A horrific accident that left Kirishima without a mother and a voice at the young age of four was hard for him. While his school and home life weren't the best for him, it also wasn't a great place for the deaf boy in the back of class. What happen...
Let me say, having a disability has its' perks and down sides. On one side, you never get called on in class, which does help with my social anxiety. It does however, make bullying a lot more likely. The teachers are not the best when it comes to dealing with bullying, and when you're mute you can't exactly speak about how you feel; or speak at all. I really wish I could talk, maybe I would actually have friends.
So I'm just here, in the back of Fifth Period English, trying my best to hide behind my spiral notebook as I take notes on a new book we are starting called 'The Fault In Our Stars'. For as far as I've read (which is one chapter considering it's only the first day), it's about a girl who is fighting cancer and meets this other guy in a support group. Talk about a book I can relate to with my own disabilities. We have to read a new chapter in class every day and take notes on each chapter as we read. Then at the end of every week for five weeks, we go over our notes and the chapters we've read with a partner. For now, we only find a partner and go over our notes so far. Then, create an essay after we finish the book and read it in front of the class. So much for no social anxiety.
The teacher announced for us to look for a partner before going back to his computer work. I look around the classroom hoping to find someone who looks nice enough to work with. I spotted a green haired boy, who looked nice enough. Walking over to him, another boy already grabbed his hand and walked to the corner of the class, sitting down at a desk with the half haired boy. Looking around again, a pink haired girl catches my attention before being dragged away by a petite green haired girl.
Almost everyone else was already paired up and going over the first chapter. Looking around at the groups; the green haired boy and the other one with a sizable scar on his left eye in one corner, while a black haired boy and golden haired boy with a small black streak sit in the opposite corner of the room. A tall blue haired boy paired up with a small bubbly girl with short brown hair and pink cheeks sat in the center of the room. Another pairing included a girl with short violet hair and a girl with a long black ponytail, a strand hanging in front of her face.
Going back to my desk, I start doodling the two boys in the corner of the room in my notebook, deciding I'll ask the teacher to do the assignment by myself after class. The chatter around my desk doesn't go unnoticed, making me not able to focus. Finishing the sketch, I erase the extra lines adding a small red heart with my red ink pen. Adding a small note, I fold it up and stick it in my blazer pocket.
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The bell rings right on cue and everyone stands from their next class and rushes to lunch. Walking past the two boys, I tap the green one on the shoulder and wordlessly hand him the drawing from my pocket before he could walk away. "Thank you?" he says a bit confused as he grabs the paper from my hands gently. Opening it as he walks away, I see him blush, and then show the other boy before looking back at me. He gives me a small thumbs up before rushing off to lunch.
Smiling to myself, Mr. Yamada notices me still in the classroom. "Oh, Kirishima! I actually wanted to talk with you." he says, gesturing me over towards his desk. Grabbing my notebook I scribble down a quick 'What is it?' Showing him the note he starts to explain. "So I noticed you weren't working with another student in class." Again I write down a response. 'I was actually going to ask if I could do the assignment by myself. It's a pretty small class and everyone already has a partner.' He takes a moment before he talks again. "There is actually a student who didn't have a partner earlier this morning. I think you two would work well together. His name is Katsuki Bakugou and he is in my second period class. He has the same lunch as you.
'Does he already know about this?' I write down. "Not yet. He came in earlier with the same request as you; to work by himself. I told him if I didn't find someone else to work with him he could. It would be a lot better for the both of you to work together. He is waiting at lunch table 17. I told him I would find someone by lunch, so you might want to hurry off! See you tomorrow." he says as he ushers me out of the classroom.
Walking down the mostly empty halls to the lunchroom, I can only imagine what this boy is like and why he doesn't have a partner. Is it because of his personality, or was it simply because there was an uneven amount of people in the class? Walking to the lunchroom, I take out the paper bag from my backpack and carry it to table 17. I'm met with an unexpected sight.
It's a blonde boy, about the same height as me with a pair of red eyes, like rubies. Not only did he look kind of cute at first glance, he had two black hearing aids in his ears. "Are you just gonna stare or what?" he says, his voice a lot deeper than I expected. Sitting down at the table across from him, I write down a note in my book. 'I'm your partner from Mr. Yamada's class.' Giving the paper a quick glance he looks back up at me. "Do you always write stuff in your notebook or do you actually speak?"
---------------12 YEARS AGO----------------
"Basically, you won't be able to speak." My dad said, as I sat in the little hospital bed in the children's hospital. I began to open my mouth, to try to talk, but I couldn't. I let tears fall freely down my face trying so hard to sob, to make a sound, to tell him that I could speak; but I couldn't. I hadn't even learned how to speak well enough to make complete sense to anyone and now I never could. I could never tell anyone that I was sorry or that I loved them or that everything would be okay. I wanted so badly to rip the bandages off of my neck, to reveal the dark red scar across my neck. I tried to claw at my neck until at least a small word came out, no matter how bad it hurt. But I couldn't. So I sat there and sobbed the whole night. Quietly. Nobody heard.
Touching my concealer and foundation covered neck, I write down another note.
'No I can't speak. I'm Mute.'
A/N Hopefully this chapter was a good one! I tried to come up with something that I haven't seen. I didn't want to make Bakugou in the same class so the school schedules would be realistic and feel more like real life. If you liked this story, votes and comments are a good way to let me know! Thanks you for reading! I love you all!
