The Outlet (Depressed/Suicidal/Abused Bakugou)

Chapter 4: Who

Bakugou did not want to get up the next morning. He knows what he will be walking into when he gets to class. All of his pesky, do-good classmates will just bother him non-stop. There will probably be attempts to touch him again, too. Bakugou sighs and heaves himself into a sitting position on the floor, where he had fallen asleep. He twists his head and rubs the back of his neck angrily, feeling stiff from his abnormal sleeping position and the obnoxious, sharp pain in his side.

The blonde stands up slowly, picking himself up off of the floor, and slouches towards the bathroom. He stands in front of his sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He pulls himself up, forcing his body into his typical confident posture. Bakugou pushes away the feelings of sadness, fear, and nervousness that are inside of him, pressing them down into the carefully sculpted cage inside of him, and only allows himself to feel anger. His face melds into a scowl, brows drawn down and lips in a smirk.

Bakugou gets ready quickly once his countenance has been established, brushing his teeth, hair, and dressing. He soon finds himself standing in front of his door, glaring at the handle and not allowing any of the tendrils of nervousness and fear escaping his cage to take hold of him as he contemplates where the simple handle will lead him.

Into the lion's den that is his classmates.

He reaches out carefully and grasps the doorknob. Bakugou takes a deep breath and turns it cautiously, stepping into the hallway with the mask of confidence that people assume of him. He stops in his tracks, hand stuck to the doorknob and eyes wide, when his eyes land on a red head of hair sitting to his left outside his door.

"Shitty Hair?" Bakugou questions quietly, mouth dry.

The red haired boy looks up and smiles brightly, though Bakugou can see the solemn look in his eyes. Kirishima stands, brushing himself off, and says, "Hey, Bakubro! Ready for class?"

Bakugou squints as he takes in the dark bags under Kirishima's eyes, but he does not mention them, choosing instead to ignore the situation and act like everything is normal.

But it isn't.

"Yeah, Hair for Brains, let's fucking go already," Bakugou replies, rolling his eyes.

The two walk down the hallway next to each other and make their way to the kitchen. The only people there are Tokoyami and Shoji. That is perfect for Bakugou. Those two never do much. They mind their own business unlike the other extras. Bakugou quickly makes some scrambled eggs and rice for himself, eating quickly as Kirishima scarfs down some cereal. Seemingly as soon as they arrived, before anybody else could intrude, the two set off for class.

The walk to class seems... off for Bakugou. He and Kirishima are doing almost the same as usual, Kirishima jabbering about whatever he wants while Bakugou listens, scoffs, and calls someone out every once in a while. However, Bakugou realizes, Kirishima should have put his arm over his shoulder by then. He always does it. It's natural at this point, so why?

Why does he stop himself?

The pair soon reaches their destination, the classroom, and Bakugou storms inside confidently, head held high, as Kirishima follows with his smile still bright. There is nearly nobody in the room—only Hagakure, Aoyama, Ojiro, Tsuyu, and Jiro—so Bakugou stalks over to his seat, plopping down and resting his head on his arms, looking out the window with a glare. He can feel his classmates' eyes on the back of his head. Kirishima has gone went quiet. Bakugou doesn't want to know the expression the other boy is making right now, so he decides to rest his eyes for a while.

The rest of the students trickles in, the blonde boy now asleep at his desk. Kirishima sits in his own seat, eyes downcast and no longer attempting to hold the smile on his face. Ashido walks into the room, followed by Sero and Kaminari, and glances around the room, her eyes pausing on Bakugou before moving to Kirishima. She sighs and walks to the redhead. "Hey, Kirishima," she whispers so as to not wake Bakugou. Her eyes are kind as they meet Kirishima's. "You doing alright?"