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

Chapter Twenty-One

Bakugou's POV

I should really talk to him, I should approach him calmly with a completely chill expression and overall aura, and should just straight up, calmly, explain that I do indeed have feelings for him and that I shouldn't have slightly freaked out at the pool.

Will I though? Ab-so-lute-ly not. Not in a million years could I ever tell someone something that freaking embarrassing. This isn't a romance film or a fictitious scenario to inflict pain then happiness onto the viewers. This is real life, and I'm going to deal with it the same way I dealt with my last crumbling relationships.

That tactic being ignoring them completely until I eventually snap and push everyone around me away. Which all in all sounds like a bad situation, but trust me, it'll give me more time to advance as a hero. 'But why would you do that Bakugou-kun?' Well for starters, I hate myself, and if you haven't noticed yet (which if you haven't, props to you for being blind to others emotional state- wish that could be me), I have this sweet and cool complex where I love my existence and think I'm the best freaking thing since sliced bread, while also absolutely despising my own being. 

Let me tell you, it makes for great counseling sessions. "Katsuki, how do you feel about yourself?" Then I'll reply with a simple, but heavily analyzed to its basic elements, scream. Then that's it. Session over, I'm sent home, and I don't have to think about anything for the rest of the day.

It's breakfast time right now, and I'm incredibly tempted to just skip this period and head right to my cabin so I can get a quick nap in. Not to mention there's a soft ringing in my ears right now; soft, but present nonetheless.  Even without my hearing aids, and being around people is really the last thing I want to deal with right now.

I've bumped into four people on four different places in the cafeteria line so far. Each time I did so, the other person have me a look that practically begged, "Holy crap, please don't kill me, you look way more irritated than usual. Please man, let me live another day, I have a wife and kids (not really) etc. etc."

I shrug it off and focus back to trying to read what's on the menu for today, which is all for not considering that fact that I can't seem to read as clearly as usual, not to mention the list is ten feet away and the font size is in, "go fuck yourself."

I groan into my hands and visually look uncomfortable as someone knocks into me. I try to ignore it but when the bump turns into a full-blown one-sided conversation which I can barely hear by the way, for the love of god I'm the Toph of freaking deafness.

"The hell do you want, dunce-face?"

"Woah, grumpy. I was saying that the-" I can barely hear what the heck he's saying. "and it was-" And I'm not wearing my aids. "Like, dude how does-" Not to mention how fast his mouth is moving, I can't freaking make sense of anything he's saying.

"Okay cool." I shove past him and grab my food, hoping that whatever he said was just one more of his random blabbering's with no real meaning behind it, and not a direct question about something really important.

Though I really doubt him having something important to say is the case here.

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After breakfast there is a meeting in the gas building. We're usually sent there to hang out until it gets later in the day, either to make crafts or there is a serious conversation about being a Hero and the mental instability that comes with the job. This way, more time is able to pass so we're not jogging around in half wet grass and cold air all morning.