And Also I'm Really Scared 「kiribaku fic with deaf Bakugou au」

Chapter Eleven

Bakugou's POV

Okay, Kaminari is being really freaking weird. What else is new?

Kirishima looked far more than just spooked when he saw dunce-face walking towards me. He was a different level of scared, like, someone was holding his porcelain white crocs at gun point. But it turns out the gun is actually bright red spaghetti sauce.

Checkmate, porcelain white crocs. Time for you to finally leave this cruel world, and finally leave the freaking hallway where I trip over you every freaking morning with no avail. Bye-bye ugly freaking rubber shoes.

The rest of lunch was agitating. I can tell I was covered sticky sweat, and  was practically walking on pin needles the entire time is ate in hopes of not blowing up the poor chap seated next to me. How do I know I was covered in sweat? every time I moved my hand up to my mouth to eat, I caught a waft of burnt caramel. Which I know wasn't the cafeteria since we were having freaking chicken nuggets.

Chicken nuggets in caramel? Smells like when McDonalds used to sell caramel with their apple slices, and you're five years old, so of course you dip one of the dumb chunks of breaded chicken into the caramel. Stuff tastes like it came straight out of an American child's dream.

Cabin time couldn't come soon enough. Training has me thinking back to freshman year's camp, y'know, when I got kidnapped like the helpless piece of crap that I am. I can still hear the blue haired guys' voice sometimes. That usually pulls the trigger for some kind of anxious episode or whatever.

I wish they provided coffee during lunch. It's unlikely for them to do that though. Give a bunch of already jittery kids copious amounts of caffeine in the afternoon? There's a better chance of me successfully killing and hiding the body of Kirishima's slain crocs than getting a twelve pm cup of joe.

Kirishima. Dumb hair. I've been avoiding the thought of him entirely today. Everything to do with him. His stupid hair that he insists isn't that different from mine. His presence that makes me feel like I'm freaking choking to death. The freaking ridiculous rubber shoes that he wears! 

I'd love to just forget about last night and just completely void it of my mind frame. But no, every time I drift off and let my stupid mind get some furlough, it goes right on back to the stupid redheads' actions as of late.

There's no way he returns my feelings. No way in a million years. I don't have any redeeming qualities, not one! In what universe would I have any chance of getting with this stupid freaking angel of a human being???

I know he's dumb, but good golly lord almighty on a Sunday morning with eggs and bacon, he's got to be really dumb in order to return my feelings. Not just dumb, but an absolute idiot! His freaking brain would have to be made of literal rocks in order for him to even consider viewing me as more than an acquaintance or friend. And even then, I'd still have many doubts about his intentions.

Oh god I'm overthinking again. My mind is running over these subjects and completely demolishing them uncontrollably. Like when you have this unstoppable force making you pick at a scab, even after parents tell you to stop.

I physically shake my hand and force myself to think about something else. Which is an unreasonably hard task when you have the stupid redhead that is the freaking subject of your avoidance, staring right at you while you eat.

I'll admit it. I panicked after the stupid Pikachu put a bunch of babies in my sauce before taking off without explanation and took the first seat I saw. Which was, lucky for me, right next to freaking broccoli boy.