Suddenly one day rumours about Bakugou's and Midoriya's middle school comes out. Everything starts changing for both of them in a good and bad way. What will happen to them , will Bakugou finally succeed in his hidden mission or will Class-1A find something shocking and life turning. (Update: Everyone is 18+ but technically uped the drinking age to 21 in their universe. If anyone is called underage or anything so take it as that. Started writing this back when I was a child/teen myself. So I apologize in advance for anything offensive written. Please just text me where it is so i will update it and censor it. ) Highest rating: 1st in dark comedy. #1 - dark comedy #15 - abused bakugou #33 - sad #54 - depressed #83 - trauma #140 - depressed bakugou #151 - sad bakugou #272 - bakugou #594 - abuse (Update: This was the earlier statistic// before I went on a haitus. The story is being continues now though.) Trigger Warning ;- Mentions topic such as s*lf harm , s*icide , r*pe , bullying , eating disorders , ab*se 18+ Mentioned ;- Bakugou -> Protagnist (O.C)s Reporter and Bullies. Class-1A -> Most of them/All of them Class-1B -> Shinso , Monoma , Kendo , TetsuTetsu and others either. It's a Bakugou X O.C Non of the digital art work is mine or the songs. I may have edited or drew some pics and I have mentioned those

Depressed Bakugo tries to hide his secret. However, things never go his way. Word Count Total: 134, 990

"You know, you weren't supposed to see them." He dropped my arm. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He grabbed my other arm, exposing those cuts as well. Bloody bandages fell to the ground and his expression changed. "Is this supposed to make me feel better?!" He held both my arms in front of me. I could feel his hands shaking. I could hear his voice breaking. He was yelling, but I knew it was a facade. He wasn't angry. He was worried. He was sad. He just doesn't know how to express anything else. "It's fine. Don't worry. I'm okay." He dropped my arms and stepped back a bit, looking down for a few seconds. He yelled in frustration, pushing me to the ground suddenly. I avoided eye contact. "In what world?! What part of your fucked up mind is telling you that this is okay?! Because let me fucking tell you right now, if you ever fucking do this to yourself again I swear...." He punched the wall and yelled in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again. "Get up." He held out his hand and I took it, standing up shakily. He grabbed my arms again, staring at them sadly. "Again? Why would you hide them again? Why this again?" He pled desperately. "You two." A different voice from across the hallway said, making us both jump a bit. Aizawa walked over to us, looking down at my cuts with slightly widened eyes, then back up at me with a concerned expression. "I need to talk to both of you."