Pikachu

2

~Kaminari's Pov~

"Pikachu hurry up! Mr. Aizawa told me to come get you." Bakugou shouted I internally groaned. I was so close. I turned around sheepishly.

"I'm coming! I was just.. Admiring the lockers??" I said in more of a questioning tone. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at me and I smiled awkwardly. I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest and I felt heat rising to my cheeks.

"Yeah-huh, just hurry up and get changed so we can go, Mr. Aizawa paired us up together." Bakugou said with a smirk that made my heart beat faster for no reason, well their was probably a reason, he was gonna beat the shit out of me. I nodded.

"But uhm, can you like, turn around so you can't see me? I'm s-self conscious.." I sheepishly said as I tilted my head away from his face at the very interesting row of lockers beside me. Bakugou scoffed but complied and turned around. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped on the gym uniform I thanked whatever higher power existed that my cuts didn't open and bleed through the bandages. I finished changing and told Bakugou he could turn around. He looked at my bandages and I chuckled awkwardly.

"Uh- they're a fashion statement, yup it's all the shit in London." I lied terribly but he seemed not to notice or didn't care and we left the locker room.

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"All right everyone get into your positions and begin!"

I balled up my fists infront of me and got ready for Bakugou to beat the crap outta me. He came at me with his fists and i managed to dodge just barely only to dodge another one, almost getting hit in the face. We kept at this for a while and I began to get sloppy and eventually he started landing punches for about 2 minutes before Mr. Aizawa told everyone that practice is over and that we should eventually have critiques sent in and that would be a whole other lesson, to be honest I wasn't really paying attention because my body was on fire. I just wanted to go back to the dorms and cry myself to sleep. We were all dismissed and I decided to just walk in the very back of all of my classmates, well not entirely, I just felt very 'whoozy' and floaty.

I looked down at my arms that felt like they were on fire and saw that blood was bleeding through my bandages.

"Oh that's noice.." I chuckled and bumped into a very broad chest, but being very groggy and floaty I deflected myself off that son of a bitch and crashed into the floor and passed out.

Fun.

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I woke up in my room on my very uncomfortable mattress that my parental guardians bought for my dorm. I huffed and remembered what had happened before I woke up and looked at my arms.

They were bandaged back up with new bandages. I sat up and looked around and saw Bakugou sitting at the end of my bed staring at me with no expression. My eyes widened and my heart picked up on pace.

How long was he sitting there? Was he that person i ran into the hall before I passed out? Did he bring me here? Did he change my bandages? A million thoughts raced through my mind and my chest felt tighter with every thought.

"Kaminari." Bakugou snapped me out of my down-ward spiral of awful thoughts by saying my real name and not some nickname. I chuckled nervously.

"Why?" He asked me with furrowed brows and a serious expression. My jaw locked automatically and I couldn't respond. I was always like this, when people asked me why, I would instantly shut my mouth cause I was trained to do it, like a dog and pretended everything was fine and smiled after.

Which is what I did with Bakugou.

"What are you talking about? Im fine Bakugou, those were.. From training a few days ago, yep a lot of glass." I lied easily with a small smile. Though it didn't seem to do anything to make him believe me. He just stared at me with a bitch face and elaborated.

"Why are their cuts on your arms, and the sides of your stomach? And don't give me some bullshit awnser Denki, Just tell me the fucking truth." Bakugou glared at me while I subconsiously crossed my arms over my stomach and gripped the sides of my stomach. I inhaled deeply and felt my lip quiver.

"W-why do you care? It's not like it affects y-your life." I said pathetically Bakugou sighed and got off of my bed and went over to my side and started to role up his sleeves and then pulled off my blanket and lifted up my shirt so he could see my scar covered stomach. I could see his expression change to a sad one for a split second before it switched back. I squeaked and was about to yell at him before he spoke first.

"That's where I punched you right?" He said pointing at a a purple bruise on the right side of my stomach. I nodded, remembering since that's where he landed his first punch. I nodded, in the dark about where this was going.

He sighs and lifts up his shirt to show his stomach with a forming six pack and soulmate marks on the sides of his stomach and on the right side, a brand new bright yellow soulmate mark.

"Holy shit.." I leaned in to look at the mark and traced it with my fingers before Bakugou shivered and pulled his shirt down quickly. He cleared his throat.

"So comes back to my question, Why is my soulmate hurting himself?"

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Haha! Another chapter  xD

sorry i haven't posted TnT