'Till We See You Again | BakuSquad

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☁️ Third Person ☁️

They had spent the day together, and Bakugou had secretly enjoyed it. It was nice, being surrounded by people who didn't look at you like you were a villain. But not everything lasts.
It got late, and they had to go to their own dorms before they got in trouble by teachers, so off they went, leaving Bakugou alone.
At first, his plan was to be nice to everyone in his class, for his final day.
But why should he be nice to them when they were never nice to him?
So, he was nice to the only people who had ever looked at him as a friend, and he enjoyed that day so much.
But, when you get left alone, especially with thoughts as toxic as Bakugou's, you start to think even deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
Until you're emotionally hurting yourself, and then that turns into physically hurting yourself.
Which what was happening at this specific moment in time.

☁️ Bakugou's POV ☁️

I can't take it anymore, everyone hates me. Everyone apart from them...
What do they see in me?
I'm a villain.
A monster.
A good-for-nothing prick,
who doesn't deserve anything apart from pain.
They wouldn't be upset if I...
Would they...?
Would anyone be upset?
Would I finally be in a better place, where I could start over?
But then I'd be leaving them...
But they wouldn't care.
Right...?

It's getting hard to breathe, and it hurts. It hurts my heart, and my head, and every part of my body. Whatever it is makes me not want to sleep, but when I do, it makes me not want to wake up. It's weird, and I hate it, and I wish I knew what it was; and what it's doing to me. I hate it, but I also love it. I've gotten used to this feeling, the feeling of emptiness, the feeling that you get when you realise that you'll never amount to anything special, ever. The feeling that makes you so scared of everything around, but you have to act strong because they'll laugh at you for being so weak. The people inside your head, and the people around you who are supposed to care about, and love, you. It makes me not want to eat, but it makes me want to eat at the same time. It makes me feel fat, and ugly, and worthless, and talentless. It makes me feel like everyone would be better off if I died. It hurts so fucking much, and yet I love it. But I don't know how much longer I can fight away the demons in my head. It's so fucking hard that you'd never understand unless you were actually feeling it.

But who cares about me? It's all about Deku.
Deku this, Deku that.
Why can't something be about me for once..? Something good.
Unlike all of those articles of people wondering if I'm secretly a villain. Why couldn't my idol be proud of me..? Oh.
Because Deku is here, and he's way better than I could ever be.

Why can't anyone see that I'm in pain..?

The truth is, I'm a toy, that people enjoy.
'Till all the tricks don't work anymore, and then they get bored.

Which is why.
I'm standing on the edge, as my fingers slowly slip from the only thing that is holding me there.

"BAKUGOU, NO!"