At Your Feet, This Is My Unbecoming

Bringing It Down (On Top Of Us)

"FUCK!"

Bakugou threw his backpack against the wall in his room. A slew of expletives spilled from his mouth, cursing that damned Deku and his entire worthless existence. Despite the fact that Bakugou had ignored that pitiful bastard all day, he still went and threw himself off a roof. That stupid-ass, motherfucking, shitty nerd continued to ruin his life without a care in the world. His ungrateful ass still went down the side of a building despite Bakugou's self-control every time he was irked in class.

He had thought that it would go as planned, that he could continue on with his life without all of this bullshit, but somehow Deku still hated Bakugou so much that the fucker still killed himself. That bastard's probably just doing it to SPITE him!

~~Deku's dull eyes making contact with his just as he let go.~~

Bakugou shook his head and huffed as he calmed down. His breathing slowed gradually, his shoulders undulating in time with his respiration. He glanced at his door, curious. The old hag hadn't yelled at him for the loud bang that surely resounded throughout the entire house.

Cautiously, he padded down the stairs, consciously making his footsteps lighter and avoiding the creaky steps.

"-s gonna be okay, alright? We're gonna find him soon, and then you can let him know that this isn't okay." The hag spoke into the telephone.

Bakugou's eyes widened.

The hag continued on, "No, no. I'm the one who's sorry! It's probably because of Katsuki's influence that he ran off and did shit like this to you. It's more my fault than yours, I promise that you're a fantastic mother! Look at how well Izu-kun turned out! He's so kind! Unlike my brat..."

His teeth grit in anger at her—not only rude but—false words, but then it dawned on him.

Deku.

Find him.

Ran off?

tHeY hAvEn'T fOuNd HiS bOdY yEt

Forgetting to be quiet, he sprinted back up to his room and locked the door, ignoring the yelps of realization from his mother when she heard him. His—the old hag apologized to the phone (Auntie, Bakugou knew it was Midoriya Inko on the other side of that phone) and bolted up the stairs after him.

Bakugou could have sworn that someone else saw Deku jump. Had none of those worthless extras reported it? Were they worried that they would take the blame? Didn't they know that if they had reported it, chances are the police would never suspect them as culprits?

~~BuT tHeN wHy DiD yOu NoT rEpOrT tHe BoDy?~~

His mind kept flashing back to the scene from after school. He had been walking out of the front of his shitty-ass school, smug and proud that he had gone so long without mocking or glaring at Deku. But then, he heard a few whispers from a group of extras that were loitering and gossiping like a bunch of bitches.

He had caught glimpses of their conversation, though he wasn't sure who said what, "—akugou-kun... Deku... didn't even look at... can't believe it... he still... pathetic than usual... maybe Baku... going soft..."

And at that last comment, he had turned his head to give the group of extras a nasty one-eyed glare. They flinched and their backs went ramrod straight as they scurried away like rats.

Bakugou had huffed and leaned against the wall, lying in wait for Deku to try and sneak out late like he normally did when he didn't make it out fast enough to escape him. However, the dumbass never exited those doors.

Instead, there were some loud gasps (or at least, gasps that were of a notable and relevant quality to him), that drew his attention. Head whipping toward the sound, he saw some of the extras that liked to follow him around. They were whispering frantically in disbelief and pointing upwards, around the side of the school building.

Bakugou's heart started racing.

When he moved to get a closer look, his fears were confirmed. Sure enough, Deku was teetering on the edge, shoes removed, one foot in the air, his hand loosely holding onto the fence. Deku's lifeless eyes made contact with his sharp ones and didn't fill with surprise or satisfaction. They were just... empty.

As though Bakugou was watching in slow motion, he had seen Deku's grip release—finger by finger. Had watched as he fell to the ground with his eyes vacantly staring down at the concrete that would bring about his demise.

All Bakugou could do was wonder if he had left a suicide note. What would it have said?

He could practically hear the crunch of Deku's bones shattering upon impact, the squelch of blood and muscles and fat splattering across the concrete slightly because of the sheer force of the impact on his weak, wimpy body.

The cracks and crunches played on loop in Bakugou's head, over and over and over and over and over!

He was suddenly jerked back into reality when the hag tried the door knob. The clattering switched to thuds as she defaulted to pounding on the door when it wouldn't open, "Katsuki! Tell me what the fuck you know about this!"

He remained silent, trying—and failing—to breathe evenly.

"KATSUKI!" she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion on the last syllable.

Bakugou gave in and wailed, "I never saw him walk home from school!"

That's right. He jumped from the school, he didn't walk.

His m—the old hag paused, "What... what are you trying to imply with that...?"

His vision blurred and his chest felt like it was imploding, but he couldn't figure out why, "No... nobody likes him... at school. They... all give him what he... what they think he deserves... but... maybe... maybe they went too far..."

Maybe you went too far.

Maybe what you think he deserves, isn't what he actually deserves.

At that thought, sweat leaked from his eyes and his shoulders shook. He was gasping for breath, and he still couldn't understand why. Hadn't he covered his tracks, removed his involvement from the admission? He could tell that his mother wanted to know why he didn't stop the bullying though...But why was he so weak?

Why was he still crying?

During his mental breakdown, old hag's breathing had hitched, and she'd stumbled back a meter or two from the door. But from his spot, curled up against the door, all he could think about was why he felt so lost.

After a few minutes, her footsteps reluctantly faded away and were accompanied by the familiar creaking of the stairs. Her hesitant demeanor, though not seen through the door nor expressed through words, still remained a silent, understood promise that they would talk about this later.

However, Bakugou intended that "later" to be tomorrow. And that tomorrow?

It would never arrive.