Howling Hell (kiribaku)

Welcome, assholes.

This will probably eternally be in Bakugou's POV, because i can't be "n i c e."

Just a helpful tip: the first couple of chapters are kinda shitty since I just wanted to get it done with, so sorry about that

I'll fix it later (she says)

Edit: aight, I've come to make this chapter a hell of a lot better. I know I can be a lot better at writing, so prepare for me actually trying.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shouted, standing in the doorway of my room. No wonder she wasn't anywhere to be seen downstairs. She could've been at work for all I care, though.

This isn't happening. My mom was sitting there, in my room, going through all of my shit. She whirled around, surprised I was back from shopping so early. Smoke rose from my palms as I flattened my ears and growled at her. Damn old hag, what does she want?!

"I wanted to know why you were being so secretive all of a sudden. Not talking much, locking yourself in your room. It's worrying." She replied, standing up tall. She put one hand on her hip, looking me up and down. "Also. Don't yell at your mother."

"Shitty Deku and his friends. Also, I don't care." I marched past her, laying down on my bed. The old hag hung around for a moment longer, examining me. I shot her a glare, that was returned. She sighed, beginning to walk out of the room. She stopped just out of the doorway, not even looking back at me.

"The meeting is tomorrow, that's why they're here. And next year we go to the other pack across the way." Mitsuki announced before walking downstairs.

Great. AND I have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn just to be "professional." A sigh escaped my lips, and I stared at the ceiling. One arm under my head, and the other across my stomach. My thoughts wandered, tuning out whatever my parents were talking about in the living room below.

I grabbed my phone after it dinged, and opened up the group chat.

(Pinky- Mina

Tape arms- Sero

Pikachu- Kaminari

Shitty hair- Kirishima)

Pinky: yo guys

Pinky: raid @ 8

Tape arms: im down

-Me: fuck ya

Pikachu:  ill bring snacks

Shitty hair: we cant stay too long

Shitty hair: the meetings tmrrw

Pinky: dude

Pinky: were always late anyway

Pikachu: yeah

Pikachu: they wont care

Tape arms: we have 30 mins, get ready

-Me: i was ready when i was born

Shitty hair: cya guys

Clicking my tongue, I grabbed my bookbag and shoved some clothes in it. Knowing Pinky, we'll be sleeping at her place since her parents are never home. And if they are, they're drunk. It works out great for when we want somewhere to hide for the night. The backup being Shitty Hair's house, but it isn't nearly as big.

"I'M GOING AGAIN." I yelled as I made my way downstairs and to the front door.

"HAVE FUN, BRAT." Was all I heard before slamming the door behind me.

I pulled my phone out once more, seeing I had ten minutes to walk to the usual meeting place. Plugging my earbuds in I listened to music while my subconscious lead the way for me. I hummed along to the lyrics, watching the houses pass by as I walked. The few clouds in the sky, the Sun still far from setting. The summer wind blew in my face, and I brushed some of my hair out of my eyes. When I got there, only Shitty Hair was waiting.  He smiled at me, then waved. I nodded my head in response. Not long after, the other three came parading along. God, can they be any louder? I bet the whole damn street can hear them!