As much as I love My Hero, these are not my characters. They belong to someone else and I just like to make them suffer. With that on to the fic!
It started with a small fight. What about? Neither boy could tell you. One second they were fine and the next Bakugou and Midoriya were screaming at each other in the middle of the dorm buildings kitchen. Horrible words spilled from the enraged blonds mouth. Cursing the green haired boy loudly, drawing the attention of all of class 1A. The class watched on from the hallway leading into the kitchen as the boys fought, completely unaware of their presence. It was then that the whole argument turned against them.
“STOP IT DEKU! YOU ARE SO FUCKING ANNOYING! JUST LEAVE ALREADY!”
“IF THAT’S HOW YOU FEEL THEN MAYBE I WILL TAKE YOUR ADVICE AND KILL MYSELF!”
They both fell silent. Bakugou stared at Midoriya in shock while Midoriya covered his mouth. “I…I’m so sorry…” He muttered.
“What is he talking about Bakubro?” Kirishima asked as he steped forward, making them both aware they had an audience and have had one for a while. “You didn’t actually say that….did you?” Bakugou’s head had dropped and he stared at the floor, unable to look his friend in the eye. “Bakugou tell me you didn’t tell him to kill himself!” Kirishima demanded. Still the blond kept his eyes to the floor. Tension rose in the air as Kirishima got pissed. “TELL ME YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT!”
“I CAN’T!” Bakugou yelled back. Finally making eye contact with the fiery red head. “I DID IT! I TOLD HIM TO AND I CAN”T TAKE IT BACK!”
Yelling broke out amongst the students as they all looked at Bakugou. He took each hurtful word, knowing he deserved it. They all called him horrible things which he knew he deserved. His friends taking turns to yell and even slapping him a few times.
Shouts of “How could you”s rang through the dorms as the Deku Squad carefully pulled Midoriya away. He too had crossed a line. There was an unspoken rule between them that the “incident” would never be talked about. He had broken the rule and now Bakugou was paying the price for it.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Midoriya mumbled to his friends.
“You did nothing wrong Deku. Bakugou should never have said that to you.” Uraraka said as she pulled him into a hug. “Don’t worry. We will take care of everything.” He cries at her words. Knowing that she didn’t know the whole story, or how they both had grown. It just made everything worse as he cried harder.
After he had calmed down he explained everything to his friends and how Bakugou had changed since coming to UA. It made Bakugou sound worse. Especially when they found out Bakugou hurt Midoriya physically, with and without his quirk. They told him it was ok to tell them and everything would be fine.
Things weren’t fine and absolutely not ok.
That day Aizawa was informed about what happened and many things happened. A new seating chart was made with Midoriya in Hagakure’s seat and Midoriya in Uraraka’s. Jirou was switched with Sero and Bakugou’s old seat was now Satou’s. Bakugou was now surrounded by people that could physically stop him if he became aggressive. He was also forced to wear a quirk suppressor collar, to ensure no quirk use was possible. He had mandatory counselling three days a week, community service on the weekends, and was no longer allowed to be less then three yards away from Midoriya. And so much more.
In less words, his life became hell.
Bakugou attempted to talk to his friends but they ignored him or pushed him away. When he tried to answer questions in class he was overlooked. Even when he got hurt in training now Recovery Girl healed him to the bear minimum before kicking him out of her office. No one wanted him.
The realization of this hit him like a ton of bricks. No one cared about him anymore. They all hated him and for good reason. Who would want a bully as a friend? This caused him to spiral into his darkest thoughts. I hate myself. Unworthy. Cruel. Mean. Villain. Villain. Villain….
His thoughts were repeated every second of everyday. The words left a bitter taste in his mouth, making him nauseous. He stopped eating to get the feeling to go away but it didn’t work. Neither did the sleepless nights he started to have more frequently. He had taken to writing out his thoughts. His counselor thought it would help to get his emotions out in a less destructive manner.
This worked for awhile but as he became more depressed so did the writing. His depression made him uncaring, not his usual way but worse. He stopped caring about basic needs like eating, sleeping, bathing and things of that nature. He stopped caring about school and homework. He didn’t care about his perfect attendance anymore. Bakugou had become a shell.
When he explained it to his counselor she prescribed him an antidepressant that was supposed to help…….That was weeks ago. And Bakugou had never felt more sad and alone since.
(START OF TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELFHARM)
He found that pain helped him feel alive after stubbing his toe one day. It was the first time in a long time that he felt anything besides crushing despair. He started with small things. Pinching himself. Running into things on purpose. But that got boring fast.
He stepped it up after getting a paper cut from his journal. The small cut caused him to feel so much more and he craved it. He started cutting himself with his razor, scissors, pencil sharpener and any thing else he could find. He took to wearing long sleeves and sweatpants. He never cut his upper arms as they were visible in his hero suite. They all stayed where his gauntlet would cover.
Finally feeling something, he got back into school work. He had started putting up a front that he was ok. Fooling everyone, even his counselor, except for the small green haired boy who knew him best.
(END OF TRIGGER WARNING AND START OF A NEW ONE FOR MAJOR CHARACTER INJURY)
His secret came to light during training. Bakugou and Satuo were teamed up to fight a special hero guest, Gang Orca, when a building with “hostages” started to collapse. Before Satou could turn or Orca says that that wasn’t a part of the training, Bakugou moves.
He didn’t think. It looked like Midoriya out there instead as he moved into the building. Everyone in the booth watched as “hostages” were thrown out of the doorway. One. Two. Three, four. On the fifth one the building fully fell, trapping Bakugou inside.
“KACCHAN!” Midoriya yelled as he raced out of the booth and to the rubble. His class followed him but stopped short when he, Aizawa, and Gang Orca started trying to dig him out. “HELP US!” He yelled.
“Midoriya….why should we help? He’s been nothing but mean to you. He’s just a villain.” Mineta said.
Midoriya turned to him. “Why? Because he’s my friend! Because even after everything he has done, I know he is a good person! Everyone makes mistakes! He never actually meant it! He had already apologized but you all made him feel horrible! Its your fault, all of you, for making him so sad!” he yelled. “If you don’t help, then you are not a hero. You are a villain, and I’m not friends with villains!”
His words shocked everyone to their core. Midoriya was right. They had seen the change but didn’t care. If the situation had been reversed they knew Bakugou would secretly help them. He would have talked them through it. Because he had to live with the guilt every day. And they made it worse.
Slowly they all broke up and started to help uncover the blond. It wasn’t until Kirishima moved a large slab of concrete that things got worse.
Bakugou was under it, barely awake and breathing hard. His head was bleeding profusely as were the parts where the rebar were sticking out. His gauntlet was destroyed and gave everyone a good look at his arms. The scars and new cuts on full display as he struggled to breathe.
“BAKUGOU!” Kirishima yelled. He got down next to him and started trying to stop the bleeding with parts of his costume. “SOMEONE GET RECOVERY GIRL! CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
Bakugou coughed a bit as he looked up. “Ki-kiri?”
“I’m right here man. I’ve got you.”
Kirishima teared up. “No. We did this to you. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry ok? Please, please just hang on for me.”
“It-…It doesn’t hurt…..not- not anymore.” Bakugou mumbles. “I’m dying…..aren’t I?
“No. You are going to be fine. Just hold on.” Kirishima pleads.
“It’s ok…I’m finally…what I wanted to be. I’m-….I’m free.” Bakugou smiles as he closes his eyes. A cough causes blood to well up into his mouth as the rest of his former squad comes over. They speak softly to him, apologizing for not being there when he needed them. For being mean. He just chuckled around the blood. “Idiots. I never h-hated you…….” He says weakly. His eyes slip closed as he mutters “I f-forgive y-you….” and falls limp.
If you would like to see a part two where everyone says sorry then like this post and give it tons of attention. Bakugou isn’t dead I promise so don’t worry about that. Hope you enjoyed and feel free to request more fics. Stay Angsty!!!
