I am normal.

Chapter 5

Katsuki didn't know what to do. The amount of times Kirishima had tried to talk to him about what happened but Katsuki was the one who changed the subject like a coward. It was ridiculous, stupid even, how he was acting. And with it came a great deal of distance between the two. The more Katsuki avoided the topic, the more Kirishima brought it up, the more he avoided him all together, the more distant they became. They spent fewer and less lunches together and would very rarely pair up for tasks and always look for excuses to avoid study sessions. That happened until eventually no words were exchanged at all. People noticed. The teachers noticed. Anyone that noticed always went to Kirishima. Is Kirishima okay? Was Bakugou mean to Kirishima? Did Bakugou do something wrong?

He realised after they gradually stopped talking that it also included the rest of the class bar the few that never spoke to him anyway. Mina stopped talking to him, Kaminari stopped calling him 'Kacchan'. They didn't do so much as look or smile at him, not even blinking in his direction. Katsuki was certain that it was only because of Kirishima that they had ever done that in the first place. Now, they probably thought, if Kirishima couldn't reign him in then who could? Why bother? Naturally, they only spoke to him if it was absolutely necessary and no other reason. 

Then he found himself, just like middle school, standing on the roof of the school building. He wasn't allowed, of course, but who cared enough to go looking for him? Katsuki found it to be quite a lot higher, he was convinced he could touch the clouds. The breeze was much colder despite it being close to summer, it was almost freeing. The sky was so clear he could see for miles. He couldn't make out a single face or what they were doing or saying, he could see them but nothing else.

Every day he went up, break and lunch times, sometimes he ate his food and sometimes he just stared but each day he got a little closer to the edge. Katsuki found that it was much easier to do so when he knew people couldn't see him. He would never jump, of course he wouldn't do that at school as tempting as it was but it was just a lot easier to breathe. He wasn't stuck in the stuffy school air, surrounded by people who got up to who knows what when they were alone like he was, people who didn't care much for other people just like him. It wasn't relaxing per say, not with how exhilarating it was with his feet dangling over the edge, it was just better. 

That peace ended one lunch time whilst he was standing a little too close to the edge for anyone's comfort, his mind was too loud to notice his foot lift a little too far from the safety of the floor or to hear the annoying voice that had plagued him since childhood call out to him as if he was worried. Katsuki only noticed when he was pulled back rather suddenly and lost his balance. His childhood friend seemed to be clutching onto him for dear life, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Midoriya looked scared. His group of friends were also holding some part of his clothing as if they were afraid to let go, "We should be asking you that!"

It was a predicament, "I wasn't fucking doing anything, let go of me."

"It didn't- look that way!", by the way Midoriya looked you'd think he just watched his life flash before his eyes. If it was some nobody that had seen him up here, Katsuki wouldn't have cared, they wouldn't have either but why, for the love of fuck, did it have to be the most meddlesome group of bastards he knew?

"I don't give a shit what it looked like- I wasn't. Doing. Anything.", he gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to ignore how much his heart pounded in his chest because he knew for a fact they were not going to let him go. He was angry, sure, who wouldn't be? Besides, he was Katsuki Bakugou, everyone expected him to act angry because that was just how he was. It wasn't just anger that he felt though. He was scared. If they hadn't showed up he wouldn't be here, he knew that but he hadn't even noticed he was doing it. That is what scared him. Was it really that bad he would just do it wherever given the chance? He was scared to admit what he was doing.