DISCLAIMER:MHA doesn't belong to me but Horikoshi.
This book will contain sensitive topics like bullying, deprecating thoughts, foul language, what do you expect, it's Bakugou
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Ten months till the entrance exam of UA.
Aikido and Jujitsu classes have been going well, the raise from the cafe allowing him to take more extensive classes for both styles. Basic self defense classes have been finished by the third month, making him confident to defend himself, but no real world experience under his belt.
His nightly outings helped provide him help in that aspect. Though, in his intervening, he'd gotten his ads handed to him quite a few times. Biting off more than he can chew was a constant in the beginning.
This caused him to come home with scrapes and bruises. Not like his mother noticed, he didn't allow her to notice if he was favoring one leg or arm over the other. Since he went out without permission, he isn't seen by her when he leaves during the time she's sleeping.
Thank god for that. If his mother found out about him running around at midnight, she would lock him in the house until he was a legal adult.
This can be seen by her treating him like glass. When he came home after the fiasco of saving the mother and child, she fretted over his arm, then scolded him for getting hurt and worrying her without allowing him to explain himself.
That left him with house arrest for two weeks. Not like that stopped him from leaving.
He left when she was at work, keeping track of her location by connecting his hacker phone to her android. Eventually learning that she had a smart phone, and the money to buy one, when he constantly asked her if he could have one made him mad. It would've been much better than the old flip phone she gave him and expected not to break.
News flash, he had to fix the phone multiple times before he had saved up to buy a new phone without the permission of his mother. Then his own laptop instead of the old one that resided in his mother's room, constantly having the search history checked by his mother. Any off search got questions from her. And he was annoyed by that.
Two weeks out of four for that month had him going out almost every night to pick up the pace with training as he was locked in. This had him taking more criminals in, and small time villains. Hey, not all people that do crime deserve the title of "villain," some are just petty thiefs.
He still went to work and attended Aikido and Jujitsu classes, sometimes having to leave early to beat his mom home as he saw her on the move towards the general location. His boss got his reasoning and let him go easily, knowing his situation of a major helicopter parent. Each sensei was cool with it aswell, seeing as he excelled in both and was climbing to the top of each class swiftly.
Now it was on the second week, and he decided to go out, like every other night of the previous week. He threw on his black shoes that he kept stuffed under his bed, shoving his beanie, mask, and red lensed goggles into his kangaroo pocket of the black hoodie.
Quietly, he slipped from his window and onto the fire escape, hopping down onto the ground. He stomped his left foot three times, and wheels popped from the bottom of each shoe, turning them into rollerblades.
The hood is pulled over his mop of green hair, and then he goes, skating down the sidewalk, letting his mind wander. Over each sleeved arm is his capture weapon, which he started to bring everywhere. He doesn't like being unprepared.
His hands tugged at the dark red fabric on the left side of his body. The large scrape was healing well, but itched terribly.
Hatsume's voice filled his eardrums, reminding him of the earpiece in his right ear. "Hey Zuku" calls the inventor's voice.
Oh yeah, forgot to include the fact that the pink haired genius forced him to call her on first name basis, meaning she called him his first name. But she quite liked calling him nicknames from his first name, zuku, zuzu, izu, or zu is what she usually called him.
He took it upon himself to call her mei, meimei, or hatsu. She quite hates it when he calls her hatsu.
His mic is turned on by tapping the side, a tiny button present. "What's up meimei" nothing seemed serious, so he'd call her by a nickname.
The energy coming from her on the other side of the mic is obvious, and annoys him at these hours. And he didn't know how he could feel it when she lives closer to UA than where he lives.
"I have an idea and need to brainstorm off of you" she is considerate enough not to scream in his ears as he skated. Knowing him, he would fall by a sudden shout from her. And his ears are way more sensitive than they were before, annoying but useful.
She talks his ear off, allowing him some input here and there, until she finally stops talking. And from the soft breathing on the other end, he guesses that she fell asleep. Because of that he'd have to cut the line to turn her mic off.
He felt too lazy to do that, just turning off his own mic as he lets her breathing calm him even more. When she's sleeping, she much less of a pain, but she's a decent pain that he's fine with keeping around. She is by far his first true friend.
When he deactivates the skates, he turns to a wall and then the roof. Seeing that as a perfect place to relax, he climbs up.
Once he was atop the roof, he sat himself down at the edge, letting his feet dangle. After he was told to commit suicide by Bakugou, tall places seemed to calm him more. They didn't bother him as much as they used to. Hey, he can honestly jump off and then swing his way down using the capture weapon.
Soft footsteps make his head snap backwards, a harsh glare on his face before it faded. Of course he meets up with the underground hero again, up on a roof. Been a month or so since their last meeting he believes.
"Yo Eraser" he called softly, head moving from him and back to the streets below, legs kicking up and down lightly. ________________
