The Chef

Chapter two

Katsuki came into class later than usual, and he didn't look too good. He looked exhausted. He was sluggish and he didn't have his normal scowl.

He slumped down in his seat and put his head in his arms. He noticed that no one cared. That no one even gave him a glance. Not even fucking Deku or Kirishima.

The whole class was talking about last night's cooking lesson. How cool Gordon Ramsey was. He even heard a faint whisper on how he 'put Bakugou in his place.' He didn't react, didn't even look at them, he simply turned his hearing aids off.

His head hurt, it was a slow throb, probably from the lack of sleep. He saw Aizawa come in, he turned his hearing aids back on.

"Because yesterday turned out so well with Chef Ramsey, we decided to have you all work in the kitchen with him for the first couple of classes. Lunch Rush will be there, but he'll more or less be in the background."

Katsuki frowned, was he going to be insulted again. He was already too tired to try and be angry. And now he had to deal with this.

He got up with the rest of his class and went to the cafeteria. He stayed in the back, just watching everyone laugh and have fun. They didn't need him there.

He swallowed hard, fighting the tears back. He blinked them away. He was not going to cry. Bakugou Katsuki will not cry.

"Hello everyone, last night was lovely in getting to know you all." Ramsey smiled at them all. "Thankfully Lunch Rush has allowed us to use his kitchen so I can teach you all."

Katsuki stayed away. He wasn't needed. He watched. He watched as they all smiled and laughed. They don't need him.

'They don't need you. They just tolerate you. You're not needed. You've never been needed. Look, even Izuku doesn't need you anymore. All because you let your fucking ego get to your head. Because you believe you're better than everyone.' He grabbed his head.

He tried to calm down his breathing, when he realized it wasn't working, he left the kitchen. He sat down at the farthest table away, hidden from view. He didn't realize he was crying. Everything just hurt.

He gripped his hair in his hands and pulled. He couldn't breathe, why couldn't he breathe, why did everything hurt, why was no one else concerned.

He could hear them. He could hear them clearly laughing. Not even realizing he wasn't there. That he left. That he couldn't breathe.

He let out a quiet, choked,"please, help." No one heard him. They just continued to laugh and talking in the kitchen.

His chest hurt. He wasn't pumping his heart enough, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His class didn't want him, Kirishima didn't want him. It hurt, it hurt so much to think about.

He wanted everything to go back to what it was. Before they got Chef Ramsey here. When he felt like he belonged. Because now he doesn't. 

He didn't know how much time passed. He doesn't know how long it took him to breathe. But when he finally could, they were walking by to go back to class. He stood quietly and stayed in the back.

They walked back in class, and he slumped back into his seat. Laying his head down and closing his eyes. He was tired, but he knew he couldn't sleep, not right now.

He went through the rest of the day robotically. Never once getting angry. He felt that his heart was slowing, but he didn't want to be angry.

He was getting up to put his things away at the end of class. He was until Aizawa called on him. "Bakugou, can you see me after class?"

Oh no. Did someone actually notice him not there during the cooking lessons and tell Aizawa. Did someone really want him in trouble. 

He didn't realize he had tensed up. He didn't realize he wasn't breathing. He didn't realize that he was the only one left in class besides his sensei.

"Wow, hey Bakugou, I need you to breathe." He heard Aizawa.

When had he fallen to the ground. When had Aizawa get in front of him. Why did he look worried.

"Follow my breathing okay? Breathe in, big deep breaths Bakugou, and out, good, repeat…there we go, are you okay now?"

Bakugou shakily nodded his head. He held his head in his eyes, refusing to look up at his sensei. Not when he was crying. Not when he just had a panic attack.

"Bakugou, I need to look at me."

He refused. How could he look into the eyes of his teacher after that. He was weak, and he knew it.

"Bakugou, I just want to talk about what's wrong."

What? He's just worried. He's not in trouble? 

"Kirishima had come up to me and told me you've been off. That you looked panicked during the cooking lesson for you class, and that you had left. Are you okay? I've also noticed that you're uncharacteristically calm, you're not angry."

"I don't want to be angry, sensei." He confessed. "But I have to be."

"What do you mean you have to be?"

He didn't know? It was set as one of his drawbacks. His mom specifically told them that he has to be angry. He was there.

Did Aizawa not check on the drawbacks? Does he not know that he's also slowly going deaf? Did no one else know?

He hadn't told his class because he didn't want the pity. But the teachers should know. It's one of his drawbacks. So why didn't his homeroom teacher know?

"If I don't keep my heart rate up, sensei, I could die."

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