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1.3

Chapter 1.3-
Guilt

When Bakugo slammed the door as he arrived home his mom was quick to get to him.
"Katsuki." The way she said his name pissed him off, her voice was firm but soft, that wasn't like his mother.
"What."
"I got a call from your school." He wasn't surprised, but he wanted her to be screaming, this just put him on edge.
"And?" He grumbles reaching the top of the stairs.
"Are you really bullying that girl?" She was hopeful he wasn't, she knew her son was a mean person but she didn't think he would actually bully someone like this. His soft no only causes her to break down.
Bakugo didn't know what to do, he'd never seen his mom cry. The guilt got to him, he only started sobbing quietly, he could only remember what had happened, remembering how the people he thought were his friends pushed him into the small pond by his school along with all his books, how he'd found the girls notebook that had been thrown in the day before.
"Go get changed" His mother says, her voice wavering but firm. He was thankful she didn't ask about what had happened. He could only sob from the guilt and the loss.

His eyes widened when he'd watched the wad of cash get placed in front of his mother. She had explained that they were going to see (y/n) and her mother, to repay them for how much he'd fucked up. He didn't know the aids were that expensive.
"You owe me" is all his mother murmurs, the rest of the trip was silent.

His mother kept him from the conversation between him and her mom, allowing him to wander around the small park only to pause when he spots the girl quietly feeding bread to the group of pigeons. He didn't know her well enough, but he could tell that it was like her, he only wanted to cry again because the reality of the situation was crashing down. He couldn't face her.
He tried to quietly make his way past her only to trip and scare the pigeons, all of them flying away.
That's when her eyes meet his.
He ran. Only to come face to face with his mother, her face blank.
Blood running down her cheek from where her earring had been ripped out.

As soon as he got home he sat in his room. He was suspended for a week, supposed to stay home reflecting on what he had done. His mom said if he even left his room for anything other than the bathroom or for meals he would regret it, and he would even if his mom hadn't threatened him. For that week he stayed in his room, when he wasn't sobbing he was writing about what he'd done wrong, when he wasn't writing about what he'd done wrong he was sobbing. A never ending cycle.

When he returned to school he found the girl at his desk, wiping it down. He wanted to do a million things, he wanted to apologize, maybe even become her friend. Instead he pushed her away and started to yell.
"Haven't you done enough!" He yells pushing her to the ground, "Haven't you already ruined my life enough! Now you're being nice?" He screams, tears starting to fall, "you should hate me!" He yells only for her to struggle but flip him, tried to ward him off, scooting so her back is against the wall, a scared look in her eyes. Then he finally noticed the sparks he was unconsciously producing.
He'd fucked up again.
He realized that when she stopped showing up to school. When the teacher explained that she'd transferred. When he was the one cleaning the mean words off his desk.
When he was the one alone.