𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 || 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Chapter 2

I made sure I brought my body temperature down enough that I wouldn't burn the boy. Don't worry. I drag him to an area away from everyone and look at him.

"What are you doing with me?" He asks, making me snort.

"You act like I'm a villain."

"W-well, I me-mean-"

"Don't finish that fucking sentence. I'm not a villain, nor would I ever be. Now, answer my question. What were you doing with someone like him?"

He looks at me surprised and looks down. "H-he's my friend."

"Ashy was your friend?"

"Yeah. I know it m-might-"

"He called you a quirkless nobody and weak. To me, that seems like he's more of a bully than a friend."

"He d-does that to ev-everyone. That's how he is."

"Look, I don't work well with people. Count this as a once in a lifetime thing. If we ever meet again, don't act like you know me and I won't to you. Got it?"

I didn't want to sound that mean, but I had to get my point across. I don't want people giving me the slightest bit of extra attention. I already have ashy on my ass.

"S-sure. Can I a-ask something?" Of course he's a stuttering mess. I probably made him nervous.

"What?" I roll my eyes. I don't have time for this. He needs to move on and leave me be.

"Why do you act so mean if you yelled at Kachan for him being mean?"

Kachan? That's ashy's name, huh? 

"My type of mean and his type of mean are two different things. He's a complete egotistical asshole, while I'm an asshole to certain people. I'm not directly mean. I'm brutally honest. Do you get it?"

He nods and looks at me. "You seem to not be from here," he says, out of the blue.

I sigh and nod. "You're right, but does that matter?"

"No, I guess not."

"Why are you so curious about me?"

"Be-because you seem a lot like Bakugou, but completely different. You have the same mean qualities, but your right. They are on a completely different spectrum from each other. You-" and then he started rambling, which I didn't pay attention to. No wonder why ashy was so mean to him. This kid doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. He gives me a headache.

"You really don't know how to shut up?" I say, holding my head.

"O-oh, sorry. I don't mean to r-ramble. You are interesting, that's all."

"Okay whatever. Remember what I said. If you ever see me again, don't acknowledge me."

The boy nods and I walk away. I know from his journal that he's going to get into UA. I wouldn't be surprised if an ashy boy over there is too. That's why I said what I said. I knew I would meet him again. 

I walk down the street and I see that the sun is setting. It's about to be dark and I do not know where I am. How fucking great. I continue walking until I find something that might recognize. I look and see the building my brother and his friends always hang out at. That means I'm not too far from the house.

I sigh and walk down the street. I eventually reach my street and see my house. I scowl at the place I call home. I don't have time to deal with my brother.

I walk up to the house and climb the tree next to my bedroom window in the backyard. I climb in and sit on my bed. Now, other people's family might get worried that they didn't see their child or sibling walk through the front door, but mine doesn't give two shits if I even come home at all. They always think of my brother and not me.

"L/n, is that you?" I hear my brother say. He doesn't even get the privilege to use my first name.

I quietly hide under my bed and watch my door open. He looks around and checks my closet. When he sees that there's nothing, he walks into the front of the room. 

I open this secret door that I made and slide out of my room. I sit on the tree and shut the door quietly. Even if someone were to look under my bed, you couldn't see the door. There was no door handle on either side, so its only one way.

I climb down the tree and sit under it. I don't feel like running. If he finds me, he finds me. 

I close my eyes and breath slowly. The night sky has always been calming for me. My brother hated it. He thinks it's depressing and scary. Sure, I have my doubts about it, but I don't think it's depressing. I think it's an open space for thought. You could do anything in the night and some people will never know. Whether that be crying, yell, smile, or anything else, no one would find out. In the daytime, people could find out without even trying.

But for some odd reason, it didn't feel that way to me. (Unless you fear the dark. Pretend you aren't please. This has significance later.) I've never seen nighttime as anything but calm.

"There you are," I hear my brother say. "You were in your room earlier, weren't you?"

"No," I say bluntly.

"Then why'd I hear someone up in your room?" He smirks.

"I don't know." I looked away from him and back at the sky.

"Don't lie to me. I'm not Mom and Dad, you know?"

"If you aren't Mom and Dad, why the fuck do you act like it? You act like my goddamn parents who don't give a shit about me. Now just fuck off and leave me alone."

"If they didn't care about you, then why would they keep a roof over your head? Why would they continue to give you food? Why would they keep clothes for you? You're just ungrateful and don't appreciate what you have."

I sat there, dumbfounded, but I didn't show it on my face. Sure, I was ungrateful, but if he knew what I meant, he would feel the same. 

"Keep telling yourself that."

I stand up and walk past him.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?"

"I dont know. You tell me."

Whatever he says next, I completely ignore him. Fuck him.