Live and in Stereo

Tape Eleven

I just realized how close we're getting to the end of this book. Thank you for all the support. I'm so sorry for not posting at all the last couple of days, time just got away from me. This fanfic should be finished by the end of this weekend if everything goes to plan. But anyways another chapter will be out tomorrow. Let's get this tape rolling.

Bakugo POV

"He didn't do anything to you either."

I punched him in the head, knocking him back against the tree. He had blood trickling down his forehead. I swung at him again, my fist made contact with his right eye. That was gonna bruise. He tried to get up, but I punched him again, and his lip splits as he doubled over in pain.

"Stop!" Suddenly I wasn't beating up Monoma. I was beating up Deku. He was burned, and had a bruised eye. He was crying. "Why don't you just kill me!" He shouted. I continued beating up Deku, until his blood spilled onto the grass, dying it crimson red.

"Why would you do that!" I was snapped out of the memory by a very angry Kendo. Behind was Tetsue Tetsue, trying to sit Monoma up. I did what I did anytime, I didn't want to answer. I let out a 'tch', and walked away with my hands in my pockets.

I eventually cast a glance behind my shoulder to see the condition Monoma was in. He had blood running down his forehead, and another trickle of blood from he busted lip down to his chin. Blood had gotten on his grey uniform, and he had and ugly bruise forming above his eye.

Did I really do that? I looked down at my hands. Am I a monster? I didn't mean to beat him up. It just happened. Should I go apologize? No, that means admitting I did something wrong. I'm Katsuki Bakugo. I'm a future hero. A future hero who just beat someone up.

I groaned, why did feelings have to be so complicated. The skin on my knuckles were peeling and my hands were drenched in blood. I walked into the dorm, with my hands in my pockets so no one would see.

And I had my head down in shame. I made my way up to my dorm, and I took a shoulder to wash off the guilt. Spoiler alert, it didn't. Why do I feel all this guilt, but can never admit I'm wrong. I looked over at my wall.

Why do people even hang out with me? I can't admit I'm wrong on the most basic things. I took out the cassette tape player in my pocket. I lazily grabbed another from the box, near my bed and placed it in.

I at least owe it to Deku to listen to his story. It was already sunset, but it's not like I could sleep anyways. I clicked play. "Hello, listener we are almost at the end of the tapes. Which means my life is almost over." My breath hitched, and I let tears roll down my face.

I pulled the covers over me to hide from the world. "But anyways welcome to your tape Jiro. I find that the way most people hurt me is that they become my friend and then betray me. So sadly, I don't think I've ever had a true friend."

I want to be your friend Deku. I'll be your best friend. But now I can't. "I wouldn't consider us friends Jiro, but we were friendly to each other if that makes sense, once a week you would help me play guitar."

"But outside of lessons we never even interacted. But I still did look up to you, and see you as something to lean on. Something to make me remember, that at least one person doesn't want me dead."

"But I can't blame you for being the last person to betray me. I can't blame you for sending me into eternal sadness. Everyone had already done that, you were just the last one to let go." I felt more tears roll down my face, as I let out a choked sob.

"But one day after our lessons I overheard you and some others talking about me. You said the only reason you taught me was , because I was a charity case. A sad pity party. And I quote a 'freak'. I never told you I overheard this conversation, but I did stop going to guitar lessons with you."

"So now you now why, I guess? I think you were relieved that you didn't have to look after me anymore. So now no one has to look after me, no one has to even bother to think about me. Just the way I like it." 

I heard the click signaling the end of tape.

FlashBack

I was talking to some of the girls including Jiro, Mina, Momo, and Kirishima. "Jiro why do you even teach him guitar. Is he actually good?" Jiro, laughed. "Well he's gotta be good at something?" Jiro, said laughing. 

"But he's not very good at that either, his hands always shake. He's such a freak." Jiro, said as they continued gossiping. I heard a small sniffle, I looked around the corner but saw nothing.

End Of Flashback

I continued to cry for what felt like forever. But it was really only an hour. I wiped the tears from my eyes. My whole face was red and puffy. I looked like a crybaby. I walked down took the elevator up to Jiro's dorm. I knocked on the door.

"What!" She said, opening the door while rubbing her eyes. She was slouched over, she had bags under here eyes. She was also pale, and her hair greasy. I looked over her shoulder to see a nest of a room.

"Never mind." She closed the door with a sarcastic, "whatever." I walked back up to the door, and took out some old crackers in my dorm. I ate my sad cold old crackers. This was my dinner, and I was eating in alone.

Just a few months I would've been laughing at Kamanari, or I would've been cooking myself I very tasty meal. But could I still do that? I imagined going back to how it used to be. And it felt awkward it felt wrong, to pretend this never happened. And it wasn't even over yet.

I guess, I'll just learn to live with the pain.

Author Chan

I actually think this chapter actually came out pretty good. Also I just want to thank you guys, because there are so many other authors who update, so much more than me. So thank you for sticking with this book. It's time for me to roll out.