The Future Firecracker

9 | ISOLATED

CHAPTER NINE
'isolated'

It's been a week, ish. Maybe more, most likely less. But the days for you did feel longer.

You had no idea what day it was. You kept telling yourself you were fine and that you were dealing with the loss better than most people who would've gone through the same as you. But clearly not.

It was still there. At the corner of your brain and your thoughts, through your eyes and your actions. A depiction of the impossible.

You'd see your dad standing there telling you what you could've done even though the real him would've said you couldn't have prevented his death.

Principle Nezu said he will give you as much time as you needed to be back to being comfortable in the school environment, as long as you stayed up to date with missed work. Your friends: Ochaco, Tsu and Mina came to your door every evening to give you the missed work and every morning to pick it up to submit.

As the world continued, you were trapped in your own imprisonment and the bars to your cage were the guilt about your dad's death. Your grey curtains stayed shut with the windows only open when people were in their classes and your dented covers became for shell from your social life.

Your 'son', Katsuro was staying with Aizawa in the teacher's dorm. You refused to let him go to some sort of orphanage to be separated from you. The little boy would always visit you during school hours with All Might to avoid unnecessary attention. You weren't ready to drop the bomb that you had a 'child' to your classmates just yet.

On your desk was just a plate of cold, untouched food. There were other things on it, but the other day after getting back, you took your anger out on your furniture and belongings. This lead to the scattered pyjamas, pens and notebooks laying across the wooden floor.

Today, assuming it was Wednesday, was supposed to be when your one on one training with Bakugou. Well, that's Kirishima said to you when he came to deliver last night's dinner.

You know that he was going to get annoyed at you for not showing up. But then again, he might actually have a half-decent heart and let today and the rest of the week slide.

You didn't have much to do in your room. So you just curled up into the corner of the bed to cry silently.

—

Bakugou huffed to himself while he sat onto the green couch in the living room. Everyone was quieter than usual and no one liked it.

He sat as far away from everyone as possible, only because he didn't want any of them to annoy him or talk to him. He unconsciously tapped his index finger on his thigh.

"Dude, are you nervous or something?" Kaminari asked, switching the channels on the tv while glancing at Bakugou.

"Shut up, dunce face. Why would be nervous?" Bakugou replied, raising his eyebrow.

"I don't know, ask yourself."

"You're the one that asked me!"

"Ay! Bakubro! Calm down, alright?" Kirishima interrupted, separating the two. "Both of you, stop it."

"I just asked one question..."