NOT WRITING ANYMORE - Prism x Bakugou (Prisugo)

Part 2

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN, DEKU?!" The words fill the room, making me shake. The green haired kid drops to the ground, loosening himself from Bakugo's grip, trembling. I run in between the two before anything else can happen. "The Hell?! Get out of here! This is none of your business, bitch!" I stand strong. "He deserves it here, whether you like it or not! You might not like him, but he can stay alive! Let him have a future!" Bakugo drops his hands, his fists clenched, producing smoke. "Get out of here, before you get hurt, I don't want to hurt you." I fix my posture. "Hurt me if you want. Don't hurt him." Bakugo grunts loudly. "HE'S JUST A QUIRKLESS WANNABE, YOU GOT THAT?!" I feel the anger building up inside of me. "You don't know how it feels to be quirkless! It's one of the worst feelings in the world, especially in this world of heroes! You get ridiculed for everything and get bullied.. Stop talking about it.. you.." I'm starting to get choked up.
"You don't know what it's like, okay? You weren't me.. you weren't deku.." Bakugo stops clenching his fists and looks at me, as my eyes are glistening. Tears. He scoffs and walks back to his seat. Man, and I thought we might be friends. "Hey, are you okay?" I hear a small voice behind me. I look back. It's deku. I quickly wipe my eyes. "O-oh.. Yeah!! I'm perfectly fine, heh!" Deku turns his head, similar to when a dog is confused. "What did you mean by how Bakugo didn't know how it feels? Were you.. quirkless?" The word shatters me. I look at Deku, then my hands. I clench my fists so I don't accidentally leak colors. "Um.. that's private information. But I can assure you, I know how it feels.." Deku nods. He gets up and wipes himself off from the dirt that was on the floor. Iida looks for the teacher, who just so happened to be asleep in the hallway. Great.
The entire class time, Bakugo kept staring at me. Staring at me, in a sort of sentimental way. Like he was concerned for my mental health or something. It's kind of unsettling. The class period barely goes by, and I'm extremely relieved to hear the lunch bell. I grab my bento and head up to the roof. As I eat on the roof, I notice something. The clouds. They're beautiful. As I stare at the clouds, the bench that I'm sitting on shifts backwards, with a small grunt sound. I look next to me. "B-Bakugo?!" He looks over to me. "What, did you not expect me to sit here?" I'm flustered. "I'm not up for conversation right now.." It seems like he completely ignored me. "Why did you defend Deku?" I sigh. Of course this is what he wanted. I should have known. "I don't know, okay? I have a habit of jumping into things." Bakugo looks at me. "Don't do that. Mind your own business, Otaku." OTAKU? Seriously? I don't even read manga, let alone watch anime, I don't have time for TV. How could I be an otaku? "I'm not a otaku!" "Tch. Sure." This guy. He never knows when to leave a person alone. "What did you mean earlier? What were you talking about when you said I didn't know how it felt? You can't be quirkless, just this morning there was color coming out of your fingertips. What did you mean?" He seems calm. Kinda odd. "It's private business." I'm getting teary-eyed again. Dammit! Bakugo gives me that same look Deku did earlier, like a confused dog. "Are you.. crying?" I wipe my eyes, but the tears are already flowing. Dammit!! I can't lose myself here!! "N-NO!" He sighs. "Look, it's perfectly fine to cry. I just want to understand. I know it's not normal for me to act like this, and it's probably freaking you out, but I want to help. You can trust me if it's a secret." I sigh. Since when does he ever act like this? Are we.. hitting it off? Is this his form of an apology for earlier? "Well.. I got my quirk almost 6 years later than everyone else.. I know how it feels to be quirkless. It's a horrible feeling.. and.." I break down. It's really hard for me to talk about these things, especially after what happened back at my old school before I got my quirk. I'm bawling. At first, Bakugo just sits there, looking at me. Then he scoots in a little closer. "It's okay." He's talking silently. I grab onto him and cry onto his shoulder. He acts a little disgusted at first, but after a little, he's fine with it. He was petting my head and whispering things to help me calm down. Man, this guy should be a therapist.
{BAKUGO P.O.V}
I'm talking to this chick. I don't get it. How would she know what it feels like to be— oh. She's breaking down. Should I comfort her? I'll comfort her. I think of ways I've seen other people comfort crying girls. I tell her it's okay and I let her cry on me. I almost feel bad for her. I can't let her emotions get to me. I wonder if something happened in her past that triggered her to act like this. Whatever it is, I'm going to help. I think I like this girl.
{PRISM P.O.V}
After I'm done with my mental breakdown, Bakugo is being nice. NICE. Since when?! I don't get it! Earlier he was going off on me, and now he's petting my head, getting me to calm down from my breakdown. I might like him. Ok, I do like him. He's a softy on the inside. I'm going to keep this moment in my head for the rest of my life. My good moment is interrupted by Bakugo. "What made you cry? Is it because you got it late, or did something happen in the past?"