"kacchan"

break down

bakugo POV

the nurse nags me with questions and advice about my anxiety.
everything she was telling me was something i already knew.

me and kirishima walk to our class together in silence, until i notice a tear going down his cheek.
i stop, and wipe it away for him.
he gives me a shocked face as if he didn't realise he was crying.

"sorry, katsuki..." he says with a sad tone.

what the hell was he sorry for?

"i'm sorry i left you alone even though you saved my life... i thought you would get better without me burdening you but i guess i was wrong..." he sobs.

my eyes widen, as i pull him into a tight hug.
i don't care if anyone sees.

"kirishima... don't you DARE say you are a burden, EVER!" i say, feeling him nod.

i pull away, trying to smile.
"i can't remember what happened that night, did i do something to make you run away?" i ask.

kirishima's face turns a bright red, but goes sad again, like he remembered something.
"u...um y-you just got d-drunk... that's all..." he stutters.

"i got drunk?!"

no matter how much i try to remember, my memory of that night is blank.

"are you sure that was all?" i ask, curiously.

kirishima hesitates.

"well... you kind of told me everything... and then broke down before you passed out."

everything...?
i have an idea of what i said, so i'll shut up for now.
it was about deku, wasn't it.
i try to swallow the urge to cry, we're almost at the classroom.

i try to change the subject.
"you changed your hair, huh?" i say, feeling bad that i had called him 'shitty hair' when i didn't know it was him.
kirishima looks at me, and gives me a real smile.
"about time you noticed!" he laughs.

i get taken aback.
that was the first time i had seen kirishima laugh.
my heart skips a beat.

"what? does it look bad or something?"

i shake my head immediately.
"i think it looks really cool, i guess" i smirk as i watch kirishima's face turn red again.

when we arrive at the 15ft door to our classroom, i take a deep breath, and glance over at kirishima.

"are you ready?" i ask.
he nods eagerly.

i slide the door open, revealing the mayhem inside.
sounds of voices and laughter echo loudly.
the air in here feels hard to breathe from the amount of people.
i hate it here already.

i feel eyes lock onto us.
i swallow, trying to ignore them.
i walk in, and sit at a desk at the back where no one would bother me.
kirishima follows and sits next to me.

"hey! red head and blondie!" an abnoxious voice calls.
he comes over to us.
he has medium blonde hair with a black zigzag going down the side of it. his smile seems annoying.

"i'm kaminari denki! are you excited to be here? i am! i can't wait to make new friends, and have fun, and..."

i cut him off.

i make the scowling face i had practiced in the mirror.
"what do ya want, dunce face?" i growl lowly.

his smile drops immediately, as he jumps back.

"u-um... s-sorry to uh- bother you..?"
he stutters, before he speed-walks away.

i breathe a sigh of relief. thank god it works.

"h-hey" kirishima says.
i turn to my left to face him.
my heart drops to see his face.
it was as though he had just seen a ghost.

i put my hand on his arm.
"what's wro-..." he pulls away instantly.

"w-what was th-that just now...?" he asks, his voice shaking.
"i-it wasn't l-like you at a-all..."

"kiri... i'm so sorry..." i whisper.

the bell for start of class rings, as everyone takes their seats.

"kirishima... sorry." i say once more.

//time skip//

"we will be now taking the roll before class finishes."

"aoyama?"
"here."
"ashido?"
"here."
...

kirishima hasn't said a word since class started...
i wonder if i scared him that much...

"bakugo?"
i jolt up, feeling everyone's eyes and pressure on me.
"bakugo?"
"h-here.."

i slouch back into my seat, wishing class would end soon.

"midoriya?"

my heart stops.

"midoriya?" he repeats.

"that's weird... not showing up for the first day..."