The Outlet (Depressed/Suicidal/Abused Bakugou)

Chapter 7: Information

^my own art of Baku and his side (I made him a bit too skinny and I don't rly draw anime lol I'm a realism gal)^

The students cry for quite a while as Bakugou pours out his long held tears, but eventually they manage to calm down. Bakugou slumps, exhausted, onto Kirishima, and the redhead smiles slightly. He maneuvers himself so that he is next to Bakugou and then leans himself and the blonde against the wall at the back of the bed, Kirishima's arm slung around the smaller boy's shoulders as the blonde sniffles, a remnant of his tears. Kirishima smiles kindly at his friend as he pulls him closer into his side.

Aizawa, now seated in the chair Kirishima has previously occupied, speaks up, voice sturdy with a hint of somberness. "I apologize for interrupting this moment, but Bakugou..." Aizawa trails off. He looks deeply into Bakugou's wet eyes, gaze stoic and serious. "I need to know what your wound is and how it came to be."

Bakugou chews on his lip before he quietly replies, "Yeah..." His eyes flicker around the room for a moment until Kirishima gives him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. Bakugou huffs a sigh and begins, tone still not holding the menacing timbre the class is accustomed to. "Alright, fuckers. So, basically this thing is because of my second quirk, Outlet. It's just... always been there, I guess. But it only pops up every once in a while when I... um..." Bakugou's face turns a pale pink as he folds inward on himself slightly. "...It happens when my emotions are a bit harder to control..."

Aizawa's eyebrow goes up. "So, when you're overwhelmed by emotions?"

Bakugou nods, avoiding anyone's eyes, and continues, "It happens in different amounts, depending on how much I'm feeling. If Im not feeling much worse than usual then I only get some of the vein darkening stuff, but when it's bad, parts of my skin crack off like some sort of ceramic, as you can damn well see," he motions to his side, "and it's always pitch-fucking-black underneath. Some symbolic shit or whatever, I don't know. I don't bother doctors with it 'cuz it always heals over at some point like it was never there. And it's only because of the negative emotions, ya know? But that's what my quirk brings in so... yeah, it's annoying," he mumbles, beginning to fidget with the bedsheets. Bakugou pipes up a bit more loudly, "I'm fine with it, though. I've always been fucking fine with it on my own so you can all go away and do whatever the fuck you extras do—"

"Bakugou." The blonde looks up to the boy beside him whose face is set in determination. Kirishima continues, voice stern, "We just went over this. We care. And we will help you."

Bakugou looks away, immense shame, clearly intensified by his quirk, clouding his eyes. "But... I don't even know exactly what the fuck it is. It's not like we can damn well fix it. Especially since it seems like Recovery Girl's quirk didn't work. Is that right?" he asks semi-sarcastically to his teacher.

Aizawa nods dismissively and asks back, "Have your parents not taken you to see a doctor about this? Do they even know?" The teacher sees his student's expression darken and he narrows his eyes. "Please tell me that they do know."

Bakugou mentally smirks. His teacher may be observant, but Bakugou, luckily enough, has the right circumstances to avoid revealing any other secrets right now. He rolls his eyes. "Yes, they fucking know," he snarks. "They are my fucking parents, so duh. And I've been to the quirk doctor and regular doctor about it once each when I was younger and found out it wasn't life-threatening so we never bothered after that." He doesn't need to include that his parents paid the doctors hush-money to keep them quiet. He already has one secret out. No need for more.

Aizawa narrows his eyes suspiciously. "That is definitely not good enough reason to avoid going to the doctor for something like this."

"Well it is for me," Bakugou spats, folding his arms moodily. "It'll heal on its own like a cut so can we be done for now?"

Aizawa stares at Bakugou, an unreadable look in his eyes, before responding, "Yes, I guess so. However, Recovery Girl will be working on finding a way to help heal this..." Aizawa motions to Bakugou's side. "...this crumbing."

Bakugou rolls his eyes and sarcastically says, "Yes, Mr. Aizawa~" as the teacher and other students begin to filter out of the room, offering goodbyes, leaving Bakugou and Kirishima inside.

The redhead chuckles and Bakugou looks at him curiously. "Ah..." Kirishima sighs before continuing seriously, "they are definitely going to kidnap you later." Bakugou is taken aback, his expression showing it. "Hah! That's a weird face! I just mean they are going to kidnap you to repeatedly apologize to you for not realizing any of this was happening. They were conspiring earlier before you woke up. Especially Midoriya, jeez," he finishes, chuckling again.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. "They can try. No way in hell am I going to sit through that shit-show." Kirishima hums in acknowledgement, though with a slightly questioning tune. "What, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou snaps.

"I was just thinking that there is no way for you to escape, hehe—" Kirishima's little laugh of triumph is cut off by a pillow being slammed right into his face. "ACK!"

Bakugou grins in victory, pillow in hand. "Serves you right, dumbass."

Recovery Girl walks into the room to the two squabbling with pillows flying—Bakugou's face one of pure competitiveness and Kirishima's one of glee. "Young men!" she shouts, gaining the boys' attention. "Bakugou should be resting while I work on something to fix his issue! Kirishima, you must go to your dorm!"

Kirishima laughs as Bakugou scoffs. "Okay, Recovery Girl! I'll head out!" the redhead says as he gets off the bed to leave. He turns back again when he reaches the door, happily saying, "I'll be back soon, Bakugou!" and closing the door behind him.

Chiyo shakes her head as he smirks at his friend's antics. "Alright, sonny, let's get to work," she says and Bakugou groans in anticipation of sitting in this boring bed for a long, long time.

The blonde's face sobers for a moment. "Did... did anyone see the... other stuff?"

Recovery Girl sighs sadly as she pulls over medical supplies and medications. She begins speaking solemnly, "No. They only saw your side right where the darkness is. Nothing else."

Bakugou sighs and sags in relief, flinching from his own movement. Recovery Girl clicks her tongue. "You problem children will be the death of me. How badly does your side hurt this time?"

Bakugou scowls, looking away from the older woman. "It's not that bad..." he mumbles grumpily. He glances over and sees Recovery Girl with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as if asking a rhetorical question. Bakugou groans dramatically, head flopping back before he yanks it forward again. "Fine. It hurts like a bitch. As if a fucking school bus was shrunk down but still had its normal force and came crashing into me then lit on fire and scorched the shit out of my skin."

Chiyo's expression softens as she nods. "I'll do my best to help."

———

Do I sense a lead in?
And do I sense that y'all forgot it's still the same day and Kaminari hasn't told the others that Bakugou, after being woken from his nightmare, was begging someone not to hit him?? Hmmmmm👀
I wonder where Kirishima is going rn?

-Angry
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