Why Me? // A Bakugo Angst Fic

Chapter Four

~Kirishima~

Kirishima looked at the sleeping boy. He looked so small and fragile, so unlike how he always was. Kirishima still couldn't believe Bakugo didn't remember him. The way his best friend looked at him... like he was afraid of him... broke Kirishima's heart. He had to hope that once he was brought back to U.A his memories would start to return to him. Kirishima couldn't help but wonder, though. What exactly did the league do to him? He saw his condition firsthand, of course. He was covered in scars and was missing parts of himself, but Kirishima wanted to know exactly what they did. The way Bakugo looked when they found him... thin as a skeleton, and tied up, but what was more concerning were the headphones and blindfold. Had the league been depriving Bakugo of his senses for a long time? Were they hoping he'd completely break? Then there's another thing Kirishima was wondering about. Why did the league starve him? Did they get bored of him and decide to kill him? If so, why did they fight so hard to hang on to him? Kirishima couldn't think of a logical reason. That long of starvation was impossible to be anything but a murder attempt. Kirishima sighed. There were a lot of things he didn't understand about everything. He just hoped his friend would be okay...

~Aizawa~

Aizawa stood with Recovery Girl and a handful of doctors in the meeting room. They were working out Bakugo's situation. His condition still wasn't quite stable, but his mental state was so fragile that staying here in the hospital could stop him from ever recovering his memories. They were planning to send Bakugo back to U.A under Recovery Girl's care. They almost had everything ready for him to go back. They had not yet checked to see if Bakugo was able to walk, but since he would still have to be hooked up to a lot of things, they had a wheelchair prepared for him. Aizawa had his concerns that being around so many people that Bakuo didn't remember could be too much for him, but he knew that this was likely the best thing that could be done for the boy. Aizawa sighed. He hoped this would all work out in the end. The tired man gripped the handles of the wheelchair with many drips attached. He started to walk out of the room, not even bothering to say goodbye to the others in the room. They had all decided that Aizawa would be the one to bring Bakugo home. It was now time for him to go pick the boy up.

Aizawa reached the door to Bakugo's room and knocked gently, not wanting to startle him. After waiting a moment, he got no response. Aizawa knocked again, slightly harder. He got no response again, and as he was about to try again, he heard heavy breathing from the other side. Shit.

"Bakugo?" Aizawa called out wearily. Bakugo's breath was still heavy. "It's Shota Aizawa. I'm a pro hero and your homeroom teacher. I won't hurt you. I'm going to come inside if you can relax." For a few minutes, Aizawa got no reaction, but slowly, Bakugo's breathing became slightly less heavy. Aizawa knew Bakugo wasn't able to speak, so he hoped that it was okay for him to come in. Aizawa opened the door, and saw Bakugo's small frame mostly hidden beneath the blankets. He was shaking slightly, but his breathing was back to normal. Aizawa entered the room with the wheelchair. Bakugo slowly raised his head and looked into Aizawa's eyes. Bakugo glared at him, but didn't signal for him to stay away. Aizawa took a seat in one of the chairs beside the bed, and pushed the wheelchair forwards slightly.

"Good afternoon, Bakugo." He said. Bakugo nodded stiffly in acknowledgement, not breaking his glare. "As I'm sure the doctors informed you, you will be going back to the dorms today. You are still alright with this, correct?" Bakugo nodded again. "Alright, then." Aizawa said. "I see no reason to delay so let's get going, shall we? Are you able to stand?" Bakugo didn't respond for a few moments, before tensely shaking his head. "That's alright." Aizawa said. "Is it okay with you if I pick you up? I need to help you into the wheelchair." Bakugo was silently thinking for a while. He was biting his lip and looking down, but after an incredibly awkward few minutes, he tensely nodded.