Can't Save Me Now (Villain Deku AU)

Chapter 19

Mina's POV

I was so freaking worried, until Aizawa-sensei burst through the doors. He wasn't pissed, but he wasn't happy, his expression was unreadable.

He could be wanting to smoke weed, or cry from dramas, no one could tell.

In any case, Bakugo was alive and close behind him. He was looking down at the floor in shame, with his hands in his pockets.

He was barely scratched, I would have guessed from thorns instead of knives. Upon first glance, he wasn't badly injured.

Maybe a wince here or there, but nothing deadly.

Nothing to indicate he called two murderers "assholes" and ran away, with them quickly following. 

"Bakubro, are you okay?" Kirishima was the first to greet him, pulling him into a bear hug. He just stood awkwardly with his hands still in his pockets.

The rest of us quickly followed him, turning it into a group hug. We stood like that for a few moments, before we pulled away from him.

He was still looking down at the floor, with a still unreadable expression.

Until he pushed past us and went to his dorm room. We tried to follow, but Aizawa-sensei caught us with his scarf.

"I have given the three of them house arrest for a day. Bakugo will be explaining what happened later tomorrow. Per his request, I have to ask that you all avoid him until he is ready."

We bombarded him with questions, until he finally was able to say more. "The villains will be under strict supervision, so they won't be able to get to him. Don't interact with them either, for all of tomorrow."

We weren't happy with the fact that Bakugo was acting so strangely. 

He hadn't been himself for the past few days, but it was more obvious than ever in that moment, that Bakugo had changed.

Maybe not permanently, but he changed.

It was relaxing to see a calm Bakugo, one where you didn't have to watch your words around, one where you didn't have to dodge explosions from left and right, sure. But we were worried about him.

This new and improved Bakugo wasn't the Bakugo we wanted to hang out with.

The one who came up with absurd nicknames for everyone, the one that threatened to kill the class multiple times, the one that exploded at random.

But we would get our answers soon, right? 

Right?

We would know what exactly happened, from Bakugo himself. And all we had to do was leave him alone for a day.

But we couldn't do that, we were Aizawa's class!

Leaving things alone was unheard of to us. 

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Bakugo's POV

Everyone was staring at me as we both walked through the doors. I wasn't directly looking at them, I was looking at the floor, but I could feel their burning gazes.

I could feel the curiosity of everyone around me, but there was something new. 

Among the curious souls, were the disgusted ones. The ones that couldn't bear to look at me. The ones I repulsed with every moment I was around.

I was sure that Shitty Hair was saying something, but it was all a buzz. Nothing I could directly understand.

Nothing I wanted to understand.

Something or the other happened. I wasn't sure what, nor did I care. But somehow I ended up in a group hug? With the Bakusquad?

Zoning out is dangerous.

But so is cursing out two known villains.

I could see that they all wanted answers. They wanted to know what possessed me to do such a terrible and idiotic thing.

They finally released me from the group hug, and we were just standing still for a few moments. 

I was too lost in my head to say anything, or to interact with them.

I had so much I wanted to know, so much I needed to think about.

So much I needed to prepare myself to explain.

I pushed past them, and started walking towards the elevator. I was sure that the Bakusquad followed for a bit, but Aizawa-sensei caught them in his scarf.

I wasn't sure what he was telling them.

Maybe he would out me.

Maybe they would all hate me before I could explain.

They should.

I was selfish and caused them to give up their dreams and become villains. I was selfish and their youngest sister died.

I deserved to be hated.

I deserved to be shunned.

I deserved everything that would come my way.

The ding of the elevator showed that I was on my floor, so I got out and walked to my dorm room. 

It was eerily quiet, like the building itself was ignoring me. 

I sighed and opened up my dorm room, and sat inside. It wasn't much, but it was more than they ever had.

There was a queen bed, a desk with pencils, some not-so-display knives, a closet, and a nightstand. There was also a spinning chair and a rug.

To think that they lived in a literal hellhole, where you could always smell death, and whatever would come out the torture room.

I had never been myself, but their descriptions were enough to make me feel nauseous. 

No one here understood what their lives had been like.

Sure Poland Flag was abused, but Endeavor was rich and he lived comfortably. The Chisaki Siblings didn't have that luxury.

My siblings didn't have that luxury.

I thought about every night, every choice, every negative feeling that night. I embraced the coldness that came, and focused on not healing, but feeling.

I just wanted them to stop suffering, but my own selfishness caused them to lose everything. And I mean everything.

They lost me, they lost their home, and they lost their six year old sister.

And in return they gained a target on their back, and an abundance of enemies.

Meanwhile I lost two adopted siblings, but I gained a hero license and the ability to live my dream life.

How was that fair?

How was any of that deserved? Why did fate hate them so much? 

What did they ever do to deserve everything that came their way? What did I do to deserve everything that came my way?

Why did everything good happen to the person who least deserved it?

I had spent the night crying quietly, eating chocolates, and watching crappy K-Dramas. Nothing helped in the slightest.

I knew that Aizawa-sensei would schedule a meeting with Hound Dog after finding out about everything, I just needed to prepare to explain what happened.

Everything that happened.