A Talk With The Quiet Kid

Chapter 1

Katsuki POV

I walk in Aizawa-sensei his office and I see two chairs sitting across from each other. I know why i'm here. My class got a day off so we all could talk with Aizawa, one by one, about something. It probably has to do with war or something.

I say plainly 'you needed to talk to me, sensei?' The taller man with the black hair, in front of me replies with one hand in his pocket. 'yeah, your class got a day off to talk to me about a serious topic.' I know, you told us in class the day before yesterday. 'What's the topic about?' I asked while looking down to the ground. 'Your mental health,' he says.

Oh. I look back up to him and frown my eyebrows a little. 'Why?' I ask, trying to find a hint in his eyes if he knows something about my past. He answers while putting his other hand in his pocket 'Because we need to know if our students are struggling or not.' He refers 'we' to the teachers at UA. I gaze off to a cup of coffee that's sitting on his desk. I sigh, trying to let all my thoughts go away for just one second. 'Okay. sure, whatever.' I answered.

As I sit down on the chair, Aizawa grabs a piece of paper off of his desk and walks to the chair in front of me and sits down. He looks down at the paper for a good 10 seconds, and looks up to me and says 'These questions might be triggering so be prepared, Bakugou.' Tch.

'How have you been feeling lately?' he questioned.

'Fine.' I say. Just gotta keep my cool.

'How are things at home?'

'Also fine.'

'Okay, good.' He says while looking back down at the paper he's holding, probably reading the upcoming questions. 'Are you happy with the class you're in?' he asks.
Yes, no, kinda. I just miss him. My classmates are all nice and sh*t, but it's never going to be the same.

Never the same.

I agreed, because I don't want to make him question further.

'Do you ever feel like you have to break something to relieve a feeling?' he adds. I look at him while gripping a little tighter on my gray sweatpants which I slept in. 'Like.. an object?' I asked him because I don't know if he's talking about physical pain on the body or just breaking an object. 'Yeah, any kind of object.' he replies firmly. 'Sometimes' I shrug, looking back at the ground.

'Have you ever been bullied?' I hear him ask. I feel an ache in my heart. Just the word hurts me, in any way you say it. bully, bullies, insulted, disliked. I can't look up. I keep on looking down to my shoes. My red shoes that remind me of him. I just mumble 'kinda.. I- I was part of it..' D*mn it. Now he's gonna need an explanation for my stupid answer. 'How?' He asks while crossing his legs. I look at another part of the ground. I see a gray carpet in the corner where a plant is standing next to. I don't know what to say. Do I tell him? Will my thoughts slow down if I do? No. No, no. It's my fault he's gone. I have to repay for all of he sh*t I did in the past. If I do tell him, I could have my payback.

'Being the bully..' I mumble. F*ck. Did he hear? I'm gripping tighter on my thigh now. Maybe these raging thoughts will go away if the pain goes somewhere else other than my brain?
'I stopped though..' I continue. My voice cracks while saying that. Sh*t. I'm gonna cry.
'It sounds like you regret doing it, am I right?' He asks. I look up at him, biting my teeth hard against each other trying to supress from crying.

'I regret it every day.' I imply, while looking back down at my lap. I feel his eyes on me. I think he noticed how i'm almost on the verge of crying so he moved on to the next question, 'have you ever harmed yourself on purpose?' I don't even think twice of answering. I hum 'mhm.' I hear him immediately ask why.

I deserve everything bad that could happen to a person.

'It's the least I could do for him.' I answer.

'Who's him?' he asks.

'The boy I bullied'

'And is this boy you bullied someone you knew or just some random boy you picked out to bully?'

...

'My best friend.'

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