#deaf bakugo

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its always deaf bakugou and never Deaf bakugou 💔

[mirrrrinda]

Partially deaf Bakugou Katsuki being an asshole

You meet through your cousin Kirishima during a family get together, you already knew who he was but never had the chance to speak to him.

And you probably won’t want to try again, not after finding out he’s been taking out his hearing aids every time you talk.

“Your voice is annoying, and you talk about dumb shit”

That’s what he says to you when you confront him about it.

And it doesn’t end there, he doesn’t even look at you or try to read your lips to show some respect. You can’t believe this guy is friends with your cousin, sweet loving Eijirou.

You get in a few heated discussions about politics and hero work, those are the only times when he’s putting his hearing aids back on. Just to be able to point out where you’re wrong.

You see each other again more often after that first encounter, much to your disgrace. Kirishima insists on inviting you over for movie nights with his friends.

Bakugou complains about your movie choice and spends the rest of the night being a deaf idiot. Everyone is laughing at the screen while he’s curled up in the corner of the couch, munching on some garlic bread with a scowl adorning his face. They didn’t even put subtitles on for him! Not that he needs them, he doesn’t care about the film.

Every time you think that’s as stubborn as he can get he surprises you. He makes it a habit to take his hearing aids off whenever you’re in the same room, he avoids your look when he speaks and he makes sure to be extra loud with whatever he’s doing when it’s your time to talk, he doesn’t want others to hear your annoying voice as well.

It makes you mad, wanting to pull his hair until his scalp is bleeding. But he’s your cousin’s best friend so you can’t. Also you might find him slightly attractive, but just that, it’s not like you like him. You could never, he’s a huge dick-probably has one too- and he’s mean to you! So nope, no feelings.

One day he’s over at your aunts’ place helping make dinner, hearing aids ran out of battery during his last patrol and hasn’t been able to buy new ones. Your aunts are talking in the living room and they start asking him questions, but he’s not answering. So, you go into the kitchen to chastise him for being rude to the sweet ladies until you realize he can’t hear any of you.

You manage to catch his attention by standing in his way, god does he hate to share space while he’s cooking. There’s a trace of an ugly face beginning to show but it’s quickly replaced by confusion. You’re talking to him, with your hands. You’re signing. You know sign language. What. The. Fuck.

Before he can process what is going on he’s being told to respectfully hurry the fuck up so he can join your aunties and fill them in on the latest hero gossip.

He stands there in the middle of the kitchen, bowl in hand and knife in the other. There’s lots of people who know sign language, this is just a coincidence, they probably took classes while in uni. I’ve never seen them sign before though, and they’re not that good at it so this might be new. Or not. Why would they take a sign language class? I’m just imagining things. Hm. Even if I’m not it’s not that impressive, they’d probably be doing it just to spite me. No other reason.

He wonders if the hit to the head he received while at work is getting to him, cause suddenly you’re looking very pretty during dinner.

[mirrrrinda]

Bakugou Katsuki x gn!reader

TW: MENTIONS OF ED, just mentions of reader having a hard time eating around large groups of people, anxious behavior, fidgeting and just general discomfort when food and people are involved.

a/n: this is very self indulgent but I wanted to write Bakugou with an extroverted reader who deals with anxiety and food in a different way than the ones usually showed? Idk if it makes sense but one of the reasons why It took me so long to realize I had a problem with eating was because of how ed were represented in the media (also the lack of education and it being kinda taboo) so idk if you feel like this just know you’re not alone and it’s okay to ask for help <3

(also Bakugou is partially deaf in this fic)

Bakugou isn’t good at talking feelings. He’s never been. He doesn’t know how to put into words what’s going on inside his little pea brain and neither is he good at listening to others’ problems. But as he grows older he learns to trust people a bit more, lets his friends help him out and actually seeks out help when needed. He pays attention to the ones he loves and tries his best to be a good friend. He still isn’t good at it, but he tries.

He’s the first one to notice though. Like I’ve said he’s not a good talker but he is really aware of his surroundings. Everyone pictures him as a loud bastard with anger issues, but the first shared meals during lunch break at your shared hero agency prove otherwise. Everyone’s chatting animatedly, trying to make new friends and asking dumb questions he doesn’t want to answer. He stays silent, munching on his food while you talk and talk and talk until he ends up ripping his hearing aids off.

The pro-hero takes in the scene unfolding before him, around ten young adults gathered around the tiny table, all eyes on you as you move your hands and talk about god knows what, he can’t hear you.

It becomes a habit of his, joining the team in a temporary deaf state. He could just easily switch places with Kento or Salim, but he’s too stubborn to let your loudass affect him.

So he stays there, in his undesignated but still designated lunch seat. And he may not be able to hear, but he observes.

He notices how even though your hands move fast and steady, facial gestures comically accompanying the story you’re telling, your leg won’t stop bouncing up and down under the table.

He realizes that every time someone else gets the table’s attention and you catch him staring, the first thing you do is smile and tie your hair up. Then the attention is back on you and your hands are flying, almost stabbing him in the eye with the fork you’re holding, only to be put down once people stop looking.

You let your hair down.

You put your hair up again.

You laugh and talk. And talk. And talk.

Your plate is still filled with food.

You laugh and talk. You let your hair down. You grab a strand and twist it between your fingers.

You eat. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. You eat a little more. You laugh.

Eventually he realizes it’s all a show. Everyone talks, but you’re the one who gets most of the attention. You’re funny and interesting, people love hearing you talk and you love it when they listen to you. Especially when it’s you they focus on.

Your facial expressions are exaggerated, goofy, he finds it irritating. They’re looking at your face, your voice loud and clear hypnotizing them, it’s like they’re in a trance. There’s so much going on he can’t understand how these people aren’t feeling dizzy like he is. So he looks somewhere else.

You catch him looking at your food a few times, he’s not so sure if your smile is supposed to be friendly or if you’re begging for him to stop.

You eat. He knows that because he’s been keeping an eye on you. You do it alone, waiting till the very last minute of every meal break, once very few people are left at the table.

They don’t comment on it, the ones that do receive a lazy ass excuse from you.

“Oh don’t worry! I’ve always been a slow eater!”

“Yeah I know, I’m a talker so this is common for me!”

“It’s okay you don’t need to stay! I’ll be done in a bit go ahead!”

You’re not exactly lying, but it’s not the entire truth either.

He has seen you getting all fidgety when any sort of plans involving food are brought up during Friday nights.

He’s there when people won’t stop coming in and out of the break area, eyes looking around nervously as you finally give up on your lunch.

Katsuki knows. So he tries to help.

He’s not good at talking about his feelings, but for someone who talks as much as you do it seems stupid how little you’re actually able to say out loud.

He starts asking you to stay back during lunch breaks, it’s just that he needs your help with some paper work he couldn’t finish in time. You say yes and the plan begins.

Not even five minutes into the past due essay, he’s already pulling his bento out of his bag and setting his feet on top of his desk. He hopes you get the message and join him. You do.

And Bakugou is surprised. Not only are you eating but you’re doing it without bouncing your leg, or tapping your fingers, or playing with your hair, you’re not even talking. He tries not to stare, but his eyes are set on your face and how your nose scrunches up when you start reading what he’s written so far.

He’s obsessed with how cute you look with your hamster like cheeks, regretting having taken such a big bite out of your sandwich. You’re trying to criticize his work but you can’t talk with your mouth full, so you raise your hand and signal him to wait a second till you’re finished eating. You really are a slow eater. He laughs.

Once you’re done and start explaining to him what is wrong with the text showing on the screen, he stops listening. He’s worried he laughed too hard and made you feel self conscious, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable when eating around him. He calms down as he sees you taking a second bite out of the sandwich. Everything’s fine.

Katsuki keeps finding ways to get you to spend meal time with him, far from your loud coworkers. He still hasn’t talked to you about it, but he can tell eating with a big group of people makes you nervous.

It is fine if it’s just you two, maybe a few other people too but that’s your limit. He makes a mental note to stop staring at you.

You know what he’s doing, and you appreciate it. By the next month most of your meals are shared with the hero, sometimes other people join you and you find it okay. Katsuki always sends you questioning looks as if he’s checking on you, asking if you’d rather leave or not. A simple smile is enough to ease his worries.

There still are hard days, when you can’t really get much past your throat and you feel like shit. Days when you just can’t say no to a group outing, going out for drinks, celebrating someone’s birthday.

Some days Katsuki leaves small treats on top of your desk, others he lets you be. It’s nice, he doesn’t push you and he doesn’t ask, but somehow he understands.

Katsuki knows you’re fine, you can deal with this. He learns you’ve been doing it for a while now, but knew environments are always hard and it takes some time getting used to.

He still stares. And you still smile.

[rekikiri]

another HoH bakugo headcanon with a twist.

~

kirishima becomes so used to flicking the light switch on and off when entering a room because of bakugo that he just…always does it now.

he’ll go into kaminari or sero’s room and just subconsciously flip the switch.

none of their friends want to comment on it because they honestly find it quite endearing because it shows that he cares for bakugo’s comfort since he does it not to startle him. plus, it shows just how much time he spends going to bakugo’s room that it just is second nature at this point.

the rest of the class is just waiting for someone else to comment but they all find it really sweet so they don’t say anything for ages.

…until kirishima accidentally does it coming into class one morning.

[peach-scented-chupacabra]

Took a short break from commissions to finally finish up this hard of hearing Bakugo au piece

Image description :

A drawing with three panels. On the left is a tall panel, a man is facing away from the viewer, visible from just below his knees and up. He has spiky blond hair, a black button up shirt, baggy blue jeans, and an orange hearing aid. One hand is on his hip, his arm being cut out of the picture by the side of the panel, and his other hand is holding a leash. Connected to the leash is a golden retriever, looking up at the man with its tongue sticking out. The background of this panel is blue. The right upper panel is a small rectangle with a blue background. Overlapping this panel is a close up of the person’s face, he has reddish-brown eyes and appears to be talking. The lower right panel is a drawing of the golden retriever sitting down. It is wearing a red vest that has a circular patch with a drawing of a dog with one ear up, signally that this is a hearing dog.

[kakesuwolfart]

I totally forgot about his birthday til my amazing qpp sent me a message and decided I had to draw at least something for it! So it's less than an hour til midnight for me but I still finished before the 21st so that's better than usual XD Anyway headcanons overtake my art of him so ye undercut and hearing aids are part of any Bakugou piece I make

[hlinas]

Bakugo *signing to Shinsou* : “-and that’s why I ship them. She should totally go with the antagonist.”

Shinsou *signing back* : “ I agree but the love interest is also good ! They should totally be all together and adopt a cat”

Bakugo *signing faster* : “YES ! The cat should be called Lord Squishy.”

Kaminari *whispering to the rest of the Bakusquad* : we should have know that Bakugo would find new ways to insult people, look at that smirk… poor Shinsou

[unknownquery]

Misery Business

Chapter 6: Let the Flames Begin

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Going home to go to visit the ophthalmologist wasn't exactly a happy occasion, but Izuku was thrilled to visit his mom nonetheless. Ever since UA had built the dorms in his first year, Izuku had lived on campus, making trips home few and far between. The move had made a lot of sense, since he no longer had to use the train to commute to school, a big time saver. His mom had been worried about sending him away at first, but after visiting a few times and seeing how well he had adjusted, it wasn't as stressful for her. Izuku was relieved, his mom had always been a bit of a worrywart, her nervous tendencies increasing as his vision worsened. He wanted more than anything to prove to her that he could take care of himself, that she didn't need to worry about him.

As soon as Izuku opened the door to their apartment, he was enveloped in the warm, comforting smell of cooking food. He could hear a pan sizzling, and the click of utensils against crockware. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sensations of home surround him. "I'm home!"

"Izuku, honey! Welcome back!" His mom cried from across the room, no doubt standing at the stovetop, "How was the trip home? Did you have any trouble?"

"It was good. I got a little turned around in the station, but a nice old lady helped me re-orient myself." He closed the door behind him and started feeling along the wall for the hook where he kept his cane. When he found it, he pulled the wrist strap off his right arm and pulled it onto the cold metal before slipping his shoes off and putting them on the rack on the floor directly under the hook. He ambled slowly into the main room of the house, attracted by the savoury smell of cooking meat. After seventeen years of living in the same place, Izuku was very familiar with the layout of the apartment. The front door opened into a narrow hallway, with a closet to the left and the doors to the bathroom and his room across the hall from each other a few steps later. After that, the hall opened up into an open-concept eating and living area, where the kitchen, dining table, couch, and TV were all located. His mom's room was adjacent to that area.

As soon as he made it to the kitchen area, his mom wrapped him up in her arms. She was about a head shorter than him now, and he could feel her pressing her face into his chest as they embraced. The pounds she had gained over the years only made her hugs warmer and softer.

"Supper will be ready in a few minutes," his mom exclaimed cheerfully. "Why don't you change out of your uniform, then you can tell me all about your semester so far."

Izuku smiled and nodded eagerly, before heading back into his room. He felt along the wall until he reached his door. The All Might themed door hanger was still there, the small braille label pasted over his printed name. "Midoriya Izuku"

With a happy sigh, he opened the door. It was good to be home, the place he had lived with his mom all the way until high school. As a young child, he had decorated his room from top to bottom with All Might merchandise, and he hadn't had the heart to throw it away, even after he had lost the last of his usable vision. His vision loss had been slow, the technical term was progressive, starting with strange flecks of light- floaters- that peppered his view. After that had been the shadows, symptoms of retinal detachment, that started to eat away at his vision. Finally the glaucoma had set in, blurring the spots of vision he had left. Even then, before the shadows had completely taken over, he had been able to take in All Might's signature red and blue, and he liked seeing it all over his room, even if it was more or less a blur. Now he had had to come up with more creative ways to express his admiration for his favourite hero, buying things like plushes and figurines that he could appreciate even without sight.

He dumped his backpack onto his desk and grabbed his favourite All Might action figure from his shelf, taking it with him as he flopped onto his bed. His comforter was soft and smelled like detergent. His mom must've washed it before his return. He ran his fingers over the miniature All Might, index finger tracing the twin peaks of his plastic hair. Even though All Might was a teacher at UA, he hadn't had the chance to meet him yet. It was true he mostly worked with the Hero Course students, but Izuku was determined to meet him before he graduated. Maybe he would ask Present Mic. They had worked together before, after all. He brushed his thumb over the All Might figure's plastic chest absent-mindedly as he pulled his phone from his front pocket.

It had been two weeks since he started working on Bakugou's support gear, and they had made considerable progress. Their meetings were always tense, but Izuku had successfully tuned Bakugou's hearing aids, and he finally had the ear covers designed and printed. They were meeting on Monday (in Bakugou's dorm room, for some reason) to try them out. Izuku had designed them so that they let in some speech frequencies, but blocked out almost anything else. It wasn't a perfect solution, and Bakugou could do much better if he would let Izuku integrate a radio receiver with his hearing aids, but for whatever reason Bakugou refused. 'He probably just thinks I can't do it.' Izuku thought bitterly.

"You want to pretend to be a hero?" Bakugou had declared from the playground, explosions bursting from his palms, "You don't stand a chance without a quirk, useless!"

"What's wrong, dumbass?" Bakugou had taunted from the edge of the river, "Scared to cross a stupid log?"

Izuku had been scared. His vision had receded on the edges, and he had been constantly tripping, running into things. "It-it's not safe." He had muttered.

"You'll never be a hero if you act like a scaredy-cat!" Bakugou had sneered.

In the end, Izuku did fall into the river that day, and Bakugou had laughed.

Bakugou had never thought Izuku was capable of anything before, and Izuku was going to have prove him wrong. He quickly opened his text messages. No new messages from Bakugou. With a sigh, he rolled off his bed and put his All Might figure back in its place before going to his drawers to get a change of clothes. His drawers, like everything else in the house, were meticulously placed and organized. The top drawer was underwear and socks, the middle was tops and sweaters, and the bottom was pants. Each item had a different textured label stitched in the back to indicate the colour. Cotton was white, denim was blue, corduroy was red, satin was yellow, and none was green. He fished around a bit until he found a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, carefully folding his uniform on top of his chest of drawers before pulling them on. He was just plugging his phone into the wall charger when his mom called.

"Supper time!"

Izuku sat down at the side of the table closest to his room like he always did. Ceramic clacked against the table as his mom set his food in front of him, steam rising into his face.

"I made katsudon!" His mom exclaimed, her chair scraping against the floor as she scooted into the table across from him.

"Thank you for the food!" Izuku cried out cheerfully, feeling for the chopsticks on the right side of the hot bowl of rice and pork before him. He picked them up easily, poking around the bowl for slices of pork.

"How has everything been?" His mom asked after he swallowed his first bite of food.

"Alright... I'm getting a lot of work done, so that's good." Izuku explained vaguely, "I have some... difficult clients though."

"What do you mean difficult?" His mom asked quietly between chewing noises.

"They aren't exactly thrilled to be working with me, I guess." Izuku shrugged, shoving a big piece of pork into his mouth. He started feeling around for his water.

"Ten o'clock dear." His mom supplied helpfully, and Izuku closed his hand around the cool glass. She continued, "I'm sure you'll be able to win them over. You have a bright personality, and you're a talented engineer. And if anyone is bothering you at school, you know Power Loader or Present Mic will take care of them for you."

Izuku nodded, trying to offer his mom a smile. He hadn't meant to get so down, but he was tired. The stressful meetings with Bakugou at strange hours and out of the way locations were taking their toll. He absently rubbed his eye with his left hand.

"...Izuku" His mother said quietly, "have your eyes been bothering you?"

"A little bit," Izuku admitted, quickly retracting his hand, "I'm sure it's nothing."

"Izuku..." she said sadly, "you know what the doctor said."

Izuku put down his chopsticks and took a deep breath. He knew what his ophthalmologist had said, he knew what was coming at his appointment tomorrow. He just hadn't wanted to think about it.

"Yeah mom," he replied, his voice wavering slightly, "I know."

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Katsuki met Deku at the fire exit at the bottom of the staircase. It was the middle of the night, almost exactly three, and the dorms were almost silent, even when he put his hearing aids back in.

"Bakugou?" Deku asked nervously, when the door creaked open.

"Yeah, it's me nerd." Katsuki scoffed. Deku seemed to relax at his answer, his shoulders slumping in relief.

"Come on, let's go to my room before someone sees us." Katsuki muttered, elbowing Deku in the side so he would take his arm. They walked up to the fourth painfully slowly, Katsuki irritably tapping his fingers on his thigh. Deku had his head down the whole time, and even though Katsuki knew better, it almost seemed like he was watching his step. With each step up, Katsuki could feel the the nervousness start to pool in his stomach. He tried to keep his breathing even. He was just trying on ear guards. Any muffling of noise would be temporary. The sound would come back. Everything would be fine. There was no need to panic, he was way above panicking, anyway.

When they got to his room, Katsuki led Izuku to his desk chair so the nerd could sit down. It was painful to watch him move his hand through the air before finding the back of the chair and pulling himself into it. He looked so... lost. How could Izuku handle being that weak, that pathetic? He could barely function without help. If he was in Deku's shoes, he would've killed himself by now. That would be preferable to being helpless. Katsuki swallowed thickly. If the support gear didn't work, he might find himself in that exact situation.

After Deku had installed himself in the chair, his phone and cane on the desk behind him, he pulled his backpack into his lap and started rifling through it, dead eyes staring off into space. After what felt like an eternity, the nerd pulled out a plastic case, similar to the one he had kept the recording gear in. This must be the case for the ear guards. He popped it open delicately, brushing his fingers over its contents before pulling them out. Like every time they met, it was unsettling as hell watching Deku's head tilt to the side, eyes searching aimlessly as he felt things up, figuring out what they were. With the green hair and the pale sunken eyes, and the arms constantly held out to touch things, he looked a lot like a zombie. Creepy shit.

"Okay," Deku said, clearly trying to downplay his excitement, "they're ready." He extended his arm out towards Katsuki, the ear guards in his palm. Deku was about twenty degrees off from Katsuki's actual location, which made him snicker in spite of his rising anxiety. 'Useless nerd.' He took another look at the ear guards in Deku's hand. They were bright red, and far larger than his hearing aids. They weren't subtle at all, but they couldn't be. They were designed to fit exactly into the shell of his ear, covering his hearing aids and reducing the impact of loud noises. Deku had suggested a more traditional headphone shaped style at first, like the kind construction workers use, but he refused, not wanting anything bulky.

Hesitantly, he took the two pieces of plastic and rolled them around in his palm. They were smooth, but not rubbery, and they had a nice weight to them. He could see the reverse imprint of the shell of his ear, the irregular peaks and valleys, one one side. The other was completely flat. He took deep, deliberate breaths. These wouldn't make everything totally silent. That's not what they were meant to do. That didn't keep the stress from rising in him though. He must've taken too long to say anything, because Deku was "staring" at him, looking fidgety and confused.

"Let me know if you need any hel-"

"I can figure it out Deku," Katsuki snapped, "I'm not retarded!"

"That's not-" Deku started, but shrunk back, seeming to sense Katsuki's simmering anger. Katsuki was growing increasingly grateful he had decided to do this in his room and not on some godforsaken part of campus. He hadn't even put the damn things in his ears and he was already on the verge of another episode. Damnit. Why was this so fucking hard? He could put two shitty pieces of plastic in his stupid broken ears. In one swift motion, he snapped them into his ears, instantly regretting it when the world around him went silent. The ambient noises in his room- the fan, the clock, Deku's nervous foot tapping- all gone. His chest seized and his blood went cold. Fuck. Not again. He choked, his stomach churning. He was going to vomit. He was going to throw up all over his room in front of fucking Deku. Fuck. He shot a quick glance at the nerd, who was clearly trying to tell him something. His voice was muffled, incomprehensible? Was it the ear guards? Was it the fear he was drowning in? He couldn't tell. He tried to force breath into his lungs.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

"Kacchan?" Deku was right in front of him now, his face contorted in concern. The nerd reached out his arm, searching for Katsuki in the dark. "Are you okay?"

Katsuki knocked his arm out of the way, then ripped the ear guards out of his ears. "I've told you- I don't need your pity. Save it for yourself."

Deku must have heard the ear guards hit the ground, because he fell to his knees and started moving his hands in arcs in front of him, brushing them against the area rug on the floor.

Katsuki collapsed onto this bed, putting his head in his hands. Damnit. It was a good thing Deku couldn't see him like this. Vulnerable. Afraid. He took a shaky breath.

Deku popped up from the floor, ear guards in his hand and confusion on his face. "Bakugou... is there something wrong with these?" He asked quietly, tears welling in his creepy ass eyes.

"Yeah. They're fucking awful." Katsuki huffed, trying to hide how shaken up he was. The damn things worked, but he didn't want them. He couldn't handle the quiet, not anymore. He hated them, and everything they represented.

"They- they don't work?" Deku looked like a sad puppy, his dead eyes wide, eyebrows quirked up in worry.

"They work just fine." Katsuki growled, taking another shuddering gasp.

Frustration painted Deku's face, and he put his hands on his hips indignantly. "This is about me, isn't it?"

"What?" Katsuki deadpanned, confused. Why did the damn nerd think this was about him? Could he not tell what a wreck he was right now?

"You're ashamed to use something I built, aren't you?" Deku accused, shoving the ear guards into his pocket.

"This has nothing to do with you, dumbass." Katsuki snapped back. Deku really was stupid, if he couldn't tell how humiliating this all was.

"Then what is this about? Why the secret meetings? Why are you afraid of people seeing us together!?" Deku was getting louder, he seemed genuinely upset. Katsuki took a deep breath. He didn't have the energy to deal with Deku's bullshit right now.

"I don't want people to know, genius." Katsuki swallowed thickly.

"Know what?"

"Fucking damnit, stop playing dumb." Katsuki stood up from his bed, shoving Deku's shoulder, "I don't want people to know I'm deaf!"

"What? Why?" Deku's face was scrunched up in confusion.

"Oh my fucking god." Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Is it so difficult to wrap your head around the idea that maybe I don't want to go around parading the fact that I'm fucking disabled." He spat out disabled like the dirty word it was.

"It's not... you don't have to make a big deal about it..." Deku muttered.

"If anyone found out, it would be a big fucking deal." Katsuki spat, "Dynamight, disabled hero. Doesn't exactly have a good ring to it, does it?"

"Being disabled isn't a bad thing Ka-Bakugou." Deku said simply, his face full of infuriating kindness. There that nerd was again, trying to help him. Shit, it made him want to blow his brains out.

"What the fuck do you mean it's not bad?" Katsuki yelled, getting up in Deku's face, "I can't hear Deku! Without my hearing aids I can barely understand a word people say! It's a weakness! Having a disability is a fucking embarassment, not something that should be advertised! I'm going to keep mine a secret as long as I can!" He looked up at Deku, whose eyebrows were now furrowed in anger.

"You're wrong! How do you think I feel Kacchan?" Deku cried, "Everyone I meet can tell I'm disabled, it's practically written on my face! And you think that's embarrassing?" Deku gesticulated wildly as he spoke, tears welling in his eyes. Katsuki felt the exhaustion saturating him turn to anger. He was done playing nice.

"You know what? Yes! It's embarrassing, and you should be embarrassed!" Katsuki shouted, all restraint gone. "Your eyes are fucking creepy, you go around groping everything, you look weird as shit. I don't know why the fuck you don't wear sunglasses and save the rest of us the discomfort of having to look at you."

Deku, the weakling, started crying, which only enraged Katsuki more.

"I can't believe they're going to make you a hero!" Deku cried, "If this school is a place that lets bullies like you be heroes, I don't want to be a student here anymore!"

"Fuck you!" Katsuki screamed, grabbing Deku by the shirt. "You're just jealous because you never had a chance. If I were you, I'd take a swan dive off the roof and pray to be reincarnated with a quirk and functional eyes in the next life!"

"Uh... are you guys okay in there?"

Ejirou. Katsuki whipped his head around to see his friend standing in the doorway. Fuck. How much had he heard?

Katsuki pulled Deku by the shirt. "Get out." He snarled, pushing Ejirou aside, he shoved Deku out the door and shut it behind him. Even behind the door, he could hear the nerd sobbing openly.

Katsuki turned around to see Kirishima standing there, mouth agape. Katsuki slumped against the door and buried his face in his arms. He was so fucked.