Reaching...
[Even with Kazuto reaching out, Bondo doesn't know what else to do].
As he leaves his house, in the middle of the night, he wonders how the rest of them have their orientation. He wants to be there, but a certain, overshadowing feeling won't let him go. It's like a chain, pulling him back to the ground and his house, like a prisoner.
He types, as his phone sends a message for him. For Satou.
[Hey, just thought we should... Make a group chat, maybe? You know someone who might join our crafts club?]
He knows that's an obvious lie, but Satou can believe it. If he doesn't... then, he'll try to tell him he just created one, just for the three of them.
@ua-sugarman @ua-kojibondo
[Even if Satou accepts this, he won't take the hand. It's not for him].
Satou is in his house. Away from Aizawa. He left him quite a while ago. But that doesn't matter either way. He'll understand. Family comes first, after all. He has to share the few moments he has with his family, before they get back to work, and he starts with his own hero course work.
When he receives the message, he keeps reading it, over and over and over again, he can't believe it.
There's something wrong here. Did he accidentally made an arts and crafts club with Kazuto? God... This kid has WAY too much energy.
But he replies, anyways. It's not like baking isn't a an art.
[Yeah, pretty much. Not from my class. But managed to steal his number from the class rep! Why???]
He waits for a response.
[Even if Bondo is happy someone listens to him, he won't believe it].
He's lying on his bed. He still hasn't left it. He cried for hours on end without pause. He's useless. He knows that. No one will believe him. He's okay with that. Bondo does what he can do. He knows his limits. He's still stupid enough to be swayed by power and the chance of survival.
He can't believe he got that far enough.
Maybe he doesn't need it. He's too afraid to face Vlad-sensei, to face his failure head-on. He doesn't want to see his face of disappointment. He fears punishment.
Then, his phone vibrates.
He types a message. It's for a student called Kazuto Miki. He's from U.A.
[I don't think I'm in the mood right now. I probably won't use my Quirk for a long time. But...
Is it still fine if I join you?]
[Yeah, you're fine. Take your time with healing and everything. I don't really know how that feels but I'm sure that you're in the dorms, at least, that's what I think.
I haven't seen you out on the streets. And believe me, I have a network. Or... Well.. I have Kaminari, and he plays telephone for me, since I'll be training with Aizawa-sensei.
Aside from that, sorry if I didn't get to tell you... But well, I can't do anything else about it. So, considering the facts, do we make our arts and crafts club?]
[Even if the club is made, they can't really hold meetings because of differences].
Days pass and Satou is just pissed. Fucking pissed. Of course that 1-B kid had to step in. Of fucking course. There's a jingle that shows the punching bag is being held by someone, and Satou stops punching. It's Kazuto.
Dammit. Does he follow him?
He wipes the sweat from his face and tries to hand him a hand. Kazuto won't respond to that.
So. He's sharp. Cool. That means the guy is strong AND smart. Something he never can achieve, actually. The emotions get the best of him.
