Note: Heavy swearing and mild blood warning

I am so fucking screwed.

Bakugou just wanted to check if blood was seeping through his, admittedly pathetic, bandages.

Of course I can't even see it. Just my luck.

Even if Bakugou could physically turn his head to look on the back of his arm, there was about zero percent chance that he could do it without anyone noticing.

All he could do was sit and wait.

Will anything ever work out for me? Hint hint, no it fucking won't.

He was busy trying to find out how to find some privacy to reapply his bandages without being caught when the teacher slammed a book on his desk. He realized he had been zoning out. Going off the look shitty hair was giving him, he had been for a while.

Not my damn fault. He'd be zoning out too if his arm was bleeding all over the damn place. This is such bullsh-

Bakugou's thoughts were cut off the teacher saying, in a frustrated tone, "If you are not willing to pay attention and learn, you can leave the classroom!"
Bakugou considered getting up and leaving, but he didn't want to... everyone has their attention focused on him.

He can't risk them seeing the blood.

God, I can't even handle people looking at me weird now... I'm getting too paranoid. Guess that comes with the whole 'vigilante' shit though.

Bakugou shook his head a bit, ripping himself from his thoughts. He looked into the teacher's eyes and cocked an eyebrow.

He knew that his reaction had been slow enough to raise suspicion. He had given up on caring about that. He had bigger, more pressing issues to deal with.

Such as his arm.

Bakugou realized that the teacher had already gone back to teaching, apparently taking his response as a sign that Bakugou would stop making a fuss.

Not that I was making a fuss in the first place, I wasn't even doing anything. I guess everyone just hates me. For good reason.

...

Good. I hate them too...

Bakugou shook his head again to stop his thoughts right then and there.

No need to spiral down that rabbit hole.

The teacher had began talking more about math. Algebra maybe? Who knows. Not Bakugou.

This is why my grades are shit... none of this makes any sense!

Bakugou was trying to look at the board, but he could feel eyes still lingering on him. It made him uncomfortable, but he refused to squirm under their stares. He continued staring at the board, trying to understand it, but he could still feel the tingling under his skin.

Kirishima will lose his shit if I can't help him with this. Not that it matters. It's not my fault he's an idiot.

Thinking that made Bakugou a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't quite know why.

It's true. Stupid ass walnut.

...

If anyone asked he would say that he meant it.

He doesn't know if that was a lie.

The lines between truth and excuses is too blurry as it is.

Sighing internally, Bakugou picked up his pencil and began drawing on his notebook. He only did it to get people to stop looking at him, to make it seem like he was taking notes. Only because of that.

(He didn't know who he was fooling. Not himself)

Bakugou drew a small cat playing with a ball of yarn. The cat's head was a little too big and the legs were a bit off.

It looks hideous.

At least Bakugou no longer felt the tingling feeling he hated so much. People weren't looking at him anymore.

If you're going to stare at me, look me in my eyes. Don't be a fucking coward.

He ignored the part of him telling him that he was no better. That he's always coming up with lies and excuses.

Bakugou paused, forcing himself to focus. He looked back at his drawing. He erased the cat and started drawing a person.

It soon became obvious that he didn't know what to draw, so he just stopped focusing on that and thought about other, more pressing matters.

Such as his arm. Which still hurt a lot.

Bakugou looked down and realized he had subconsciously started drawing himself as a vigilante. He stared at his pathetic drawing for a little longer, then balled it up.

At least it captured how lame I look.

He sighed internally again, then raised his left hand. Normally he would raise his right hand, but his arm hurt like fuck so screw that.

Bakugou didn't think it mattered, it was just something that his mind lingered on for whatever reason.

Even if someone did notice, which they won't, it wouldn't mean shit. They wouldn't know what it means, and if they did they still wouldn't care. Why would they?

Bakugou waited for what he thought was way too long before the teacher sighed and called on him.

"What is it Bakugou?" He sounded like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

That's a little rude, fucking dried up marker. Not that it's undeserved.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Bakugou knew that he seemed suspicious... he never asked to go to the bathroom in school. He was just too drained to give two fucks.

Besides, what's so wrong with wanting to go to the fucking bathroom...?

Even the teacher seemed surprised when he said "you may go, but be back quickly."

Bakugou stood up, and almost grabbed his bag before realizing that would be even more suspicious. Fortunately he had a roll of bandages already folded up in his pocket. As he moved to head towards the door, he made sure to keep his arm pressed to his side, just incase it was bleeding through.

Once he was out the door, Bakugou immediately went to the nearest bathroom, moving as fast as he could without being suspicious. He didn't even bother to check that nobody was watching.

As soon as he got there he all but ran to the mirror and looked at where his injury was.

Fuck.

There was a lot of blood. Bakugou tried angling his arm the way he did before when he was trying to hide it, but the blood was still very visible.

Bakugou didn't have a spare uniform. His mother and father were working, and even if they weren't they wouldn't want to pick him up. Skipping class was not an option.

Fuck.

...

Everyone saw. Everyone saw. Everyo- they all saw. They know... they have to know... There's nothing I- nothing I can do...

Bakugou violently shook his head.

Now is not the time for this 'paranoia' bullshit.

Bakugou redirected his thoughts to try and asses his options, but it didn't help. Bakugou still didn't know what to do.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice when someone walked into the bathroom.

He didn't see them stare, then hesitantly pulling out their phone to take a picture.

He didn't notice them leaving.

He never even realized they were there.

He hadn't realized that it was already too late.

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