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Bakugo came to realize after awhile that the live-in acted uncaring about everything.
But not in the sense of that he was a melancholy person, living his life, thinking it had no meaning, which he had no idea if the guy was or not, why would he even care if he was?
It was more closely related to him not making other's feel obligated.
He simply 'did' things. Simplicities like opening a door for someone else, which he'd observed once.
It was never anything going out of his way, and it was never anything where he'd say 'You're welcome' in return. That always would indicate that a person was recognizing himself doing the thing for another.
Instead, his silence fed to Katsuki that he got no personal 'high' out of that person's 'thank you', which in most people, always led to positive internal high and mighty thoughts like: 'Wow I'm such a great person!'
That crap sickened him.
Let's get real. Everyone sucks.
But this Blue Balls, odd. The only vibe he got from the guy was that nothing was a problem for him.
"Hey."
Bakugo turned.
It was Iida walking down the hall towards him.
'Fuckin' great.' Bakugo rolled his eyes.
Satoko heard a voice outside the door and turned to stand from his desk inside the room.
On the other end, one thing that Kasaya noticed of his blonde room counterpart was that he hated being helped.
It made him so mad if he thought he was looked at as weak. That was a part of the pride he carried, which Satoko didn't have an issue with. He just made sure to look out with the things he did, never to make it seem that he was helping in anyway out-right.
That really was the issue.
Bakugo dropped some papers in the hall last week, only a few, and a random passerby stopped and exclaimed 'Oh my gosh! Don't cha hate it when that happens!' And she started picking them up and the wild-haired blonde snapped off to go poke around someone else's camp, except not as nice.
Needless to say, it sent the young lady running off down the hall with tears in her eyes. Satoko was sure she probably just was a kind-hearted fool, but she didn't 'get' or even know Bakugo Katsuki.
He was slowly figuring it out for himself as he heard his roommate's voice outside the door now. He really was exactly as Midoriya had said over their pizza about 3 weeks ago.
As any long time friends were, even if not friends anymore, as he was with his ex-one too, they'd been around each other so long that they knew each other's in's and out's like clockwork.
But he 'got' Katsuki to a point, who he also observed, preferred his last name. He wrote BAKUGO only in all-caps on everything, all his homework and papers. Which he left strewn out on his side, but Kasaya also noted, with reason. He was organized. All homework stacked in a manner that he could 'come back to'.
He'd never call him by name though, or anyone for that matter.
It was his quirk, which he had little to no control over.
At it's highest power, he couldn't handle it, it's third and last level.
But, some smaller first level, tiny actions he was practicing with, regrettably. Trying to learn to use it in a positive way.
Slow, it was all slow, dragging.
But no matter, his train of thought was that Midoriya was fairly ill-suited to be close friends with Bakugo anymore, they really were so different, but since he understood him to a point, and could manage living with the mongrel... Would Midoriya be the same with Ashley?
He looked out the peephole finally on the door and realized it was Iida and his roommate. Going on about something. He couldn't quite hear. But the conversation didn't look pleasant.
'Fuck no.' His own self answered that right quick.
All Ashley was suited for was the nuthouse. No 'friend' of hers went unused, no resource not tapped on, and all relationships fostered to be none other than her own will, he hated her, and he hated her family's intent.
Savagery.
He'd had such trouble getting away from it, someone as kind as Midoriya would probably be used up in a jiffy for her potentially deadly schemes.
Satoko was the opposite of Bakugo. He watched the blonde's shoulders shift through the little hole as they shuffled a backpack.
Of course, nobody had any idea what he suffered through; what realms of mischief and debauchery that he'd caused under that bitch's control. Without his brother extending a hand to help, some of the control wouldn't of been released from him.
Erasing her quirk... it was the hardest thing to do in the whole world.
If Bakugo didn't want to accept help, he'd accept it. Whatever, because honestly, he'd been the same way before he'd dealt with that harpy named Ashley Connely.
There had been a slight positive thing that came from it though, from her rock-bottoming him out, he discovered wisdom in his recovery.
He figured, Bakugo probably just hadn't had something so devastatingly bad happen to him yet. Something where he'd had to drastically and suddenly learn that sometimes you have to rely and trust in others.
From what Midoriya baffed about, that was on-point about him too.
Some day he will get knocked off his high horse, and it'll cause him to reach out in ways he never had to before.
'That'll be the day.' He snorted and smirked thin.
Satoko heard a shout, and that caused him to look more intently through the peephole. The Student Advisor had caught Bakugo on the way back to class, and was attempting to give him a lecture, or something.
Trying... was a better word.
Bakugo wasn't having it, for junior year had brought classes of different sorts where they no longer spent whole days together as class units, but only part of the day, and the rest was spent much like college, in different classes that students hand-picked.
"Why haven't I heard from your roommate?" Kasaya finally heard because it was a bit loud.
"How the fuck should I know Pipes!? I don't answer for him!"
Kasaya knew why. He'd been so consumed with his first weeks here he'd forgotten about trying to socialize!
Being normal. He sighed again.
He'd met Iida the 1st day (before Bakugo got there, introduced by Midoriya), and Iida talked to him only just enough to for Iida to realize that he, Kasaya, was kind of a 'cusser', and as far as visitors, he followed the rule set by the biker-looking roommate.
But that was really no excuse why he couldn't socialize elsewhere. He just didn't, and that was the point. He was 'keep to himself', much like Katsuki.
Maybe he should then? He cringed. He really only talked to people when they talked to him first, like that 1st day in the dorm, and there was a distinct fear attached to talking that he had.
It had to do with his quirk.
If he accidentally used someone's name, and the first level of his quirk happened, and knowing he might not be able to 'turn it off'...
All because of Ash. She'd made him use his quirk wildly, rash, to it's limits, the most extreme, and without her, it was random, confusing, and scary.
The conversation was getting messy. He kept hearing shouts. Iida's voice clearly was a match for his terror of a roommate's voice as Iida was quite a bigger guy, who had a deep pitched tone.
Somehow, he had to break it up. He was the one Iida wanted to talk to anyway, and he didn't want the dorm blown apart because of an outrage! He certainly didn't want anyone getting hurt in the process, and that was where it was going.
Bakugo was unpredictable!
"Go away Four-eyes! So annoying!"
'Uh oh.' He figured lying would dissolve it. Lying was as easy as drinking water.
If it wasn't for lying he wouldn't be free of her (for the most part), and his brother wouldn't of been able to save him. She had missed whispering the word TRUTH in his ear, and for that he was thankful.
He formulated quickly a script to try and get the best solution out to resolve the verbal fight in the hall. If it worked, it'd settle both of them, seeing as he tried to solve things without using his quirk.
What time was it? 6 o'clock? He scanned his phone, nope, 7. 'Perfect.'
He rustled his sheets up in his bed. Shut the light out, took his shirt off, and slammed on a pair of sweats, rustling up his hair. With that, he opened the door and stepped into the hall where they'd moved down a little.
Iida instantly got quiet as he seen Kasaya emerge looking dreary from the room and yawn, wiping his eyes.
Bakugo was still mouthing off about how he 'Could give a shit less about what the piece of trash did, he didn't know his schedule!'
Kasaya barked out making sure not to use anyone's name, "Hey! What's goin' on?"
Bakugo answered for him: "Fuckin' loser tracking down an asswipe!" It was more of a statement out into the air, than a direct at him though.
"I was asleep but not anymore." Kasaya kept his distance, and leaned on the wall by the threshold, keeping the door propped open with his foot. He kept it as non-directive as possible.
Iida went green in the face. It was his responsibility as an SA to check in on all dorm-bound students, that Satoko gathered, and with that line, he knew he had him.
With the first meeting, he could tell Iida was a very dutiful type of person, who knew when to apologize and was incredibly formal to a point where he absolutely deterred from causing trouble and turmoil in another. The shouting match here, undoubtedly was the work of Bakugo ruffling feathers.
Instantly Iida bowed and mumbled. "I'm so sorry if my actions caused you sleep loss, I humbly apologize. I was just doing my duty as an employee of UA to do the monthly student room assignment follow up."
He rose.
Satoko smiled internally. 'One down.' Now to quiet the other, who was still gritting his teeth and grr'ing out insults, mostly because he had just gotten back from class, probably didn't want to be disturbed, and was getting cornered about someone he knew nothing about.
It was all nonsensical jibber to Bakugo, and that was the very cheap talk and crap that set him off!
"The room is fine." The blue haired teen said plain. "Nothing wrong with it, except there's no free cable." He landed a smirk in there, trying to be funny. It wasn't his strong point, but it made him 'seem' more socialized than what he was, he supposed.
It was the exact 'carelessness' Bakugo had just been thinking about on his way back. It shut him up. His jaw snapped closed at the remark.
Nothing pertaining to him being 'moody', 'bothersome', 'rude' or 'arrogant'. Which is what he normally got from other people, which is what he was used to being described as.
He actually wasn't mentioned at all.
Iida turned, he wanted to utter out 'Are you sure?', but instead a huge eyebrow raise indicated his pure surprise, and suggested his thoughts: 'This is Bakugo we're talking about', and the blonde just snorted at his counterpart's expression as if to mock it.
With that, the Student Advisor snapped a pen and wrote in a notebook. "You?" He addressed Bakugo, who to his utter surprise, looked subdued.
"Whatever." Arms crossed, he turned on his heel and trudged towards the propped open door, slamming it open a bit more, a shove more less to get his point across that he was pissed, going into his cave like a bear.
Iida penned again that 'It was fine'. He'd have to share the finding with Midoriya and Uraraka!
Kasaya was still here and holding up!
Uraraka's 'mystical reading' hadn't come true!
Iida gave him another 'I'm sorry' expression as he had thought he'd disturbed him from slumber, and Satoko just waived it off in an 'it's not a problem' way as he went inside the room, door shutting behind him, leaving Iida just standing there mesmerized at what he'd just learned.
Who on earth would stay living with Bakugo!? Did Satoko have a death wish!?
He adjusted his glasses, snapping the pen six of seven times, staring at the closed door.
Then when there was no answer at the next door, he walked back by staring again at the nameplate 'BAKUGO KATSUKI KASAYA SATOKO'.
The lights were on now.
Bakugo, flustered to all hell was on his bed slamming shit out of his backpack, mostly books and dropping them in the bed. More less letting gravity take them and smack against one another. "I don't speak for you! Got it?!"
Satoko considered that as a compliment. Having someone speak for you in your regard is something people did in relationships, or in the olden times.
'Eh.' He thought over words before continuing. "I don't want that."
'WANT'. That word stuck in Bakugo's mind. He had no idea what he wanted! But, apparently that was one thing he didn't like, being spoken for. Exactly what Bakugo wanted, him to take responsibility for himself.
Because he took no responsibility for him.
"Don't let me get asked about you again dipshit."
The statement wasn't as rough of a tone as he'd had with Iida.
It was a Tuesday and the new month had started. August.
Bakugo still hadn't found a reason to yell at the roommate yet. Other than that scuffle with Iida a few weeks ago, he hadn't been spoken to since. Not by Iida or anyone else. It wasn't the blue life-form that had given him the issue, anyway, it was the glasses-wearing freak.
He allowed himself to start tagging the live-in as 'roommate'. He upgraded his status in his head, only because he's caused him little to no trouble at all, he was tolerable enough, and his demeanor was agreeable, and Blue Balls had woken up to respond to Iida, at least.
The room remained a sense of calm, and whenever he was pissed he knew he could come back to the room, and with the roommate's uncaring attitude towards everything, he could just do whatever on his side, and it not matter.
He could slam stuff around, be aggravated, but then... miraculously, after awhile it would go away.
Bakugo noticed that the room for him, it became a safe haven from the outside world that drove him mad, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, it was because he'd been paired with such a nonchalant person, who kept to himself, kept his mouth shut, and always seemed more interested in his own life than talking to him.
Which he preferred.
No questions asked meant less-to-no bothersome conversations.
Bakugo, he was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, when that familiar crack of light happened; the roommate meandering off.
'Midnight.' He looked at his phone, then sat it back down after the door shut.
Bakugo began to notice, the roommate was actually gone a lot at night. Every. Single. Night.
Clockwork.
He was mad at himself for even noticing!
Like he cared!
It shouldn't matter, and it didn't, but curious...
Since he didn't have any qualms with the guy, and he remained largely un-bothersome, Bakugo began paying attention.
He wasn't sure where that started happening!
This guy wasn't a tell-all like the others, like every other person who all they wanted to do was talk about themselves, he rather, said nothing, preferred to keep peace and just not even attempt.
The blonde's mind swam, was it that he didn't care about that, or that he did?
He cared about it, if 'caring' was even the right word, because it was the roommate's demeanor that kept the atmosphere in the room so still, 'Fine!' That he'd finally admit!
His fist smacked into a pillow. Temper explosive.
But, it was also, that he made it so damn easy to just not care about anything!
He punched the pillow a second time.
'So where the fuck does he go?' Bakugo rose.
Unsure why.
He whipped the sheets off. It wasn't that him leaving midnight on the dot every night bugged him.
Then what was it? He growled at his confusion.
Grabbing his keys and throwing on house slippers, as everyone indoors had on in Japan, he quietly opened the door and locked it, looking both ways down the hall, he had some coins in his pocket, a vending machine a good excuse for whatever dumb ass reason he was up at the moment.
He took a left and wandered down the sconce-lit hallway, dim, to the all glass lounge, the TV was on and someone in a hoodie was sitting up on the couch, and as Bakugo passed by, it was nobody he knew, a B Class guy sitting straight up but completely passed out. Some student who'd crammed too hard and fell asleep watching a show without finishing his homework, that sorry asshole would regret that tomorrow!
He snickered. Let alone waking up in the lounge of all places! The loser would probably wake up at noon, forgetting to set an alarm on his phone, and miss class all together.
Bakugo paced on down the end of the hall to the stairwell.
He declined the cement steps to Level 3.
Walked completely across, slowly, making sure not to make too much sound.
Empty.
Confused, 'What the hell.' A grumble.
This type of thing, you could get back in with an ID.
It wasn't a rule.
Level 2. He opened the side door.
But it was just a code of conduct more less... staying out late. No rule said that you 'couldn't' go out.
It was just... weird. Against the norm, or so he liked to think.
"Bakugo?" Someone from the side said as he had walked across Level 2 and was about to push the door for Level 1.
'Fuck.' His mind spurted. He whirled around and it was Ashido. 'Great. A talkative one.'
"Ah? What are you doing up so late?" She was confused, she'd never seen him down on this floor. He kind of looked like he wasn't just wandering aimlessly either, as she'd seen him walk past the Level 2 lounge before she exited her room, and that's when she seen him take a step toward the glass, realize it was empty, and then continue walking.
He jingled coins in his pocket. "Soda." His response was dry.
"Ah. Okay." Her tone wasn't very believeable. She knew that he wasn't down here for just that, because he 'kind of' seemed like he was actually looking around, like he'd lost something. 'Or someone?' Her mind wandered.
That was such an abnormal thought pertaining to Bakugo.
"The vending area is to the left over there." She pointed, she didn't want to be blown to high heaven. 'Just tell him where it's at Ashido', she spoke to herself internally.
"I know." It was all he said and he walked away, obviously irritated that he'd been stopped, but something in his tone contained that he wasn't as uptight about that as he was about something else.