Make it stop!

Chapter 30

Bakugo scrolled down his phone to read more on a news article whilst his friend, Kirishima, struggled on one of the maths questions for his homework. He explained it to the redhead but he wasn't going to spoon feed him the answer so it's up to him to put the brains into use. Aizawa allowed him to continue his study sessions in the apartment but with a limit on how many people would arrive, the last thing he needed was his whole class hanging over - he saw enough of them in lessons.

"Bro, I beg. It's impossible to get the value of y."

"You know it's possible, weird hair." Bakugo grinned, "why else would it be on the stupid homework?"

"To torture me...?" Kirishima whimpered like a lost puppy.

"Spare me." The blonde sighed.

They nearly finished the questions, being interrupted by their teacher who knocked and then entered. "Hey kid."

"What's up, Sensei?" Bakugo asked.

"I want to talk to you in private, is it okay for you to continue this another time?"

"Sur--"

"Oh, yeah. We were about done anyways! Thanks Bakugo for the help, you're a life saver!" He put his hands together to pray and then ran out, forgetting his maths sheet.

Bakugo immediately noticed, not bothering to run after the other. That forgetful idiot. He's lucky they have the beginning of each day together, so he can give it back to him... it's not as if he'll put some hints for the last questions. He swiftly organised the desk and turned back to his teacher.

"I'll give it to him tomorrow, don't worry."

"Good, so I wanted to discuss something said previously." Aizawa saw his student nod and sat on the desk chair Kirishima was originally at, "there's a therapist organisation the school has worked with before and we sent a referral for you. It may take a couple of weeks for the waiting list but that will be it, then you can meet a therapist."

Somehow, the news didn't reassure Bakugo - it did the opposite. He felt a sickening twist in his intestines and wanted to cough it out. He's not been to therapy before, what will he expect from it? What if it doesn't help? Will it impact his chances of becoming the best hero? Of course it would. He leaned forward, covering his face with his arms it was so disgusting.

"Kid..."

"Don't pity me." Bakugo grimaced.

"Pity? I wouldn't. I know it will be difficult but I want you to try this, not for me but for you. It might even help, Katsuki."

He looked down at his palms, opening and closing them. He then lifted his head and saw his teacher's expression. It wasn't filled with pity... instead, something he didn't recognise. Bakugo tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Is it that surprising to care about you?" Jeez, what had this kid been through. It seemed that any affection was alien to him. That just frustrated the teacher, he wouldn't let this continue. Something about him couldn't let it. He knew how the boy's parents were, especially his volatile mother. But did they ever give any care? That was the big question Aizawa had, he needed to know because if this was the grim case then he can help the boy. He always did care about Bakugo but without him really realising it, his care has incredibly grown for his wellbeing.

"Whatever..." Bakugo looked away, feeling shy for not knowing what felt like an obvious question. Freak.

"I'll keep you updated on it."

"Thanks sensei, I'll... uhm. I will... try it."

His teacher nodded and closed the door behind him. Bakugo was lost in thought now, wondering about the question asked... "surprising to care?"... was he that different to what was expected? Although, wondering about otherwise and how it may feel to have comfort from his mother, he assumed tough love was successful and that the best families did it. For once in a long time, he questioned if it was effective to believe in.

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Kirishima shook his boyfriend by the shoulders. "Bro, I forgot my maths sheet!'

"What maths sheet?"

"The homework... we have, due tomorrow."

"THERE WAS HOMEWORK?!" Kaminari cried, joining the panic parade.

Sero slided in, grinning, hands in his pockets. "Guys, don't worry. I got this app that gives all the answers."

The two cheered in joy, seeing Sero as their savour.

"Excuse me, that is very inappropriate, Sero. The point of homework is to practice your skills, if you use the Internet how will you learn?" Iida readjusts his glasses, disappointed in his fellow classmates for their childish behaviour.

"Oh, mierda. Listen Iida, can't we talk this out?"

"And why should I not go to see our teacher this instant?"

Sero scratches his chin, "I'll get you more sailor moon manga."

Kirishima froze, staring back and forth at Kaminari and Sero. Huh?

"Two volumes..." Iida whispered, averting eyes.

"Yeah, fine now scoot."

The class president left two confused boys with their groaning friend that now had to fetch two sailor moon mangas or he would be in deep shit.

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Bakugo felt a burst of energy and chose the right song for this moment. He plays it out loud on his phone.

"I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are so intricate!" Bakugo jumped along to the chorus, kicking his legs in the air like a rockstar.

"This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress.
I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are so intricate"

Bakugo climbed back up his bed.
"Are so intricate!"
He jumped again and his ankle twisted, making him slip on the carpet. He groaned with a loud thud, muttering a "fuck" close after. It was sore but would heal, just those bitchy pains that hurt in the first few seconds. But it was stupid. Stupid, very-

His teacher walked in quickly with his protective instincts, he looked down and saw the boy was okay or seemingly so. He asked regardless. "What did you do this time?"

"Sing until your lungs give out!"