Beaten And Broken {Todobakudeku}

9

Bakugou pov

I woke up to Shoto and Izuku cuddling the shit out of me. I don't know wether to be offended or happy about it.
I feel happy about it, but when do my feelings ever help me? They've gotten me into a shit-ton of trouble before.
I shake them both gently to wake them up. They do eventually and we all get ready.
Once we're done getting ready, we head to the school.
We walk into the class, me still on limp because I'm fucking broke as hell.
I walk in and notice I have a pillow on my normal seat. And there's a note on my desk.

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Bakugou,
I know you're situation and pain in seating. I got you a pillow so you wouldn't have to sit on Todoroki's lap. I hope it works better than that stiff chair.
Aizawa
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Hah, old man isn't so bad.
I sit on the pillow and feel slight relief that I'm not on a hard chair or a hard Todoroki.
The caterpillar comes in and the entire class sits down.
I hear half of them complain that I have a pillow to sit on and they don't. But Aizawa tells them to shut up.
He's still a depressing pile of man garbage but he's better than most of the other teachers and he got me a pillow to sit on so as far as I'm concerned, he's fine.
We were "learning" about reactions to certain things once or if we become heros.
Ever so slowly, the class goes by and the bell rings to go to lunch.
I sit with Shoto and Izuku like normal.
"Why the fuck was that class so fucking boring?" I ask.
"It wasn't that bad Katsuki." Izuku counters.
"It was pretty boring Izuku." Shoto says.
"Listen to him." I say as I fill my mouth with rice.
We finish lunch and the rest of the day then head to the dorms.
Once there, we take time to actually unpack and set up our rooms.
Mine is a basic one. A bed, enough clothes. A desk and a chair. Really what a dorm looks like before anyone has actually moved in.
I finish and head to Izuku's room. His was in between mine and Shoto's.
I knock on the door and it opens almost immediately.
"Are you done unpacking?" I ask him.
"Yeah, I was going to check on you guys just now." He tells me.
"Okay then let's go to Shoto's." I tell him.
He nods and we head in there.
We walk in to find him staring at a book.
"What's that Sho?" Izuku asks.
"Oh, it's just an old year book. It was my first year of preschool." He says in a genuinely depressed voice.
"Why are you looking at it?" I ask. He shrugs in response.
We walk over to him and look at the picture of him on the page.
In that picture, he doesn't have his scar, but he's not a happy little kid like the others.
This is what a life of hurt gets you.
And he was only like five.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Izuku asks.
"It's nothing really. Just that... even before I got my scar, I was unhappy. So all it did was make my face different. It was painful yes, but if it hadn't happened, I would've been, somewhat, the same."
Shit, I don't know what to say.
"If it hadn't happened, you wouldn't have a reason. That scar, I think gives you a reason to become a hero." Izuku said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, haha. I never thought of it that way."