Glass || Bakugo x OC

8: How You Feel

"Wait, where'd the hot-headed jerk go?" I ask as I get up.

"I'm sure he just went to the bathroom or something." Shoto replies.

"Coincidently, I have to go to the bathroom too." I say. For some reason, I feel something wrong in the pit of my stomach. 'Did Bakugou leave because of me and Shoto?' It feels like there's a heavy rock on my chest. 'Why the heck do I care, anyways?' I think. 'Probably because I don't want him to leave because of me. I don't want it to be my fault. That's it, right?' I make my way through the halls until I see a familiar spike of ash-blond hair near the water fountain.

"Bakugou?" I call as I walk towards him.

He doesn't look at me for a second, but I can see his face. It wasn't his usual scowl; it held an unknown expression, but it made me feel tight in the chest.
"Are you okay?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I'm fine." He mutters.

"You don't seem fi-"

"I SAID I WAS FUCKING OKAY!" He shouts.
I stay silent and he looks at me with an angry scowl, but his eyes held a different emotion; Fear? Sadness? Frustration?

My voice seems to get caught in my throat and silence fills the space between us. "Bakugou..." My voice came out as a whisper. "You know, I once had a friend like you. His pride blinded him and he often snapped at the people he cared about. You remind me of him." I mutter.

His face shifts and now it's just sadness and frustration. He bangs his fist weakly on the wall. "I-I-I hate this! D-Deku, he was always behind me and h-h-" he stops to wipe his eyes. "he caught up. Do you know how it feels to have someone who's always been behind you suddenly catch up?! I feel like the loser! And that damn icy-hot bastard! He's so much better than me in so many ways! Not just combat-wise!" He frustratedly exclaims. "Why...why am I the one being left behi-!" He gets cut off by me hugging him. I don't know what came over me, but I felt it was appropriate to hug him.

"So that's how you really felt, huh?" I mumble as I inhale the scent of nitroglycerin. "You weren't just some arrogant asshole, you were just being misunderstood. By everyone- by me..." I trail off.

"I had a friend..." he mutters. "She was the only person who ever stood by me. S-She disappeared and everyone's sure she's dead." He mutters in a soft tone. "You remind me of her." He hugs back and I feel small water droplets land on my shoulder.

The lunch bell rings and we head back to join our class. He stays quiet and doesn't look at me. It probably hurt his pride to open up to me like that. We went into our respective changing rooms and changed back into our uniforms before heading to the cafeteria.

"Ooh, I saw you and Todoroki being pretty chummy today." Ochako giggles. "He even carried you bridal-style."

"I hurt my ankle. He insisted on helping me." I reply half heartedly. My mind was still with Bakugou.

"I'll see you later." I mumble before leaving the changing rooms and heading to the cafeteria. My stomach rumbles and I didn't even notice I was hungry until now.

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I kick open the door to the roof and see Bakugou already in "his" (but technically mine since I won the fight) spot.
I sit down next to him and dig into my spicy seafood soup.

Bakugou still looked pretty down and Kaminari told me that he didn't react to any of the boys in the changing room.
"Your story." Bakugou mumbles. "Can I hear it?"

"Oh..." I trail off.

"I want to know why you act like you've never been complimented in your life and hate society." He says quietly.