Don't Be So Weak, Monoma

Why...

Why...

Why the hell did it have to be them?

Why can't they just let us do it ourselves?

I watch as the 1A students, along with most of the teachers, charge toward, practically shoving my classmates out of the way as if to say "we got this".

I just stand there, clutching my hands, as tears of frustration and pain leak from my eyes. 

Then there's my classmates, staring at them, relief in their eyes, as if to thank them...

What the hell...don't they get it? 

What the hell...

Bakugou launches a large blast, causing some of the villains to cower and retreat, while the other's are no where to be seen.

Does class 1A have that much impact...

Just to be able to...

To...

6 minute time skip:

"Is everyone okay?" Vlad says. 

"Obviously not..." Kuroiro replies.

"Yeah...Yanagi's hurt pretty bad..." Shishida says. 

In the near distance, the sound of sirens comes closer.

"-ma" 

I pay no attention to the hot blood running down my hands, dripping off my finger tips. Paying no mind to the pain. All I can think of...is that...we lost to 1A again. We lost...again. 

"-noma,"

Are we really that weak? What the hell...

Why are they...so...heroic..?

"Monoma!"

I snap out of my thoughts and look at Kendo. 

"Your...hands-" She begins. 

Looking down, I can see the small pools of blood my hands were creating on the ground.

I swiftly shove my hands back into my pockets, it seems Kendo only noticed. Suddenly my chest feels so bare...

Shit...I'm not wearing my binder.

My hands spring up to my chest and I cover it up.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder I glance over to see Tetsu offering me his jacket. I except it. 

Apparently Tetsutetsu was more prepared than anyone, he even got himself a water bottle and a freaking jacket...like what the hell.

Another couple minute time skip:

Unfortunately for us class B students, since our dorms...are destroyed, along with everything else, it's literally 3 in the morning, so we're gonna have to stay with the 1A kids and share a room with each of them. Do I know who I have to share the room with? No, not yet. The teachers want us to settle down before they assign rooms.

Iida from class A, opens the door allows all the others enter before him. What a gentleman, one of the very few people in class A that I respect. When half the crowd of students enters, that leaves me with Bakugou, I expect for him to shove past me, but instead he waits for me to enter.

I enter hesitantly, and Bakugou even allows Iida to enter before him. 

Jeez...he's...really changed since the very beginning.

I remove my hands from my pockets, I shouldn't hide such horrid wounds.

Yes, the nurses and doctors checked on us, except they didn't pay any attention to my hands, 'cause I had them in my pockets, guess that didn't mean much to them. And since I'm wearing black pants, you can't really see the blood.

Temporary assignments:

We're "calm enough" to get assigned rooms now.

I really don't wanna have a roommate, if you've not noticed. I wanna curl up, hoping this is just a dream.

I hadn't realized how dehydrated I was...I'd not eaten since day before yesterday, and my binder...is all gone...

Pulling out my phone to check the time, then realize it's no longer at 1%, but dead. My eyes shift to my bloody, cut up, burnt and blistered hand, and I jerk it back into my pocket.

"...and Monoma, you're with Bakugou." Vlad's voice cuts into my thoughts, and I look at him. 

"Come again?" I say.

"You're with Bakugou until we get the 1B dorms rebuilt."

My eyes flick to Bakugou, who appears not to be bothered, but rather calm, examining his nails. Pfft, that's kinda cute- NO