He didn't want to be here anymore.

Bakugou stood up. Legs slightly wobbly but still holding and started walking. One foot in front of the other. Slow and steady.

Katsuki walked, down the hall, around the corner, left and right until the hunting noises coming from the hospital room faded away into nothing but soft murmurs and quiet shouts.

Going there had been a bad idea. Bakugou didn't feel better at all after the encounter. In fact, he felt like shit. "Never listening to a word coming from fucking shitty hair ever again," he muttered, voice coming out slightly slurred as he stumbled his way over to the entrance of the hospital building.

He was so fucking tired.

'When was the last time I slept?' he wondered absentmindedly, as the double doors slide open allowing the fresh summer air to greet him. Filling his lungs and expel the disgusting chemical air he had been breathing all morning.

His shoulders slumped in relief. It felt good. To just stand here, away from everyone, away from the guilt gnawing its way through his chest, and away from everything that made him second guess his actions.

Breathing in the evening weather and momentarily letting his eyes fall shut, Bakugou didn't move for a second. Tension bleeding out of his frame, and the rigid way he has been holding himself in ever since he visited the number four hero slowly softening at the corners.

This was almost nice. Bakugou had forgotten how fucking stress-free life actually was when his own failures weren't constantly being shoved back in his fucking face.

'At least shitty hair can't say shit for not visiting the uniform freak,' he thought, leaning against the hospital wall and away from the entrance so people could get passed him more easily. 'It was a shit show, but at least I went.'

The vibrating object in his pocked made him tune back into reality, and with a scoff of annoyance he fished it out of his jeans and pressed accept without bothering to check the caller id.

'Probably Aizawa -sensei', he thought distracted.

The shrieking curses that met his ear were anything but his teachers' lazy drawl.

"What the fuck," he cursed, pulling the phone away from his face and glaring at it. Annoyed for a second that the bitch had caught him off guard.

Her words, unfortunately still as clear as if the phone wasn't an arm length away kept drilling into his skull, almost making his ears bleed.

"Fucking shut up old hang," he growled into the tiny metal device. Bringing it close after swatting at his ear for a couple of seconds to check if everything was still functioning correctly in there.

"What did you just say brat," his mother hissed from the other end.

"I said," Bakugou snapped back. "Shut your fucking mouth bitch."

"You ungrateful hooligan," she roared. "Fucking waste of space and my time. Why haven't you returned back to your dorms huh? Your blonde friend called me asking about you, so you're clearly not there. Do you want to get kidnapped is that it? Do you enjoy getting all the attention? Having heroes fall all over themselves to come save your ungrateful sorry-ass?"

Bakugou felt his body tense right back up again. What the fuck did she just say? Why the fuck was she talking about the shit that happened to him as if she fucking understood? Did the hag even know where he was?

Apparently she did, for the second thing out of her mouth was-

"Are you disturbing the resting time of that boy again? Don't you have better things to do then follow him around? Hah, and you used to make fun of sweet Izuku for that kind of pathetic behaviour-"

Bakugou gritted his teeth to stop himself from lashing out. He was fucking tired, and the woman just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Comparing him to fucking Deku. How fucking dare she!

Someone most have interrupted her on the other side, for she quickly seized talking.

Good. That gave Bakugou at least enough time to force back every foul word he wanted to throw at her, every piece of hateful ammunition he had against her and what the fuck he thought of her inability to fucking raise him right.

There were rules after all, and Bakugou wouldn't cross the line like that. Even if his nerves were more frayed then usual after today's encounter, even if he felt like collapsing and hitting his head against the wall till it bled.

There were rules, and Bakugou wasn't gonna be the one to break years old traditions.

She never mentioned his panic attacks, as those were one weakness he couldn't fight against if she dredged it up, and he didn't mention how fucking terrible she was at parenting.

It wasn't the best of compromises, but it fucking worked. So they didn't change it.

"Katsuki?"

That was the old man. The hag most have given him the phone. "Yeah," he grunted.

He could practically feel the soft smile that response elicited from the old man.

Fucking pathetic doormat, but Bakugou still found himself relaxing again under his father's familiar tone.

"Are you still at the hospital kiddo?"

Best Jeanist had called him that.

Shaking his head furiously he bit his lip. 'Not now Katsuki,' he thought, muttering a quick yes to his dad at the same time.

"Ok," his dad said. He sounded distracted.

Probably holding mom back, Bakugou mused, lips twitching slightly at the image of his dad on the phone with one hand and holding the hag back with the other.

"I'm gonna pick you up ok? You can stay with us for the day and then your mom will drop you off at the dorms tomorrow. Does that sound good to you kiddo?"

Fuck no. That sounded terrible.

"You don't have to old man," he said, eyes continuously scanning the streets. A habit he'd gladly developed after the kamino incident. "Aizawa-sensei is picking me up."

"Oh," the disappointment was evident in the old man's voice. Bakugou bit his tongue.

It was for the best. If he had to deal with the hag in the jittering state he was in currently? Bakugou would probably blow the roof of the house, his mom along with it. No, this was for the best.

"Ok son," his dad said, a little more warmth returning to his words. "Stay safe ok?"

Bakugou nodded, allowing a soft noise to escape his throat so his dad knew he'd heard him. "Now I'm just going to pass the phone back to you-"

Bakugou's finger pressed the end bottom. 'Yeah right as if he was gonna let the hag rile him up again.'

Instead he dialed in a familiar number he knew by heart and pressed the phone back against his ear.

Waiting for the call to get through.

"Hello?"

The recipient of the call sounded exhausted as hell. Voice sounding scratchy and distant from likely being woken up from his nap. "I'm at the hospital entrance," Bakugou said, device tightening slightly in his grip. "Could you come get me Aizawa-sensei?"

Some shuffling could be heard from the other side, until Aizawa's voice came through more clearly from the phone. "Go back inside idiot. I'll be there in ten."

Bakugou let his shoulders relax in what felt like poorly disguised relief. "Just don't fucking make me wait too long," he snapped at his teacher, before ending the call and walking back inside.

Aizawa worried too much.