𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔

Feeling.

Bakugos POV:

The feeling of my fingers typing away at the keyboard soothes me, the sound of it being comforting almost. My index finger moves to the touchpad, moving the mouse on my screen to wherever.

"Whatcha doin?" My mother asks me as she enters the house with groceries in her hand. I look over at her from the couch before looking back at my computer.

"Filling out a damn collage application"

"Oh? What major are you-"

"Graphic design."

"What exactly do you wanna be?"

"Tattoo artist."

I respond, keeping my sentences short as I press my index finger to my glasses, pushing them further up my nose.

"How do your glasses feel?" She asks me, already putting groceries away and into the fridge.

"They feel fuckin fine Ma, stop distracting me."

I tell her. She doesn't respond which is fucking fantastic on my end. However, my finger stops on my touchpad when I see a certain question pop up on my application.

"Do you have any problems with your vision, hearing, or mental state?"

O Yes
O No

I stare at the question for a little while longer before clicking "No." simply because there's nothing wrong with my vision at all, I just wear glasses, it's not like I'm blind....And my mental state is fine too, just because I have trouble sleeping doesn't mean shit.

"Mreow" Penny purrs against my leg.

"Not now Penny." I wave her off when she jumps up on the couch next to me. She paws at my keyboard and I immediately grit my teeth with a groan.

"Ma! Come get this damn cat!" I yell, causing my mother to come and pick Penny up. She holds her under her arms and kisses Pennys nose. "That poor baby just wanted Katsukis attention huh?~ He's such a brat isn't he~~" She coos at Penny while taking her to the kitchen.

After my college application is complete I get up and grab my keys.

"Oi! I'll be out for a bit!"

I announce to my mom, the last thing I hear is her yelling about a shitty ass curfew but I slam the door before she could finish her sentence.
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I park my car outside of a gas station, getting out to walk inside and when I do, the bell rings, indicating my entrance.

"Hello Sir! What can I getcha!" The man at the counter asks me. I look behind him to find what I'm looking for and with a sigh I hand him a five dollar bill. "Cigarettes, I don't give a fuck what kind, just give 'em to me" I ask, causing the guy to raise a brow. "Oh....How old are you kid?" He asks.

"Old enough." I comment, getting irritated with the man.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you those unless I see some kind of license" the man replies, causing me to grit my teeth. "It ain't my fault I look young for my age! Just give me what I'm paying for!" I shout at him....I don't need cigarettes but I want them. I'm stressed from all this lack of sleep, my sore red eyes, college application shit, how hard is it to just give a man what he's paying for? Shitty fucking age.