(Bakugou)

Silence. There was a constant wave of silence, never showing him an ounce of mercy, never faltering, never letting up in just the slightest. The small popping of his explosions did nothing as he held his hands up to his ears. He could feel the explosions, the small vibrations in the air, but there wasn't even the smallest of clicks in his ears.

He did this every day… just in case.

His attention snapped to the door as the light in the top right corner lit up a bright yellow, an egg being the image that appeared on the screen. Breakfast.

The previous day, someone would have just opened the door and motioned to him that it was time to eat.

He hated that. He absolutely hated having people invade his privacy, he hated them feeling like they had a power over him, he hated that they thought he was weak and needed special attention.

He hated needing help.

He sighed soundlessly and stood up, moving over to the door and opening it to see the short-haired girl. The one that could float things.

Uraraka. That was her name wasn't it?
He remembered learning it after the sports festival. She had given her all in that fight, and that was all he was asking for.

"I'll be down in a minute." He spoke, she winced. He had obviously said it quite loudly. He frowned a bit and watched as she gave him a nod, a weak smile, and then quickly moved to go downstairs.

He shut his door carefully and moved to get dressed. He examined the scars and burns across his body, they were going away, but were still there. Sh*tty hair had taken a lot of the damage from the building falling on them. Which he guessed had been his intent, saying as he had hardened and moved to be on top of Bakugou in the last few moments.

He remembered the entire thing clearly. Right after it happened it had slipped away, but it didn't take long for nightmares to begin and pull the memory that had been lost, back.

He grunted, slipping on his uniform and his glasses. He glanced at his mirror and frowned further. He hated these glasses. He huffed and moved to the door once more, heading downstairs for breakfast.

Everyone's mouths moved when they saw him, as they always had.

"Goodmorning Kachaan!" he could hear Deku's voice in the back of his mind, from memory.

"Bro! You're up!" He remembered Sh*tty Hair's words.

"Hide all the bacon." He remembered Pikachu muttering in the background as he and Tape would quickly eat the food before running from his explosions.

But all that he could hear now was silence. He moved to the stove to get breakfast, reaching for a plate that sat on the stove.

He saw someone's hand reach for his; but he had already taken the burning hot plate.

"F*cking d*mnnit! G*d f*cking d*mnit that f*cking plate was hot!" He shouted louding as he gripped onto his own hand. It was obvious he was yelling, he could feel the vibrations in his throat, scratching and stinging from the volume.

Floaty girl retracted her hand with an apologetic look on her face, quickly saying something that he didn't understand.

She gasped, obviously realizing that he couldn't f*cking hear her. She made a motion with her hands that he just stared at.

"I told you all I don't f*cking know that stupid sh*t!" he shouted at her before he moved to the couch and sat down, gripping onto his burnt hand.

He didn't even have to look to know that people were talking around the room, and it was obvious it was all going to be about him.

He wished they would just move on with their d*mn lives and leave him alone. They were treating him like an infant that couldn't take care of himself. It was annoying as sh*t.

A ziploc bag of ice and a rag was plopped onto his lap. He looked up at Sh*tty hair and frowned.

"I don't need your help. I'm f*cking tired of being treated like I do." Bakugou spoke as harshly as he could muster.

Sh*tty hair grinned at him with those sharp teeth of his and took out his phone.

'I'm not helping you am I? Not holdin' your hand and wrapping it for you. You can do it yourself. What we've been doing for you is the same as we would do for anyone bro. The light was to secure your privacy. The sign language is so we can still talk to you. The ice is for your heckin hand. We don't think you're weak, or need to be looked after, we're making it to where we aren't losing you; and we're not going to let you lose to your hearing. ~K'

Bakugou glared at him silently. "You f*cking text too much. It's annoying to have to read it all." He grumbled as he looked away. Sh*tty hair simply grinned and sat down next to him.

Bakugou watched silently as Pinky, Tape, Pikachu and Arms walked in front of him towards the dorms. His ears were sore, he gently rubbed his hands against them before he felt a hand on his shoulder, huffing and moving to throw an explosion at whoever touched him.

Yet he paused. It was just Pikachu. He motioned with his hand again, pointing at him and making his hand into an O shape and then into another shape. A K? Maybe? Was he trying to ask if he was ok?

D*mn sign language nerds.

"I'm fine Dunce Face." He snapped. Pikachu smiled and nodded, his gaze moved past Bakugou to another set of Students walking on the other side of the arches. Bakugou followed his gaze to the pair.

General course students. Their eyes had glanced to them and had moved away the second they looked over. Their lips moved gently, as though they were whispering.

"Text me what they're saying." Bakugou muttered as his gaze returned to Pikachu, who looked upset already. The sparky boy shook his head heavily but obliged when Bakugou held a fist full of explosions up threateningly.

They were talking about the attacks on their class?

He shoved his phone back in his pocket with a growl and quickly moved forward to leave Pikachu and the others behind.

They were talking about things that were his fault.

He slumped into the couch with his arms crossed, watching as everyone's lips moved and he couldn't hear anything. Admittedly, he enjoyed not being able to hear Deku's annoying-a*s voice all the time. Though now he could never tell if anyone was talking sh*t. They all glanced at him constantly, thinking that he wouldn't notice.

Just because he was deaf didn't mean he was blind.

He glanced at his phone as it vibrated again. Tape freak was filling him in on everything as it was said.

'You guys know how to play instruments right? (Jirou) ~Sero'

'translate f*cker~B'

'Headphones~S'

He continued texting on what headphones was saying, being extremely annoying with it as well, bakugou watched as he bit his tongue, trying to type as fast as everyone was talking.

Right as Tape sent the message about the drums, Pikachu looked directly at the blonde, taking out his phone and opening the group chat they'd made to talk to him with.

(GC - Group Chat)

'GC~ Hey didn't you say you were forced to learn drums as a kid, Bakugou!? ~ Kam'

'GC~ how the f*ck am i supposed to do that without being able to hear dumba*s ~B'

He watched everyone's surprised expressions and cries of excitement when he didn't deny that he could in fact play the drums. He scoffed and glared at them.

'GC~ You saying it's too hard for you? ~Sero'

Bakugou twitched and stood up, snatching the drum sticks from Tape's hand and using his free one to shove him a bit. Not enough to actually hurt him though. He knew his boundaries.

"Doubt my f*cking abilities one more time f*cko." Bakugou snapped before he waited for them to set up a drum set.

This was easy. All he had to do was remember the rounds and be very heavily informed on when to start and stop.

He sat down in the seat and watched as they all stared at him. He smirked slightly and then looked at the drumset, gently placing his bare feet on the pedals, he tested them once. Couldn't hear a thing.

All he had to do was prove he wasn't too weak to do it.

He remembered what he was taught when he was little and mimicked it perfectly, the vibrations of the instrument were helpful, he remembered what it sounded like, old memories of him taking drumming lessons flooding back into his mind. He huffed as he looked up at his classmates, glaring at all of them as they squealed and grinned in delight. Morons.

His phone was then flooded with notifications.

The group chat was flooded with them saying he had to be on the drums.

"I'm not doing anything stupid." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood, moving to walk back towards his dorm.

A hand was on his shoulder again.

Headphones.

He snarled at her but didn't turn away. She texted him.

'If you do it, it will definitely turn out good! ~Jirou'

"There's no way it'll be good!" He shouted at her, she took a step back. He could sense that he had shouted too loud. "It's /that/ right? Some empty promise to let students from other courses blow off steam!?" He continued, slightly calmer. All the others stared at him as well. He continued on about how they never asked to be made the spotlight of the school, and that they shouldn't be doing this simply to please others. "Let's f*cking kill them with our sound!" He shouted finally. The others all yelled and jumped up, saying what he only assumed to be his name from the way their lips moved.

He shoved his hands back in his pockets and slouched over gently. They all surrounded him and continued talking.

It was getting late. He wanted to go to bed. It was already after eight.

They continued on about it, Tape continued to fill him in on everything. It wasn't really anything too exciting in his eyes. Just arrangements. They were far too excited for this. He wasn't interested unless they were actually going to beat the hell out of everyone there. He smirked at the thought. Everyone's gaze moved to the door, his own following suit.

Sh*tty hair was home.

'translate - tape is annoying~B'

He texted Sh*tty hair right away as he greeted the others. Deku waved at the blonde but was ignored.

'It's just Sero, Bakugou. He's not that bad. Just be glad you were actually filled in on the conversation.~K'

Bakugou scoffed at that and looked up to where the reahead stood, making his way over to him and motioning to his phone.

Sh*tty hair grumbled and said something to Tape before he began to take his place.

A moment later he was distracted though. The subject had changed to singing from his last text's information. Sh*tty hair had set his phone to the side.

Without another moment passing. Sh*tty hair was singing, then grape, and baguette? Then Headphones herself.

He frowned. As usual. Silence.

'im going to bed~B'

He texted Sharky before he made his way upstairs without another word.

'Alright! Sleep well Bro!~K'

He glanced at the text and then shoved his door open, tossing his phone to his bed and taking off his uniform jacket.

For once, he actually felt left out.