Sweetheart - Katsuki Bakugo x y/n <3

1. Re-Do

Katsuki's POV

I have this reoccurring dream. I can't sleep a single night without flashes of pain and struggle interrupting my rest.

In the dream, Kirishima, deku, denki, todoroki and the rest of the idiots are cheering in triumph. high fiving and applauding eachother for taking down another corrupt villain. the claps and cheers are a warbled mess in my ears, sort of like i'm underwater listening in. there's a constant, distant ringing in the background and They are all older now, standing proud and grown in their hero costumes before my mind pans down to me lying on the ground. I'm Bound in chains and surrounded by a pile of burning rubble and debris. i then realise I am the villain. The one they cheer for the destruction of. The chains pull tighter around my wrists and ankles the more i struggle. I scream and fight as i try to push down the aching feeling in my chest. I call their names but no one notices; no one cares. To my classmates, my friends, i am scum on earth. Another violent, unpredictable enemy they have defeated.

slowly the building around me collapses, my friends fade away and i am left alone in the confides of my mind, mirroring the wreck that falls apart around me.

yesterday was no different. I awoke in a pile of twisted, sweat soaked sheets with laboured breaths and an ache in my chest. As consuming and degrading as the dream was just seconds ago, once i wake and realise it was all fake, my mind fades to black until i'm doomed to relive it again the next night.

I threw the blankets off myself as i sat up and slid into my slippers. grabbing my uniform that hangs off my desk chair, i clutched the soft fabric in my hands, my mind repeats the same routine i have followed every morning i've been at UA.

1. Wake up in a state of fear and dread.
2. head to the showers and Attempt to wash away my worries.
3. fail.
4. head downstairs to the kitchen to make food. try to avoid conversation with everyone.
5. head to school early and sit in the stairwell alone until class starts.
6. write notes. study, train, fight, be grumpy etc etc
7. head back to the dorms.
8. repeat step four.
9. try to get some rest.

and repeat.

everyday of first year played out in the same routine. except for the occasional kidnapping and/or attempted threat on our lives by the League of villains. My classmates grew stronger everyday while i stayed behind, stuck in a constant cycle of anger and terror. But this year will be different. i'm making sure of it.

for example, i haven't slept. since 6am yesterday morning i have done everything possible to stay awake and avoid starting my first day of second year in a sweaty, heaving mess. I've been on a walk around the campus, beat my personal record of sit-ups and reread my favourite manga series. It's now 7:30am. usually by now i'd be hiding in the stairwell but today i've decided to start my morning off later. Once my blazer is on i grab my school bag before heading towards the elevator.

Kirishima is leaving his room the same time as me. it's odd seeing him at this time as usually i'm up and off to school an hour before anyone else has even opened their eyes in the morning. as he closes his door behind him, his eyes light up. "Bakugo! what are you doing here dude? aren't you usually at school by now? i hope you didn't sleep in on our first day back"
quite the opposite actually. i say to myself.

i decide to just shrug at him as we load into the elevator. My lack of sleep makes it hard to resist the urge to tell him to "fuck off". He rocks on the balls of his feet and watches impatiently as the number above the door gets lower and lower. as we step out i deter myself from taking my usual path straight to UA but follow behind Kirishima instead. I can tell he's shocked as he looks behind him to see i haven't scampered off but he stays quiet and leads the way which i appreciate.

as the door swings open and reveals the majority of 2A stuffing their faces with cereals and toast, i watch as their faces morph from happiness at the sight of kirishima to shock as i step out from behind him. I haven't joined the class for meal time ever. Usually, i'm in and out of the kitchen without even a glance to the few who occupy the space early in the morning. Todoroki for example who must wake up a similar hour to me as he's always up reading manga at the dining table when i duck in. Or Deku who's always up early scribbling with his nose in his journal.

Suddenly to everyone's surprise including my own, my lips quirk up in an awkward attempt at a smile as i pass by kiri to fill up a bowl with milk and cornflakes. i feel everyone's eyes bore into me like i'm some kind of anomaly as i walk myself and my breakfast to an empty seat at the end of the table and dig in. after a few more seconds of silence, kiri takes the seat next to me and the lull of conversation returns. I listen in as they chatter about training schedules, petty drama and ambitions for starting the new year. Most is all non essential nonsense but my attention is spiked at the mention of a new classmate.

After the invisible girl from our class last year was relocated to a different hero school due to her family moving cities, there's been only 19 of us in the hero course. we all assumed that the spot wouldn't be filled but as i listen to deku rant on about a conversation he overheard with Allmight and Aizawa, apparently today our class will be receiving a new student.

"I wonder where they are transferring from?"

"it's most likely someone from the support course"

"i wonder if she'll have a big rac-" followed by a kick under the table from jirou and a yelp from minetta.

Everyone finishes up their breakfast's and stacks their dishes before heading as a group towards first period. i trail behind, watching as they joke and playfully shove one another. It's bizarre watching a group of people i've spent a whole year living and training with, working so cohesively with eachother and feeling like a complete stranger. Kirishima walks by my side, staying silent except for the very obvious glances he tosses my way as we walk. i can tell he's confused by how i've been acting this morning.

sure we are close. i'd say Ejirou is the one person i have any kind of "friendship" with at this school if you could even call it that. He goes out of his way to be kind to me. offering to do after school training sessions with me, studying in our dorms at exam season, he even invites me to the weekly movie nights the class holds. In return i huff and begrudgingly agree to spar but decline his offers at anything that could bring me closer emotionally to him or my classmates. yet he comes back every week to ask again. No matter how much unnecessary anger i spit out at him and everyone around me, he comes back.

"who do you reckon the transfer will be?" i ask him as i stuff my hands in my pocket. his face lights up. most likely because it's rare for me to initiate conversation with him first.

"i mean i know most of the support class kids, they seem cool as hell but it would be pretty great to have a new person to train with transferred in. learning to fight against someone with a new quirk is always fun. what about you?"

i think on it for a moment. "Not to be a creep like grape head or anything, but a cute girl would be fucking great" i reply with a smirk. His sharp teeth poke out of his lips in a large, boyish grin as he slaps my shoulder. "Damn bakubro straight to the point"

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i hope you enjoyed this chapter . i'm hoping to update at least every two days and really expand bakugos character as we go on! love you all

-valentine