Dear, BAKA-gou (BNHA AU) (DISCONTINUED)

2 - Anger

Middle school for Bakugou was, and has always been, a nightmare. Every morning, the ever-looming fear of getting disowned by the class has been a fear for the poor teen. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he has wanted to, he simply cannot be seen as a 'mentally-sound', 'normal', even goddamn 'human'; they treat him as though he is an alien, disabled creature.

Of course, this was all Izuku's doing.

Over the years, Izuku's made friends, kept them, built them up, even broken a few, and told them about all those tiny mistakes that Bakugou thought were below him when he was nine years old. He over exaggerated every single, tiny detail until they were dripping wet with drama.

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMN YOU!" Bakugou punched the mirror in his bedroom harshly. Dawn's light mearely touched the room, and the mirror he was getting changed next to had been completely smashed. It was Monday morning, one of the worst times for this boy, and memories came washing over his mind and overthrew his emotions and rationality.

Gripping his cut and bleeding hand, he cursed, and looked at the reflective mess in front of him. Shit! Mom's going to kill me!

And, right on cue, Mitsuki entered and threw the door right open, "What's the racke--" She looked over the scene with - almost - shocked eyes. She carefully stepped over the broken glass in her brand new slippers, and gripped her son' s hand. Bakugou held his breath, waiting to be crudely insulted and verbally abused.

Yet, the only emotion her received due to his actions was deep regret and a mocking sort of disappointment. Mitsuki examined the boy’s fist and denied him eye contact, "What happened?"

Disappointed as well, Bakugou meakly responded in his gruff voice, "I... Got angry... I broke the mirror..." A moment of silence insued, and his mother hardly moved. She gently wrapped her hand over his.

"What... did you get angry about?" she sighed heavily, still averting her eyes.

"..." Bakugou didn't understand how to put his thoughts into words.

Ever since he was a kid, he'd been struggling with behaviour issues. Autism, the doctors said. Bipolar, the therapists demanded. BPD and ADHD, the enraged parents screamed. However, his mother never listened. She was too proud to admit that fact that her son was...

Broken.

She wondered whether it was something that happened in his brain when he was born, or whether it was something that happened when he was growing up.

Yet, she never had the courage to blame herself or others, thinking and faking concussions or brain injuries that may give other children sympathy towards the boy.

One day, she was finally given the opportunity to take him to a psychotherapist for children. They introduced him to ways of taking his anger out, and ways to express his emotions.

It didn't help him when he was older though.

"Look," Mitsuki sighed, "Is it a thing that happened? A person? Yourself?" She took a deep pause, "... Me?"

Bakugou shook his head, "A person..." He took a deep breath and held it there, "... Izuku."

His mother sighed heavier. A longer, depressing silence sifted and stopped their conversation, "... Go wash that blood off--" She let go of the hand and began to walk away to the doorframe.

"Mom..." Bakugou sighed.

"Take the glass out with the tweezers--" She talked over him, avoiding eye contact and dismissing him.

"Mother." Bakugou spoke more firmly.

"Bandages are in--" She spoke calmly still, yet her posture was starting to crack.

"Mom!" Bakugou finally shouted. However, he wasn't ready for the whiplash afterwards.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Mitsuki shouted louder. She lifted her head to show her red face and teary eyes. She was crying, "You continue to blame that boy! For what?! Existing? Do you realise that he comes here every week to ask how you're doing?! Do you just make up these stories of abuse to frame him?! What have you got against him?! You are the reason he is partially deaf - you and that outburst of yours! Remember?

"You were so young. I thought your quirk had just gone out of control, yet you just decided to pick a fight, for no reason! Izuku went almost completely deaf in one ear from that explosion! Guess who had to pay for everything?! Guess who had to suffer after that!? We're still in debt due to your actions! Now you go around breaking everything! What do you want me to do...? I... I can't..."

Mitsuki started to sound weak, so she covered her face and began to walk off.

Bakugou was just left, shell shocked.

Mom...
That was all...
My fault?!?!...

Bakugou wanted to go crazy, yet, after the words of the only person that put up with him for so long cutting him so deep, the only thing he could do was follow the orders given to him.

Before long, it was time to go to school, and Bakugou had heard nothing from his mother all that morning, yet he had cleaned himself and his room up nicely. He looked in the bathroom mirror this time, and saw the deep grey under his eyes. He rubbed them, and fixed his composure.

Tough, strong. Have to be strong for mom... For myself.

Slowly, hesitantly and painfully, Bakugou left the door to the house, and began walking to his middle school.

YO OK SO LIKE BASICALLY I HOPE I PROTRAYED A MENTAL BREAKDOWN GOOD-ish. THANKS FOR READING! YEEEEEEEE