I didn't know..

Cook My Egg Bastard.

The bus ride back, was quieter than the previous bus ride there. Shoto was picking at the bandages on his left arm. When they got back, he'd probably have to replace them. Shoto bit his lip. He was hungry. He hadn't gotten the chance to eat lunch yet. Maybe when he got back, he'd make himself some Soba. He had many things to do. On Friday he had his therapy. He was the only one who was doing therapy with just him and a therapist. Everyone else went for the group therapy. And Katsuki did none at all.

Katsuki dropped the trash in the dorm's dumpster. He'd walked all the way to the back of building to find it.
"There, dorms are clean." He said to himself. He didn't know when the others would get back, and he wanted to get this over with for the day before they got back. He was snapped out of his thoughts by thunder overhead. Drops of rain started to splat onto his face as he looked up at the gray sky.
"You've got to be kidding me." Katsuki pulled his hood over his head and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he began to walk back towards the dorm entrance. His face and jaw were sore from the day before. He moved around the building. Instead of going inside, he sat on the steps, continuing to get rained on. He felt angry. But this was a strange anger. He couldn't figure out where it came from. He felt an odd sense of hopelessness along with it.
"What the f*ck is wrong with me?" He questioned himself. He pulled on his hair through his hood. His hands already wet from the rain, and the now soaked hoodie. He tossed his head in his hands. He wanted to punch something, he wanted this feeling to go away. It wouldn't leave him alone. What was it?
"God dammit!" Katsuki, now soaked to the bone from the rain, looked up at the sky. More thunder sounded, and the clouds above were darker. Katsuki shifted his attention to incoming noice from the road. A bus pulled up and kids with umbrellas hopped out.
"And that's my queue to le-"
"Bakugo?! What're you doing in the rain?"  Ochaco ran up to him, with Tenya and Tsuyu behind her. Before he could take the time to ignore her, she kept talking. "Are you okay? Is something wrong? Being out in the rain too long could get you sick." He frowned and glared at her as he stood up.
"Leave me the f*ck alone. I can take care of myself." With that, Katsuki stood up and walked inside. At that moment, he was glad it was raining, that way, nobody could see a tear fall from his face as he went inside.

-At the hospital, 5:53 pm-

Inko stared at her son on the hospital bed. A tear fell from her eye as she closed them. Next to her was her sons teacher, All Might(Toshinori). His hand was on her shoulder, comforting her.
"I'm very sorry. Nobody saw this coming." She looked up at the clock, it was 5:54 pm. As soon as she got off work, she raced to the hospital. The school had promised to keep her baby boy safe, and then she gets a call saying, he's in the hospital. Even worse, in a coma. As much as she wanted to blame UA for this, she knows it's not right. She should have been there for her son.
"How d-did this happen..?" Her words were faint and fragile, barely heard over the sound of the air conditioning and heart monitor. The man beside her sighed and then spoke in a low voice.
"A bully. Katsuki Bakugo." Toshinori had hesitated to say this. He knew Izuku and Katsuki were childhood 'friends?', and so he had a high feeling she'd know who Katsuki was. And his suspicion was right. Inko gasped slightly and covered her mouth. Another tear slipped down her cheek.
"Excuse me for a minute." Inko stepped out of the room as she pulled out her phone. Toshinori frowned. He saw the look in her eyes as she exited. He knew that look. It was the same one he'd seen from Izuku whenever he had a plan. Based on that, he assumed, if she had her mind on something, she wasn't backing down. Toshinori walked to the door and pressed his ear to it. He knew this was wrong, but Izuku did crazy things, he expected his mom to be no different. He didn't hear anything. But when he did, he recognized the sound, the ringing tone of a awaiting call. He could barely make out the first words that Inko said.
"Hello Mitsuki, we need to talk about your son." Then Inko walked off down the hall, and Toshinori was left with a very bad feeling.