Make it stop!

Chapter 31

Things started to come together, like pieces to a puzzle. Bakugo believed he was making progress and in the moment seemed to forget that he could make mistakes. Subconsciously, having a sense of confidence mixed with perfection. It was all a stupid phase with feeling edgy and now he could move on and become a hero! The fuckin' best one.

That only made things harder. He felt suffocated with the pressure he gave himself, but he forced himself to hold on because he believed he was capable of doing the absolute best. There was no room for pathetic feelings. So, what? He got a few questions wrong in sociology? He just wrote too much that's all. He wasn't worse than the others, right? Gazing down at the amount of red pen made him flinch. His head twisted to the side with a nice click as he tried to clear his mind. Why was he getting fixated on nothing, grow the fuck up! He wanted to punch himself for even thinking about all this.

The top layer of this fuckwitch was how his teacher told him off when he did nothing wrong. Monoma was arguing with the person behind Bakugo and the teacher thought he caused it.

"Stop disrupting my class, Bakugo."

"I am not saying shit." The boy retorted with a glare.

London laughed, finding it very amusing. You could say Bakugo was feeling far from the same.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakugo yelled, startling the class and causing silence straight after. London put her middle finger up but the teacher had enough of it.

"Bakugo, wait outside of my class."

The blonde grabbed his bag and stormed off. He didn't bother waiting outside because this bullshit wasn't even his fault, those stupid bastards. Bakugo didn't know where his friends would be so he went to the common room until the day ended. At first, he watched some YouTube on the TV - most of it being gameplays from ManlyBadassHero, excusing the name. You'd think Kirishima made that. Regardless, it helped him to get his shit together.

A few classmates entered and called out to their friend. Damn, the day was already over? "Hey Pinky," Bakugo leaned back on the couch while Mina and Sero joined him.

"Amigo, my friend told me about you storming out." Sero added.

"Yeah, what happened Blasty? If you don't mind saying."

"It wasn't even my fuckin' fault, the teacher told me off when it was the pricks behind me and then the London bitch laughed so I gave her a piece of my mind."

"Bro, that London girl has been causing so much shit lately." Sero agreed.

"Come on, we don't know her that well it might just be a bad impression."

"Mina, you are wrong. She is BAD."

Bakugo ignored the bickering around him and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Bakugo started to walk away, "to have a nap, you fuckers drive my head in."

"Kacchan!"

Bakugo pushed Midoriya out of the way and went to the lift. He started calming down, rubbing along his arms. Why did he have to lose his cool like that? Then again, he always does so it doesn't matter.

The lift dinged and he went to Aizawa's dorm, opening it with his spare key. He went to kitchen and decided to make himself something unnecessarily spicy.

He did make more for his sensei but used the excuse of making too much. The problem was that his teacher was struggling from the spice, red-faced and coughing. "Jeesus... kid, how much spice?"

Bakugo crossed his arms. "It's not that spicy."

Aizawa hadn't drank so much water during a meal until today. Bakugo went to leave after washing the dishes.

"Kid, wait we need to talk."

Bakugo sighed and walked over. "Let me guess, it was about earlier."

"Indeed, I would like to hear what happened from you."

Bakugo didn't have anything to hide, nor did he feel what happened was fair so he gladly explained the situation. His teacher understood the frustration but that wasn't the thing he had a particular interest in.

"What about before that happened?"

"What about it?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow.

"Your teacher said you seemed out of focus. I am wondering if you were struggling before it."

"Why does that shit matter? It wasn't important and I can't let small things affect me."

"It's still important, Katsuki. If you were already stressed it could have explained why it escalated."

"That's... whatever." He looked to the side, feeling dejected.

"I was considering for some time about this, it could help." Aizawa handed him a small red card.

"The fuck is that?"

"Language. And, it's a card you can use in lessons if you feel overwhelmed, it allows you to leave the class and have a break."

"Couldn't I just use it and never go to lessons?"

"I doubt you would want to fail your exams."

"Fair point. I probably won't use it but whatever." He shoved it into his pocket for now.

He was surprised to see his teacher lightly pat him, there wasn't a need to flinch as he saw the hand coming.

"Is this okay?" His teacher asked.

"Mhm." Bakugo appreciated the effort his teacher made with making him comfortable.

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The next day, he used the red card. Present Mic let him go without any complaints and Bakugo enjoyed the walk around the school. It was a hot day so he took the chance to sit outside under a tree and relax. It helped extremely in calming him down. He ended up going to his next lesson in a calm mood and did well as a result of the time taken to recharge.

"So you weren't going to use it, hm?" Aizawa smiled.

Bakugo pouted. "Yeah, yeah. I hate how you're always right."

"Far- sensei knows best." Aizawa corrected himself.

"I guess it helped so thanks. But how did you know I used it?"

"I was walking to find a student hiding from class and saw you next to a tree along the way."

"A student bunked? Did you catch them?"

Aizawa sighed, sitting down on the couch to tell a story the blonde was too interested in.