At Your Feet, This Is My Unbecoming

There's Something You Have Lost

Bakugou stood up after the final bell, eying Deku, who didn't so much as twitch, cautiously. It was unnerving after many years of being used to seeing him flinch or shrink away from his gaze or extended palm. Despite that, he forced himself to gather his things and sauntered out of the classroom in his normal manner. Unfortunately, the two extras that always followed him around trailed after him.

"What the hell's up with you, Katsuki?" One extra goaded him.

"Yeah man," the other extra demanded, "What the fuck was that about?"

"None of your fucking business, now go away." Bakugou spit out, unwilling to deal with their shit at that moment.

"C'mon, man? You've been staring at useless little Deku all day, let's unwind a bit!" the fucker whined. He glared at the dumbass, daring him to go on.

However, the fool clearly didn't get the memo.

"Katsuk—"

Bakugou had finally had enough and spun around to face them, "FUCK OFF!"

Once he realized they had no response to this he continued, "I've had the shittiest week. So, fuck. Off."

He stormed away, and when they had begun to follow him, he aimed an explosion behind him.

Bakugou went home.

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As soon as he reached the door, he drew in a deep breath and looked at the time on his phone. Five minutes to spare.

Bakugou went inside and ignored the hag's greeting, proceeding up the stairs to his room while avoiding the creaky steps. He tossed his backpack down, abandoning his homework that he had long since given up on doing every day. He returned downstairs, sauntering into the kitchen.

"Hag, Deku's comin' over. Do whatever, I guess, just thought I'd tell ya..." Bakugou murmured.

The hag's mouth opened and closed before she spoke, "Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my Katsuki?"

"OH FUCK OFF!"

Before another commonplace screaming match began, the doorbell rang. Both blonde heads swivelled in sync towards the door. Bakugou stalked toward his source of anxiety, heart beginning to pound in his ears. He whipped the door open and was met with the trembling fucker.

He scanned his eyes over Deku's form, noting the lack of blood leaking through his uniform sleeves and the overall lack of energy. Once he was satisfied that Deku wasn't going to die on him in the next few seconds, he stepped aside and gestured for the damned nerd to come inside.

Inside he went. Hesitantly.

It took every ounce of control inside of Bakugou to keep himself from screaming at the nerd to hurry up as he took his shoes off and put on the guest slippers that were actually Bakugou's—he refused to wear them just to piss off his mom. He couldn't even remember why he had decided that was important. Which argument had that decision been conceived? He couldn't even remember, it didn't seem noteworthy anymore.

He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts.

He motioned with his eyes toward the upstairs and walked up the steps without turning back around to see if Deku followed. He had assumed that he would hear his footsteps like all of the other extras. But he was wrong apparently.

The suicidal bastard had near-silent footsteps—quieter than even his own—and even copied Bakugou's avoidance of the creaky steps on the staircase. Weird pressure bubbled in his chest, encouraging him to look over his shoulder and double check on the nerd several times in the short walk to the second floor.