Bakugo

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I was now at home.  Sitting, thinking.  I couldn't think about much, other then shitty hair.  He was swirling through my mind.  What had I missed about Mina and Kirishima?  I felt my face heat up, and I covered my face with my left arm,  and breathed.  Now I was catching a cold?  What the fuck.  I went on my side, and clenched my bed sheet, as my phone rang.  I picked it up, and saw the ID.

SHITTY HAIR--

I put my phone down.  I overreacted, and I didn't want to face him after what I fucking did.  I shouldn't of run out, but I shouldn't of yelled and stormed out.  My mind just felt mad for some reason.  I sighed, and tried to fall asleep.  I couldn't.  Of. Fucking. Course.

--One week later--

I didn't get out much.  It was summer, and I didn't have to get out, so I refused.  I mostly ate and as my mom tried to get me out, but I refused.  When I finally tried to get out of the house, its was fucking freezing, but Kirishima was standing outside my house.  He looked worried, but he still had a smile.  That damned smile. 

"Bakugo...you're out."

I didn't say anything, just looked at him, with an apoligetic look, hoping he'd see I was sorry without me saying it. 

He cleared his throat, and pulled out something from behind his back, full of cards, "Bakugo I wanted you to be my--"

"Look, hair for brains, I'm fucking happy for you, but I can't come."

He was surprised, "A-Ah, why Bakugo?"

I looked down, and I felt my chest hurt, like it has been all week, "I....." I didn't know.  What was I suppose to say?  "Fucking..... happy early fucking wedding, shitty hair." I didn't want to look at him, already knowing he would have that damned same fake smile he's always having.  I walked past him and walked to school.

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