At Your Feet, This Is My Unbecoming

Where The Lost Are The Heroes

Bakugou wasn't sure what to do until the time that he needed to meet Eraserhead at that cafe, so he ended up wandering around for an hour or so. As the hour continued on, however, his impatience was becoming too great. He impulsively checked the time on his phone every few minutes as he walked a large perimeter around the cafe he was supposed to meet at. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do for the several hours that remained until the given time.

As he waited, the world seemed to fade out, the typical sounds of traffic and people bustling about their day blurred into background noise as his world became sort of distant. At some point, he couldn't tell you when exactly, he made a left instead of a right turn and followed wherever his feet took him. By the time he focused back on the world around him, he found himself staring at the stream that he couldn't seem to leave behind.

This was the place where he used to play without a care as a child. This was the place where he had realized that Deku was an asshole who looked down on him for the first time. This was the place where he had sat with Deku as the last of his warmth faded away.

Was this loop meant to tell him something? Was there some, "moral" bullshit that he needed to learn? He was going to be a hero, he didn't need anybody to tell him shit.

If someone needed something from him, they should just ask upfront. This roundabout bullshit was getting old, fast. But that didn't matter anymore, he would save Deku from being an idiot and then he could ignore whatever the hell he was supposed to "learn" from this nightmare. Yeah, that would work. He could ignore whatever the hell had happened a few loops ago and everything would be fine. Just like it always was.

Suddenly, the urge to check his phone for the time returned, and he scrambled to pull it out. In his haste, he fumbled with the device and after a few failed attempts to juggle it back into his grip, it fell. He watched helplessly as it rolled down the small hill and into the stream with a loud plop that made his eye twitch.

Without any remorse he exclaimed, "FUCK!"

He half tripped, half slid down to the bank in an attempt to save it before it got too much water inside. Whispering no repeatedly under his breath with a few expletives thrown in for good measure, he fished it out of the water and tried to dry it off with his shirt. Bakugou pushed the button to turn it on once, twice, and a third time before smashing it repeatedly with his thumb in frustration. But it was completely waterlogged and the screen remained black as though to mock him.

With passion he said, "Well, fuck. Now I don't know what time it is. Fuck."

He took in a deep breath, released it, and stuffed his dead phone in his pocket. Bakugou tried to estimate the time based on the sun, but all that did was make his eyes hurt and wound his pride. Instead, he began to jog back in what he thought was the general direction of the cafe.

Once he managed to end up back in familiar territory, he tried to figure out how he could tell the time. It wasn't like he could just ask some stranger, he wasn't weak!

"Fuck this!" he exclaimed to himself, garnering some irritated looks from a passerby, whom he promptly flipped off.

After a few minutes of increasing irritation, he decided that he would just loiter around the cafe until he saw the pro hero down the street. Bakugou suddenly had the urge to figure out who the hell this hero was, because he sure as hell hadn't ever heard the name "Eraserhead" before. Unfortunately, by the time he had reached into his pocket, he remembered that his phone was completely waterlogged, dead, and useless.