𝑨𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑨 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

a silent answer

He made his way through the hallway and slipped past the other students, careful not to bump into them. It would be annoying if he were to initiate a fight—a fight he knew he'd win, but a fight he didn't want to start. The loud chatter around him did nothing to ease the upcoming ringing he despised so much, so he sped up, not wanting to be in the presence of such loudness.

The lunchroom was on his right, but he continued on forward, feeling no appetite at the moment.

What he said to Bakugou wasn't a lie, but it was not the full truth either. He did not have time for their petty squabbles, but he also did not have an urge to grieve. Yet, the odd throbbing in his chest didn't cease to be, no, it just continued adding more and more, turning into harsher pressure with each moment he spent thinking about grief.

Why doesn't it stop? Why won't it stop?

Yes, he lost his mother, yes it was his father who did it, yes he knows all of it, so why does it continue?! Why won't it just go away and leave him be?! He didn't need to add grief to the complicated feelings he had! It wasn't needed—to hell with it!

"Hey, are you all right?"

Arashi stopped in his tracks and stared ahead. There was a boy in front of him who looked rather worried, judging by the creasing of his brows. When the boy noticed he wasn't saying anything, a sheepish grin made its way onto his features, "Sorry for calling out to you so suddenly, you looked..." he trailed off, as if contemplating his next words, "like you were struggling with something."

Oh? Was he that obvious? Not that it mattered... "That's none of your concern." He bit out, somehow managing to hold back the clear annoyance he currently felt.

"I'm Yoshida Haru, class 3-B. You are?"

Arashi was taken aback. Did this guy not hear what he said? Does he have to be even more blunt? "I don't care about your name and I'm not giving you my own."

But, Yoshida's grin didn't slip off, "I'm just trying to help you out, you know?" There wasn't anything off about him, and it didn't look like he had any ulterior motives.

Too bad Arashi did.

For a few moments, he looked Yoshida over: Average build. On the taller side. Pale, almost as pale as Arashi was. Shaggy, brown hair and brownish-golden eyes. He wasn't someone Arashi would notice in a crowd of people, yet that crooked grin he had vastly reminded him of someone. So, after assessing that there was no one else around, he spoke, "Actually, there is something you could help me with."

Yoshida practically lit up, "Really? Wh-?"

And Arashi stepped forward, effectively shutting him up.

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The storage door slid shut as Arashi unbuttoned Yoshido's jacket, nimble fingers popping button after button.

"Is this a regular thing you do with strangers?" The other boy asked, sounding breathless.

Arashi pushed the jacket back, letting it slip down to the floor, "Shut up." Without another word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Yoshida's once again. He felt fingers press into his sides and he pushed forward until Yoshida's back was against the wall.

"When you said I could help you with something," Yoshida began once Arashi pulled away, " I didn't expect this," In the dimly lit room, the boy stared down at him, pupils blown wide, "I certainly didn't expect this."

Arashi huffed, annoyed with the chatty boy, "Continue talking and I'm walking out." Not awaiting an answer, he shrugged his jacket off, leaving both of them in their dress shirts. He reached a hand up and undid a few buttons and almost immediately, Yoshida leaned forward and clamped onto his neck, sinking his teeth in. Arashi gripped onto his shoulders and sharply inhaled through grit teeth. That hurt, quite a lot, actually, but the pain felt fitting for some reason.