Change of Perspective (TodoBaku)

Chapter Forty-Six

Bakugo's POV:

I've been going to school all week for about two weeks now. It's tiring and I usually go to sleep at 8 now. I mean, I used to before, but then I stopped cause I couldn't sleep. School has been tiring me out recently, so I guess that's helped.

"So my dad is finally signing for my mom to get out," Halfie says. My eyes widen. "You're serious?" I ask excitedly. His mom was so cool when we met her. She was also really nice to me. She actually liked me.

"Yup, we talked about it a lot, but we finally made him agree to it. She gets out this weekend. He even bought a house for her nearby and told us that we could visit whenever. It's her house," he tells me. I smile and kiss him on the cheek as we walk to class. "That's amazing. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks babe."

"Now, you said no has bothered you recently right? No questions, no weird looks?" I nod. "Yup none of that. I mean, in the halls I get weird looks sometimes, but that's always been the same. It's just that now I know what they're talking about."

"Hey, when did Kaminari say we were going to his house?" I ask. "Uh, I think he said next Thursday, after school."

"Okay."

I'm going to the teacher's lounge, so I say by to Todoroki and we part ways. I've been telling him about the stuff with Ojirou, and he hasn't done anything since that night when we went to get ice cream. Halfie apologized I don't even know how many times, but it wasn't like he knew that was going to happen. It's not like he called Ojirou down to tell me all those things.

It took a while to get over it, but as Todoroki was helping me take off the Sharpie, he told me so many great things. He made me feel better. Kaminari nearly threw up, but pitched in when it came to telling me I was going to be okay.

I walk into the teacher's lounge and head straight into the closet. All the other teachers already expect me, so they just wave every time. I give a small nod in acknowledgement, and I see Aizawa put up a finger meaning to wait a bit.

I fiddle with my fingers, and after a while, he walks in, closing the door behind him. "How's it going kid?"

"Oh, you mean with the entire world knowing my dad beat me half to death and my mom neglecting me? Just peachy," I deadpan. Why do I have to be such an asshole?

"You've got a point. But hey, since the case is so close to finishing, it'll be over soon," he tries.

"It doesn't change the fact that everyone knows what happened."

"True, but it could be worse. They could know about your mental health, and that's something you're hellbent on keeping a secret."

"Wow, way to smooth it out for me, huh? Also, you already know about Ojirou. It's only a matter of time before he tells the whole school I had a breakdown, in front of him, over a couple of words," I groan.

"I've talked to him recently, and he keeps denying that he did anything. It pisses me off. I wish I could just punch that boring little face, but I'm a teacher. I'm a professional. That wouldn't be very professional of me, now would it?"

I laugh. "It wouldn't hurt to see him grabbing his face in pa-"

He punches me in the nose, and the pain is so unbearable, I cover my nose as if that would help.

"Nevermind."

"Hey, kid, you okay?" He asks clearly concerned.

"Just thought about my dad. I don't want to be like him and my mom, and yet, here I am, talking about watching people suffer. Such a hero, no?" I ask sarcastically.