A collapsing star

Chapter 17

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Bakugo POV

A couple of minutes ago my fucking alarm woke me up like it usually does. I groaned as I hit the stop button to the alarm clock. I put my arms over my face in an attempt to prevent the light shining through my curtains from hitting me in the face. Annoyed, I threw the covers away and faltered over to my phone before I put it down again to charge.

Now I'm brushing my teeth in the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I feel my stomach rumble a little, but I ignore it. I haven't been downstairs to eat yet because I'm pretty sure Mr. Nakamura is sitting in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee. And I'm honestly a bit scared. But who wouldn't be scared to face a bitch like him. He definitely looks like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. His hair is dark and spiky, almost like mine, just a little softer. His eyes has a dark green color, almost like Deku's, just a little more stern and harsh looking. He has a tall figure but his body is still strong and obviously muscular. He is often wearing some type of suit, even if he's just gonna stay home all day doing nothing. The first expression people I assume people get is that he's a hard working man who's goal is to keep being successful, but at the same time going to parties getting drunk an hook up with whoever's down for a round. His sly personality can fool anyone into believing he's a good boy, which he's obviously not. And the facial expressions he makes when he's feeling angry or if he's trying to be dominate, is fucking terrifying. Only thinking about his fucked up face and shooting glares makes me wanna punch his fucking face, but I would never dare to do that.

There's one thing that has been worrying me slightly, and that is the fact that he hasn't tried to do anything out of the ordinary since he got here two days ago. I mean, I'm extremely happy that he hasn't, I'm just afraid he's planing something...it's exhausting to be forced to have your guard up all the time. But I guess I got used to that about five years ago. I've always been forced to walk on eggshells whenever I'm around father or Deku, but Deku isn't exactly a problem anymore...

I look into the mirror one last time before I walk out of the bathroom. I fix my uniform so that it looks okay in the mirror hanging over my desk. I let out a shaky breath as I stare into my own reflection.

I close my eyes. "Just don't let him know you're scared...then you'll be fine." I say out loud as I put on my typical: 'I'm just mad because I fucking can', face or whatever people call it.

I grab my bag by the bedroom door before stomping down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Today is the first day i'll be attending to school since Mr. Nakamura arrived. I'm relieved that I get to go to school today, because I'd rather have to be judged at school than being at home alone another day with that bastard. I'm scared he might get any bad ideas if I stay any longer that I have to.

I drop my bag down onto the floor and it lands with a thud. I can feel his eyes on me as I hear I'm slurps his drink. Without looking at him, I walk up to the fridge and open it up. I reach out and grab a plastic box witch contains my lunch for today, but i'll most likely just throw away or give it to Shitty-hair. As I close the fridge I can feel warm air hit my nape. Confused, I turn around and I'm met by dark green eyes staring into my ruby ones. Since he's a bit taller than me I have to look up to meet his eyes. He smirks.

'Gross'

I clear my throat. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep, or did you get up early just to get in my way?" I say with a sassy tone as I cross my arms, slightly annoyed that his body is this close to mine. I don't think he liked the way I said that. His smirk turns into a blank expression, making my heart race a bit. He puts his hand right next to my head while he moves his face slightly closer to mine. Then he opens his mouth to talk.

"Oh, a little feisty now aren't we?-" he say licking his lips with a small grin plastered on his face. "-You know, even though you're older and probably stronger than last time I saw you, doesn't mean you're less of a target." He says, completely ignoring my question. I feel myself regretting what I just said as I feel a bit less confident. I can feel he's trying to show dominance over me by making himself look bigger than me.

"Do you even remember what power I have over you? Hm? How I made you shake in fear, or how I made your body feel? I'm going to show you that I'm better than you, and that you're nothing but something I can play with. You're mine, and nothing in this fucking world is going to stop me from breaking you till you're unable to go a second without my dick inside one of your holes. I'll go as far as killing to have you. SO KNOW YOUR DAMN PLACE, FUCKING BRAT!" He practically screams at me. His body is dangerously close to mine and I feel my hands beginning to shake. "And don't think just because I've been letting you rest for the past two days that I won't make up for the time I spent away from you." And with that, he walks away, leaving me speechless, scared and shocked with my back had pressed up against the metal fridge.

I accidentally dropped the container I was holding onto the floor, but instead of picking it up, my legs give out and by back glides down the metal fridge till my butt hits the floor. I feel my lip start to tremble and my legs begin to shake. I lower my head and rest my arms on my knees. My hair falls down in my eyes as my shoulders start to shake.

"FuCk..!" I whisper through my teeth. "I'm so fucked..."

Todoroki  POV

I walk into class with an annoyed expression lying on my face. I'm usually at school earlier than many of my other classmates because I like the silence before class starts, but today was a little different as I walked into the classroom almost being the last one. There's still a couple of minutes till class starts, so I take my time over to my seat not caring to say hi to the people greeting me. As I walk I notice a certain blonde isn't sitting by his desk that's seated behind mine. He hasn't been at school the past two days, and I'm starting to feel a bit worried. And I feel myself missing his death glares, loud outbursts, and rude, but funny, comments. I'm probably the only one finding it kind of charming.

I put my bag down beside my desk before sitting down, keeping my annoyed face expression on. You see, Endeavour was nagging about me giving up his dreams again, and that I am going to regret not listening to him decide what my own future should be like. So basically the usual, he was just being extra annoying this morning.

By the time I was done spacing out, the bell had already rang and everyone was sitting in their seats ready to take notes, with Mr. Aizawa up at the board writing stuff down. I looked around wondering how this happened, but soon just playing it off like I knew what we were doing. I reached down to my bag on the floor, and got surprised when I saw Bakugo in the corner of my eye. I turned around giving him a weak smile, but soon noticed he was in a whole other word spacing out while looking out the window, like I was just a few minutes ago.

Turning around to face the board again, I begin thinking about how his eyes we're unusually puffy and red, the bags under his dull lifeless eyes, how his uniform looked wrinkled and undone, and the way his hair looked messier than usually. He looked really sad...or maybe his expression was more scared or pained...? I don't know exactly what that look was, but I know one thing for sure;

'We definitely need to talk, Katsuki Bakugo'

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