'Cause I'm Bakugo

Chap. 2

Oh shit. Here he was standing in the middle of a random store, All Might figure in hand, feeling like he was about to explode the whole building into tiny pieces.
Of fucking course that loser would be here. He probably knew about the All Might figure before the blonde himself. This was just... great...

This "loser" was none other than Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo's childhood "friend". He haven't seen him for mouths, and here he was, looking... better? Muscles in every inch of him and a smile playing on his lips. He was wearing the school uniform of the hero school, UA. The school Bakugo always wanted to attend.
Midoriya took a step towards the ash blonde and said; "Kacchan? Is that really you?" A growl was heard from the red eyed male, as he looked over his shoulder. Of course it was him, was that nerd blind or something?

Bakugo didn't answer the green haired. Why should he? He had nothing to say to the boy. How dare he look that good, after all that has happened. Wait... what?

"How have you been?" Midoriya asked. Bakugo moved his foot to take a step towards the exit. He didn't want this conversation, at all. The green haired kid stood and waited a little but he was never answered. "I have send you a few messages..." silence. Midoriya sighed, while closing his eyes. "Well... it was nice seeing you again, Kacchan" He walked past Bakugo, but stopped just before passing him. "See you around?" A tsk sound came from the blondie.

"Like hell we will" Bakugo said as he turned around, storming away. He walked over to the salesman, brought the figure and walked out of the store. He didn't want to be any part of the scheme that... that... Deku was doing. How dare he. Trying to be nice to him. Bakugo started to walk away.

How dare he...

He...

He...

Be nice to him...

The blonde sat the figure on the shelf in his closet, where all the others stood. As a collector, he dosen't dare let his figures get any bit of sunlight. What if they got bleached? That is a no go.

Bakugo looked at his watch. It was only 12:18 AM. There was still more sunlight left. What should they be spend on? Bakugo walked over to his mirror and looked at himself. He closed his eyes as he sighed. A few seconds went by. There was this feeling inside of him, he didn't like. His hands started to close and open. Foot tapping on the floor. His whole body started to shake.

He grapped his jacket and went to the city again. Ain't gonna deal with this.

A musician was making beats on the street as Bakugo was passing by. He didn't look much older than the blonde himself. However, he looked... dirty? As if, it has been quite a long time since he had been washed. Probably homeless. His black hair was sticking to his face, and his shirt was smudged in some... thing. Bakugo shock his head. He didn't want to know.

The only thing there were giving the boy the 'real' street look, was his pants and the cap. His pants was hanging around his hips and there were a lot of holes in his pants. The cap through. It was turned around with the shadow behind, but... something was off with it. Like he has seen it before. Way back.

Bakugo walked over to the boy, found some coins and put them in the bucket in the front of the kid. His eyes glommed with happiness, and by the looks of it... not many supported this young artist. A shame through.

With a nod, the blonde turned around to walk away. However a man ran into Bakugo, almost knocking him over. As Bakugo was trying to steady himself, the man towered over him with this annoyed look.

"Don't you kids have something better to do, than disturb people who are working!?" The man almost had one of his hands in the blonde's face. Oh no. "Don't you know who I am!?" The man were below average hight and had a business suit on, there were too big on him. Like he wanted it to make him look bigger. He also had this purple hair there were sticking to his face. Some people use too much hair wax. The homeless kid's hair looked better than that.