Have you Ever?

Have you ever have someone wish you died?

It was early the next morning, the birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming. On days like these Bakugou felt like he was in hell. (points if you get the reference) It was another day of UA, the school he'd gone to for an entire year for now. Getting up from his bed, Bakugou pulled out his uniform and prepared to get dressed.

"Waah! It's hot today!" Ashido whined, walking next to her 'boys' on their way to class. Sero wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. "Heey! You're making me hotter!" Ashido complained, trying to pull away. Sero just snickered.

"Fucking weirdos." Bakugou scoffed, standing on the very end of their little line. He didn't quite like being so close to everyone now.

"Eeh? How are we weird, you literally have started avoiding us ever since you found out Uraraka was sucking someone else's dick." Kaminari muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Don't talk about that bitch." Bakugou remarked quietly. He didn't want to hear another word about her.

Arriving earlier than they normally do, the group walked into class. All of them stopped in their tracks upon seeing what they did, Bakugou was especially surprised.

"Something looks off about your desk, bro." Sero commented, taking his arm off of Ashido's shoulder and putting it to his side.

Bakugou took a step into the room, slowly walking up to his desk. There he saw about fifteen flowers laying freshly picked out of the dirt on his desk. They couldn't have, wouldn't have, nobody would do that right?

Nobody would wish Bakugou was dead, he was standing right there so it wasn't a memorial to his death at all.

Somebody wished, no, multiple people wished he was dead. Bakugou smirked, he started laughing. His smile started to gleam in the morning light breaking through the window.

"Alright! That was funny! Come out now." Bakugou called into the empty classroom, besides his friends still in the doorway, shocked. "Come out.." He said a bit more seriously.

"Oh Baku.." Ashido whispered, stepping into the classroom. Her bag slid off her shoulder and dropped to the wooden floor as she hugged Bakugou. The three boys came over and did the same.

It was just then that Bakugou realized that it wasn't a joke at all. It was serious. Breaking away violently from the hug, Bakugou wiped the flowers off of his desk, under it was something worse.

'Worthless'

'Nothing'

'Bitch'

'Evil'

'You'll never be a hero'

'No wonder you didn't get a license'

'Disgusting'

'Bully'

'You've harassed people for years!'

'Cruel'

'Do you have any remorse?'

It continued, and continued, all in circles on his desk. A small drip of black paint spilled out from the inside. Just then, they all realized that someone had poured paint all over Bakugou's school supplies as well, his chair, everything was drenched.

"Why..would anyone do this?" Ashido tearfully muttered, trying not to cry. She really did care about Bakugou. Her pink skin was getting paler as she stared blankly at the graffiti.

"What kind of asshole? Who would do this in our class!" Kaminari scoffed, his expression more angry than anything.

"So not manly." Kirishima added, shaking his head in disbelief. Sero was simply speechless, his hand resting on Bakugou's back, comforting him slightly.

"Kat, Kat, are you okay?" Ashido turned to face him, her black eyes frowning. A giggle erupted from Bakugou's drying throat.

"Hah...Hah..I never really understood how it felt until now." Bakugou choked up, you could almost hear the tears. "I never knew what it felt like to be bullied. I guess this is a taste of my own medicine, huh?" Bakugou cried.

"Katsuki Bakugou you listen to me, nobody deserves this! Not even you, I don't care what you did before this isn't to be debated on! You..you don't need this." Ashido yelled, jabbing a hand in the direction of his desk.

Sero mindlessly patted the poor boy's back, still speechless.

That's when the bell rang for class to start. Bakugou wiped his eyes and stood next to his desk, his friends all saluted him and squirmed off to their seats.

Everyone rolled into the classroom, none of them smirking or glaring in Bakugou's direction. It was almost like none of them did it. But one did. Aizawa was here early, he walked in last.

"Bakugou, sit down." Aizawa plainly said, glancing in Bakugou's direction. "Are you listening?" He asked, bored.

"I can't" Bakugou muttered.

"What do you mean?" Aizawa asked.

"There's paint on my seat.." Bakugou explained, glaring at his chair. The paint was just about fresh as well, it didn't smell like paint though.

With a sigh, Aizawa held up the class and walked over to Bakugou's desk. Somehow he didn't notice it already but his entire area looked toxic. The class snickered besides a few.

"I need to go call someone, don't go making a wreck out of things." Aizawa announced, going to step out of the classroom. In the meantime, everybody surrounded Bakugou.

"Kacchan what happened?"

"Wow, what kind of jerk did this?"

"Karma always bites back."

"I'm deeply sorry."

"This sort of conduct shouldn't be allowed at all! Who did this?"

All their words just mixed together, Bakugou couldn't hear anything anymore. But he did see, he saw that Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Hakagure were all chatting in the corner. They talked like this didn't matter. Then he noticed something about the writing on his desk.

It was all separate handwriting.

(For the sentence above with * on the end, basically in japan when a flower or flowers are placed on your desk its a memorial to your death, or that person wishes you were dead)

(thats all i gotta say for now!)