Stay with me!

Chapter 20 - Know less - G

Since the beginning week of their relationship, neither has changed their behaviour in school. It was as if the day never happened but to the couple, they had an extra layer of cotton when they shared glances. Midoriya couldn't help but smile brighter (if that was possible) when talking to his new boyfriend.

Speaking of him, he leaned on Bakugo's desk as he discussed his maths work for the other to check, his hand softly brushing past the blonde's.

The blonde interlocked his pinky with the freckled boy.

"Idiot, you don't subtract the second algebraic fraction." He stated, smirking without an underbite.

"Oh! It slipped my mind, I was thinking of other things... like an angry pomeranian." Midoriya teased.

The other pouted and turned his head. "Quit it."

Once Aizawa joined, everyone moved back to their seats, including the last conversation he had with Midoriya. Bakugo fiddled with his nails, looking downwards with boredom. His ears perked at a conversation nearby.

"For the recent performance of Shakespeare's play, I went with both my parents. It was a wonderful time with them!" Momo remembered, fondly.

It must be nice, going with both of them, Bakugo thought. Can't remember the last time we did that. Has it been years? Even when we did, it would always end in deep shit, looking forward to the moment the day is over.

"Oh!" That was Iida. "That's lovely that you spent time with them."

"We always do. Sometimes I find it annoying, having them always involve me in their errands. But they're happy so I shouldn't complain."

Talk about bragging. It's not that the boy wanted what she had, it's just... that happiness. Fuck, he did want it. He wanted it so bad, to feel embarrassed by how much his parents adored each other. To know they were happy, regardless of him. That he didn't just force two strangers to remain as one. Yet, that was the reality. And now he would just be with his mother, at God knows when. They'd be happy that way, right? His mum never took him to places often, only invested in her work. So, unlikely he would ever... go with her. He felt pathetic, really stupid, and weak and fragile. Was it so hard for him to not care about it? So he did what he could to hide his weakness, what he always did: fuel his anger. He leaned further against the desk.

"It's perfect because I was everything they wanted! It completed the picture, as you say."

"Have they ever had any disputes?" Todoroki asked.

"Never, I think they're made for each other."

He breathed intensely and slowly, wanting to explode like the one from his palms. Shaking effortlessly, he reached a point of losing control. He was jealous, oh so jealous. As petty as it was, Bakugo was angry because of the unfairness. Why did he have to feel guilt whilst others liberated their parents?

Parts of his brain wrapped around, attempting to coax the boy into calmness by directing the reason to be his fault and deserving. It didn't work this time. Anger grew and grew, becoming a tree higher than the boy. His brain was hit and it messed with his thoughts, becoming intrusive and unpredictable. His fist yearned to punch Momo, to press it against her face. When he tried to keep himself still, regardless of the teeth gritting and muscles shaking, his mind wandered on to what else he could do. Maybe, to shut them up and let himself focus on anything else, he could flip a table over? He didn't understand his body's refusal in movement, he was chained to a seat.

"Our parents should meet up again, it was a fun evening with all of us together." Iida said, smiling gently.

That was it. Making him feel fucking lonely too? He didn't want the pity or to have that interaction as he would feel bored as fuck but it riled him up. The unequal distribution riled him onto a train of madness. The next stop would be a suspension for physical misconduct, and he didn't really care for the consequences. In this moment, he didn't give a flying fuck.

So what stopped him from getting to that stop? Was it the embarassment of causing attention or the bark without an underbite? It could have been the last part of his reasoning, pulling the blonde away from the classroom.

Bakugo left his things, found himself at the bus stop. He then walked past it, needing the walk to cool himself down before he does anything regrettable. His phone rang when he passed two joint houses, plastered in white paint. After confirming it wasn't his mother, his thumb pressed against "accept".

"Hello?"

"What is it old man?" Bakugo responded.

"You called me."

Wait. He did. "Well, I wanted to see if you can pick me up. I'm fucked." He had walked two thirds of the way home and he wasn't up for walking any further.

"I just finished my appointment, where are you?"

"Near that shitty kids school, a bit after at that car thing."

"Oh, I'm not too sure but I think I have an idea. I'll come now, but you're meant to be in until three, what happened?"

"Shut up! I'll tell you in the car." He seethed, hanging up and waiting.

About ten minutes later, he saw his father and motioned for him to turn in a side road so the teen could hop inside. Bakugo opens the door and sighs, watching his father turn the wheel.

"So, what happened?"

"I don't know just got pissed off, people wouldn't shut up. I didn't want to stay in and do some shit I'll regret."

"Where's your bag?"

Bakugo looked at his shoes. "I left it."

"What?! Kats, someone could steal stuff."

"Chill, it's fine. Sensei probably took it into his office."

"You better email him then, your wallet is in there."

"Yeah, yeah." He definitely wouldn't, that would be embarrassing.

The drive home was silent after, ignoring the small talk on what else happened in the day. Bakugo got out his seat and opened the door, unbothered about waiting for his father. Soft bristles of his hair fluttered against the wind created when the door passed him. He walked inside and fell onto the couch, checking his phone and seeing that his... boyfriend had messaged more.

He shouldn't be making him worry, some fucking partner he was. But what could he say? He didn't want the other worrying more. After some debating, he prepared a message to send to Midoriya so he wouldn't pester him with messages anymore (or worry). He didn't want him to worry and it affect his performance in school.

Hey nerd, im at home and fine. Just couldn't deal with today, dont worry and shit ill be back tomorrow

The blonde felt some relief after sending it and receiving hearts from the freckled boy. Habits made it difficult but he wanted to try and keep communication... at least near standards with him, so a talk was planned. At least so the other didn't assume anything worse had happened.