans at the thought. It's a known fact that mothers aren't meant to provide comfort, "you gotta rely on yourself, Katsuki," she would educate. Constantly, she would hammer in how no one will provide support to him: you scrape your knee, you know damn well it's you who will plaster it, no one else. Suppose, it's normal because how else would children grow up strong and if Bakugo wants to be the best he should follow these lessons to heart. However, it's frustrating how he feels all the weak yearnings of being hugged. A hug? Are you stupid? Stupid weak dumbass, he thought to himself.

As a kid, he often witnessed the media present comfort from families and for a time he thought that it was real and possible. Possible to dream that his mother could cradle him if he had a nightmare. A petty hope, at the least. His memories live in his brain as proof, his mother scolding him for ruining her "precious" sleep with a "miniscule" problem that boys his age didn't have. Even from eight years old he lingered behind everyone, he was gifted to an extent on abilities and quirk... but he needed to be better, that wasn't enough. His mother wouldn't be proud unless he kept fighting being weak. So alas, Bakugo covered his face with a pillow. Eventually, sleep took over.

In his favour, he woke up in the morning without much memory as to what bothered him last night. Bakugo shrugs and leaves early so he can transport his belongings back into his dorm for the term. At the prime age of sixteen, he can handle walking a few hours to reach the dorms. The less he bothered his mother, the better. And even if he did wait for her, it's most likely she will refuse to so she can educate him on the issues of relying on another person - despite, having enough time to drive him and serve a full breakfast.

The air was cold but warming as spring was around the corner. He preferred not to wear a coat due to his stubborn mindset. The pavements were narrow which led to the breeze from passing cars making him shiver more. Although, it was less annoying than when he saw people walking towards him and having to squish against the brick fences to let them through.

Saying he was tired would be an understatement when he reached the dorms, his legs were ready to give in and his breaths were raspy. It was almost like a white light shone on UA as he entered, answering his wishes. It was warm inside, seeing a few students already in the common room. Uraraka sent her greetings to be responded with a grunt. He's not here to make friends, they should get it.