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Chapter 14 - Rose fields - T

On Friday...
"Bro, I really don't know if this is a good idea."
"Kacchan, you don't need to--."

Bakugo paused in his steps to the classroom, leading to the other two bumping into him. He threateningly raises his fist at the two and Kirishima holds it.

"You know, what I don't need is this shit. I don't even remember yesterday. I am fucking fine." Bakugo made sure to flip them both off with his other hand as he entered the room, nearly tackled to the floor by an excited Kaminari.

"For the love of--."

"The final between Bakugo and... me? Who will win?" Sero narrated as he sat on the table.

"When the hell were you in this, Soy sauce?"

"Heh, I was there."

Bakugo sighed and lifted himself up with his legs. He was inches in the realm of reality, tiredness being swallowed from poor sleep as he moved to the front of the room. Sero looked at him as he sat down and noticed the eyebags and red eyeballs that followed. Immediately, his face sunk in concern.

"Hey, amigo if you want we can do it next week."

"No, I want this over with."

He shook his head left to right and held the controller, nearly dropping it at first. With hesitation from everyone surrounding the blonde, the match began. He managed to keep Sero's players on their toes as the game started, but he lowered in momentum when the first few minutes passed. It wasn't long before Sero scored his first goal and then his second. At two to null, Bakugo kept playing but he felt the stuffiness and heat of the room and his father's voice. He nearly fell forward, being shaken awake by Kendou. Mashing buttons incoherently, while Sero scored his fifth goal.

Kaminari looked at Kirishima's worry and put his arm on his back, "I know."

"He doesn't look well, Kami."

It was only half time and Bakugo had no shots on target, he sat in the same position feeling another ache from his head. Sero whispered to Kendou and they nodded. Midoriya saw them close the game, accepting Sero as the winner of the prize and went to personally check on his friend.

"Hey, hey. Can you see me?" Midoriya waved his hand in front, seeing no response. He decided it was best to take him to see the school's nurse and helped lift him up with Kirishima's help on the other side. "Thank you, Kirishima-kun."

"It's no problem."

They led him to the nurse's office helped him lay on the bed and told the nurse to check on him.

"Okay, I will assess him. You can check on him later."

They both bowed at the nurse and then left her the peace to work. Through multiple testing, she can conclude he is unwell because of dehydration and supposedly a lack of sleep, likely a result of immense stress with what the other boys explained to her. For now, she will let him sleep for as much as he can and provide water once he is awake.

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On Thursday...
The door shut behind him as he stepped into the house after being in a dream that supposedly was intentional. Nearly there, he thought to himself. No one was home he believed and that was what he needed, collapsing onto the bed and sniffing to end the vibrating silence. After he exhausted his body with tears he sat up and rubbed his eyes, scanning his room. He needed to dust the objects he owned... Another time he may (probably not). He should at least dust the All Might figurines.

So tired, he splashed water on his face and saw his reflection in the mirror. There was nothing to comment on, he turned on his feet and groaned. He looked like his mother.

The hours turned the sun upside down, darkness outside his window as it was inside. He refused to turn a light on, letting his strained eyes strain more to adjust. Once he finally put his mind to rest and slept, he woke up at midnight to the yelling from downstairs. The damaging vocabulary that left from his dear mother's mouth. His gut sank in guilt but his mind was fuzzy, he felt a whole new wall of tears flow from his eyes. His head was at the point of aching from the strain and he tried to fall asleep again but minutes passed with no luck, the urge to scream was massive as he sat at the edge of his bed with his head in palms.

His fan was at maximum speed, trying to cool the overheating boy but without much luck. He threw his shirt off soon after. Tossing and turning, trying to drift off but being held back to consciousness by his mother's loud and clear voice. Why didn't she care that it was keeping him up? At one point, she even scolded him for turning the fan back on to waste eletricity.

If he wasn't so tired he would give his mother a deep piece of his mind. When it was silent, he still couldn't sleep and it was starting to make no logical sense. It was all madness, Bakugo felt. Not think, he could barely string together one thought without it pounding at his brain until mince meat. The screen's blue rays didn't help at all, but he needed someone to help him, he needed help. He wanted help so bad he could cry if asked.

Pikachu.

He was the only person close enough and awake at this hour. A message directly with a response a minute after. He explained the physical symptoms: overheating and headache. The other advised him to drink cold water to cool his system and Bakugo tried it, helping him significantly. Before he crashed back to sleep, Kaminari recieved an orange heart emoji.