Find Your Way
The two stared at each other, waiting for the other to move, neither wanting to make the first attempt.
Emerald and dark brown eyes stared and stared and stared.
The scritch scratch of a crayon on paper echoed in the room as Eri continued to color in front of Izuku, ignoring the stare down at the moment, concentrating on the masterpiece she was making. She wasn't affected by the tension that her current guardian was exuding in the presence of the therapist. Only interested in drawing.
Not that Hound Dog minded all that much. No, the problem was that the little green bean was being stubborn and not communicating during their sessions. This was the third one since their return to the school grounds, but the kid was refusing to communicate in any form, not even JSL was being utilized.
He wasn't sure how he could help the kid if the kid wasn't willing to open up to him even on something as simple as how his morning had been going.
Before the whole Yakuza thing, Izuku had been doing mandatory therapy and was doing well. He had gone over several different traumatic events and he had been moving forward. They had even gotten onto the subject of his relationship with Bakugou and the course of actions they could take to help prevent too much interaction. Though Izuku had made it clear that he didn't want to have the other boy moved out of the class and he himself wasn't going anywhere either.
Something that Hound Dog did not agree with. He wanted to have a healthy separation of the two but Izuku had made it clear that nothing like that would happen.
'Because he's got friends now, actual friends that are helping him be better.' He had explained, even as he twiddled his fingers together and looked off to the side.
Hound Dog shook his head as he returned back to the present. At the moment, Izuku's selflessness when it came to Bakugou wasn't what they needed to talk about.
They needed to talk about the present problems. The PTSD had worsen during his time with the mafia, he didn't want to be touched by near anyone, except for his mother and Eri. He flinched at loud sounds and he could hardly look at his classmate Tokoyami at the moment. He couldn't even return to the common room to be around his friends without Eri somewhere nearby.
But he couldn't help if the boy didn't want to talk to him. Didn't want help at this time and would only glare at him with those dull looking jade eyes. He could read the exhaustion and hopelessness in them and he couldn't figure out what to do to help.
He glanced down at Eri, who was now drawing a picture of what seemed to be herself and Izuku, both in white clothes and frowns on their faces.
"Eri, can you tell me about what you're drawing?" He needed to change gears and go after a different avenue. Something that might bring Izuku up and out to speak once more.
"It's me and Izuku!" Eri stated with a firm nod. She had yet to smile about anything but with the trauma she had experienced at such a young age, he wasn't surprised. It would take time and effort and for her to be comfortable in her new environment. Things that wouldn't happen right away. "When we were with Overhaul, we wore matching clothes all the time." She explained as she picked up a red crayon and began to draw a red triangle behind the two.
"I heard he was a very scary and very bad man." He threw a glance up as Izuku stiffened and the boy sent a glare his way. "He hurt you and Izuku a lot."
"Hmmhmm." She picked up a yellow crayon and added sharp narrowed eyes with the ragged red triangle. "I tried to be good." She stopped drawing as she set her crayons down to turn towards Izuku. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough to stop him from hurting you." Tears flooded her eyes as her lips trembled.
Well, that wasn't what he wanted to happen but it was most likely good for her to express either way. He sat back in his chair as he watched the teen instantly soften his entire demeanor and slid onto the ground with her. He pulled her into his arms as the little girl cried out and completely fell into her tears.
"It'll be alright Eri, we'll get you through this together." Hound Dog assured as he moved to settle on the floor with them. "None of what happened was your fault." He met the dull jade eyes with his own warm brown. "It was neither of your faults."
FYW
Working through Eri seemed to be what was going to happen for the time being. He sighed as he adjusted his legs so they wouldn't be falling numb so fast before he returned his attention back to Eri. "They locked you into your room together?" He looked over the picture, a small bed with two little lumps covered with a pink blanket. The room itself was dark but the bed was a bright pink with a little light appearing here and there around it.
A safe haven.
"Overhaul wanted me to have a friend." She explained as she pushed that one away and instead pulled a new clean sheet towards her. "I was always alone, I didn't have anyone to talk to." She gave a shrug.
'We were a control for the other.' Izuku signed, a new development after their third session like this. Hound Dog talking to Eri and Izuku clarifying things as they went. Sign was the only way he was communicating and he tried to keep it short. 'He used us against each other.'
"Did you enjoy having Izuku there with you?" A tough question, especially for a little girl that had known exactly what situation she was in at that time. A bad place that caused only hurt and pain.
She hummed as she created a scene of the room once more, this time of her and Izuku playing on the floor with blocks and a couple of stick figures that were most likely dolls. "I wasn't alone anymore." She whispered sadly.
"You had someone there to help with a lot of the pain." Hound Dog stated calmly, knowing the time bomb he was stepping on here. "Whatever you went through, he was there to help with it."
"But…but it was….all of it…it was bad." Her hands trembled as tears began to fall down her cheeks once more. It was the third week of their meetings, four days a week, and this was a normal occurrence now. The little girl held so much pain that just the scent made Hound Dog want to howl in rage and anger. "He…he hurt so…so much."
Izuku gave a sigh as he pulled the little girl onto his lap and settled his head against her head as her face buried into his chest. 'It was worth it.' He signed against her back, eyes meeting the therapist. 'We were trapped together, we suffered together, and we made it through together.'
"That's something to be proud of, even though the pain is still there, just like how we talked about with Bakugou. You'll continue to feel that pain, it won't just go away, you'll just learn to grow around it." He gave a canine smirk as looked at the two children. "You'll both concur this pain and the agony you feel with it eventually, but for now, keep grieving for what you went through and what was lost. There's no timeline on healing."
FYW
"I don't understand." Hound Dog grumbled as he looked at the pacing teen. Another week had passed and now the Cultural Festival was about two weeks away. Eri and Izuku had made great leaps in their sessions, getting so far as getting Izuku to sign with at least the therapist, his mother, Eri, and Aizawa. "What exactly happened to cause you to punch Todoroki of all people?"
Which was why the teen was currently in front of him.
He'd gotten a call from Aizawa, stating he was sending Izuku to him for an emergency session while he delt with his class, because for some reason, a fight had broken out between three of them.
Surprisingly, Bakugou wasn't involved in this at all…at least…not physically at least.
No, the fight had broken out between Todoroki, Uraraka, and Izuku. Punches were thrown and screams were exchanged between the three friends.
Now it was his job to not only find out why but to get Izuku to calm down and try to work through the buttload of emotions he was feeling at this moment. Especially with the way that his quirk was currently sparking erratically around him. He hadn't seen that since that once conversation about Bakugou's horrible reasoning and how Izuku felt about that.
Whatever had caused this incident and Izuku's current mood, it was almost dead even with mentioning his former bully to him now, not to mention what that bully had done to him in the past. What could his friends, friends that had proven to be more protective and loyal than any other person Izuku's own age has done in his life?
'We went out.' Izuku signed calmly. 'Just to get ice cream. Me, Eri, Todoroki, Uraraka, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Present Mic-Sensei. Just to give Eri a chance at something different for the day. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, tugging at the ends to try and ground himself.
"Knock that off. IF you need to mess with something, use this." Hound Dog tossed a Hand Gripper at the kid, who instantly began to work it in his right hand. "Don't resort to physical violence on yourself or others to try and relieve frustration. We've talked about this before."
'Right, right, right.' Izuku thought to himself as he looked down at the hand gripper, gripping as tightly as he could before releasing his grip. He started the entire process over once more as he went back to pacing. He had to pocket the gripper when he signed but that was okay, he could pull it out and use it as needed. 'We had all ordered something and then Kirishima asked if he could order something for Mina, Sero, and Bakugou as well. Nothing too horrible at all, it was actually really nice of him to think about his friends. He was even going to pay for it himself.'
"Okay, I agree. That was really nice of him to ask and then offer to pay." He was confused. He knew Kirishima, had even had several sessions with the boy, but having this starting off with Kirishima was strange. The boy wouldn't start a fight without a good reason.
'Yeah, right! That's what I thought too! But then Uraraka said that they could just let Bakugou without, he didn't need to have any.' Izuku shook his head in irritation. 'Kaminari said that was a little uncalled for and then Todoroki stated that it really wasn't. That Bakugou really didn't deserve anything nice, just like his dad.'
Hound Dog watched as the teen's fist closed around the hand gripper so tight that he could hear the device creak ominously. Good thing he had extras if that one was broken. "Ok, I'm guessing comparing Bakugou to the current number one hero wasn't a good thing."
'There's some things that aren't mine to tell, but when Todoroki stated that, I kinda lost it.' He admitted. 'I shouldn't of punched him or sent Uraraka flying, but I mean, come on! I don't need them doing any of that!'
"Any of what? It sounds like they were just taking pot shots at Bakugou, even without him there. You and I already know that neither of them like the other." He gave a shrug at the raised brow that was sent his way. "Yes, I know, understatement."
'They hate him, and I get why, but I never asked them to try and interfere with anything that has to do with me and Kacchan….I mean Bakugou.' He huffed as he sat on the couch.
"They all know what he did to you, I can understand them being overprotective because of that." Hound Dog really could too. He was excessively protective of the staff, viewing them as pack and family all in one. He hated when the news or villains took shots at them and he couldn't do anything about it. "It just sounds like they're trying to keep you safe."
'But they're trying to fight a battle that doesn't concern them!' He signed frantically, pent up anger and frustration finally leaking out. 'I'm not weak! I've never been weak or incapable, but it seems that since they found out about Bakugou and after the Shie Hassaikai stuff, I'm suddenly too weak to protect myself in their eyes. But I'm not!' Tears flooded his eyes and he hissed in anger. He hated being an easy crier, tearing up over anything that made him emotional. He didn't want to cry right then, he wanted to be angry.
Hound Dog gave a growl as he ran a hand over his shoulders, trying to get the little hairs there to relax. He could see some of the problems the teen was experiencing now, especially concerning the two subjects at hand. "They're probably not realizing how they're treating you. They might just think they're trying to protect you."
'And I get that!' Izuku growled himself as he gave a mighty squeeze on the hand gripper, ignoring how the handle bent under his fingers, leaving impressions there. 'But that doesn't mean they get to take pot shots whenever, especially not just because they're mad on my behalf! I didn't ask for it and I don't want it! And the way their fighting is just making them into what Bakugou was! A Bully! '
"Well, maybe you should talk to them and explain that to them. They're not going to realize how uncomfortable or angry you get over something like that unless you tell them." He offered up. "Also, I think you've been bottling things up again, Izuku, have you been journaling like I asked you?" Something they had started two weeks ago, something Izuku could do to get his emotions out healthily when exercise wasn't an option.
No one wanted the boy to pass out again because he had tried to train to sleep one night. Ran himself ragged and was only found because Aizawa did headcounts and two heads had been missing from the teachers' dorms. Eri had been coloring in the corner when Izuku had passed out, scaring her half to death.
The teen gave a guilty look and a shrug. 'Kinda….I just….I don't like writing about myself or my days. Especially if I don't know if Nedzu-Sensei is going to try and take that one as well.'
"You still haven't had your notebooks returned then?" His brows furrowed in concern at that. He had been informed about the notebooks and what information they held, but felt that since only Nedzu had been the only one to decode the notebooks, that the boy should have them back. It seemed another visit from him and Aizawa was in order to the principal…again.
'No, he hasn't returned them and I'm scared he'll take this one too.' Izuku could only admit this because he had come to trust the counselor, not even Eri knew his fear of the notebook disappearing, only his mom. Now Hound Dog as well.
"I'll take care of this with Aizawa, for now, continue writing in that journal. Also, I suggest talking with your friends about what happened and why you did what you did. They should listen to you if they really consider themselves your friends, alright?" He stood up and walked over to the door beckoning the kid over with a wave. "Come on, I'll escort you back to the dorms, I'm sure Eri is already bouncing to see you again. This is the first meeting we've had without her after all."
Izuku smiled at that and nodded his head in agreement. He was more than ready to be done with the day and return to the little girl that relied on him so heavily and who he relied on so heavily in return.
FYW
"I heard you almost destroyed your room last night."
Not a twitch or even a movement from the teen. He was too busy being curled up in a ball at the moment, Eri currently being snuggled against his side with a stuffed green bunny in her arms. "Izuku was hurting." Eri stated solemnly, eyes staying closed as she kept herself up against the teenager.
The Hound Hero nodded his head in agreement even though neither saw him do so. Nightmares were expected, more so now than ever before. He wasn't surprised that this had come up, this wasn't the first time either, the first being the night they had returned. Eri had woken from a nightmare of watching Izuku be torn apart, her quirk had activated afterwards and only Aizawa's quick reactions had kept anyone from being rewound before it was too late.
"I bet he is. I don't think he'll want to talk today either, so how about you and I talk instead Eri. He can listen to us and maybe that'll help him feel a little better." A distraction was always a good idea to help out, but that didn't mean that this would work. It was worth a try though.
"Hmm, what should we talk about?" She questioned as her crimson eyes opened to stare at him, curious and hopeful. She was always up for help Izuku out, no matter the problem or whether she could actually help. It was endearing if not a little worrying about how dependent they were becoming of each other.
"How about your day? What did you do today while Izuku was in his classes?" A safe topic that should help ground the teen and give Eri a chance to try and explore the environment more. She had hardly been out of a teacher's sight, let alone Izuku's, so she hadn't really got to experience a lot at the moment outside of a normal day at U.A.
"Lemillion came and played with me today, along with his friends from classes, they showed me calla….carma….dandan….sen dance." She stumbled over the word, one that Hound Dog wasn't really familiar with and the flapping of her hands over her head didn't make sense to him either. Though from the snort it got from Izuku, maybe he knew what she meant. "They also showed me ponies! There's a purple one with wings and a horn like mine!" She exclaimed with her hands up in the air. "She did magic like me but it didn't hurt everyone around her."
"Hm, that sounds interesting. Do you know the name of the pony?" Something to relate to outside of Izuku and the heroes around her. This could be a very good start.
"I don't know." She mumbled as she snuggled back into Izuku's side, who slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But there were other ponies too. Normal ponies and ones with wings or with horns. It was really pretty." She twirled her fingers together.
"Was there anything else? Did you get to color or go outside and paly?" Normal child actions, ones he wasn't sure she was able to experience in her time with the yakuza. Though from what he was able to gather from Izuku, the teen had been able to do some little kid things with her while imprisoned.
"We colored and watched the ponies before Izuku came and got me." She finished. It was obvious she was tired and from where Izuku was looking up from his lap, so was the teen. "When…when can we go? I'm tired." She rubbed at her eyes, yawning at the end as well. It was adorable.
"Soon." He promised before meeting Izuku's own eyes. "Think you can tell me what your dream was about?" Now to use this chance to get to Izuku, even if he didn't want to talk about his dream, at least this way he could say that they tried.
The teen looked at him for a long time before sighing and moving his hands into sight. 'It was during out time with Overhaul, when I was separated from Eri during her experimentations.' He started as his face drained of what little color it had.
"You two were separated from each other rather often, correct?" A standard thing to happen with captives. Take away some of the comfort and threaten to keep it that way if they didn't comply. One he was sure was used rather frequently with these two.
'Yes. Overhaul experimented mostly on Eri, he would occasionally draw blood from me, but he rarely hurt me besides overhauling me.' He explained as his hands began to shake. 'What he did was always worse than overhauling me, I wish he did that more often then what he actually did.'
"What was it that he did?" Dear lord, please tell me that Midoriya Izuku had more done to him than what anyone though. Please tell him that he wasn't about to have the boy sent to Recovery Girl to have blood tests and certain examinations done on him. He wouldn't be able to look Aizawa in the eyes for a long time if that was the case.
The teen didn't respond for a long time, one hand running through Eri's hair while the other tugged at his pants for long painful minutes. 'In my dreams he does horrible things to me. He'll take whatever he wants and leave me nothing behind before tearing me apart and putting me back together just to repeat it all over again.' He gulps as he trembles but continues on anyways. 'In real life, he would just put me in the middle of the room, I could stand or sit, it didn't matter. I'd be the only other person in the room, no furniture or items were in it, just the two of us.'
"You'd be alone with him? No interference or anything from anyone?" Please for the love of god, don't make this into a pedophile and rape case. Please.
'No one was allowed to. It was just him and I. He wouldn't say anything but he would take his gloves off and…and touch me. It was never sexual, at least, not in the normal way I think.' He scrunched up his nose as he thought about how to explain. 'I always kept my clothes on and he never tried to touch me in my…in my privates or anything, he'd just…run his hands through my hair or over my face and arms. He'd even rub at my back for a while before he'd leave with his gloves back on.'
"So, just so I'm clear with this, there was no sexual touches or him trying to force himself on you?" That was a clarification he needed to have. Non consensual touching was one thing, rape was a whole other story.
'No, never. It was just….just weird. I know he took x-rays of my feet, probably because of the extra toe joint, as well as x-ways of my jaw and abdomen.' That made Hound Dog blink in confusion for a second before shrugging. It wasn't super important at this moment but he'd card it for later thought.
"Okay, so non consensual touching and you mentioned your dreams were a lot worse than just that. Can you go into depth with that? You don't have to but as I've said before, it helps to talk about it." He leaned back in his seat to give a sense of space and allowed the teen to think about it. This had to be a willing thing to talk about, not just something he tried to force. It wouldn't help if he forced it.
'My dreams are of that room. Just the two of us, just like normal, but then he'd take his gloves off and start off with the normal touches. A touch to my hair, my jaws, my shoulders, and backs.' His hands clench together or a moment before he released them to continue. 'Then he'd start going lower, to my chest and stomach, and the first few times he tried to touch my thighs, I'd wake up. After a few times, he'd move to my knees and down to my ankles where he'd grab those and rip them up. I'd slam my head onto the ground.'
Silence for a long while, Eri just sitting there and leaning into the big brother figure she had adopted and who had adopted her in turn. Hound Dog watched the two or a long moment, allowing the teen to gather his thoughts. He'd let him take as long as he needed as this was a lot more than they had gotten in a while, focusing more on Eri the past couple of sessions.
'I'd look at the ceiling or a long time as he'd run his fingers down the tops of my feet before running them along the bottom. Then he'd come to my little toes.' Here he puts his hands on his feet and holds tight to where his little toes are, eyes and jaw clenched tightly.
"Breath Izuku, come on now, count with me…4,3,2,1 and hold for 8,7,6,5…." He brings Izuku through the counting for several minutes as he tries to figure out what was happening in that dream. SO far, that was sexual at all, but there might be later on, this was just where Izuku had chosen to start.
'He took my small toes….' Was finally signed to him after a long moment but Hound Dog could already tell that would be the end of the session.
Izuku was too pale and sweating now, his breathing was somewhat even, with a bit of a tremble, but it wouldn't take a lot for it to get worse if they continued.
"Alright, how about we end this here. I want you to write in your journal, about any dreams or thoughts or experiences. Good, bad, horrible, or bland. Write it all, it'll help you. Eri, can you make sure he does that?"
"Yes, I can do that!" she promised as Izuku gave him a weak smile.
It was a start to the trauma and pain that the boy had suffered, it would just take time to parse it out. It was a start.
FYW
"You cannot seriously think that you can keep those notebooks." Hound Dog growled at the principal, eyes narrowed at the little weasel. "They're a coping mechanism for him."
"As I've explained before." Aizawa growled right along with him. The two of them stood in front of the principal, both on the same page about those incredible notebooks that the teen had created. "They give him something to ground himself with and to distract himself with when his thoughts have drifted off to undesirable thoughts."
"It'll help him in his healing and PTSD responses, especially since his first response is to grab a notebook and write it down. But he won't do that now." He met those beady black eyes head on as he continued, his hackles rising in his anger and his words muddling slightly with barks. "He's too afragrrr of you- bark- taking those toorrrrrr….." He shook his head as he tried to reign his instincts in.
"The information that's held within those notebooks are took dangerous to just leave laying around." Nedzu stated as he brought his cup of tea up to sip at. Like speaking about a student's mental health was just another passing hobby that he didn't have to worry about. An annoyance he didn't want to deal with in truth but one the humans around him tried to force repeatedly. "We cannot allow the information to get out if he gets careless with one."
"Except you'd have to be on your level of intelligence to even hope of deciphering them." Aizawa pointed out. "They're beautifully coded and I had no way of cracking that code, he even admitted that the only two people that had known how to crack it were his mother and Bakugou. Both of whom were or are incredibly close with him in the first place."
"I took a look at them as well. I spent weeks looking it over and I had him give me a simple sentence with several hints. I've still been unable to figure out what it says." Hound dog held out the piece of paper to Aizawa to look over as he turned back towards the principal. "Besides, the notebooks won't leave campus and they're just as safe in his dorm room, which is in the teachers' dorms. No one else can get to them easily if at all, let alone crack that code."
"No kidding. Even with these hints he gave you, I have no clue what he wrote." Aizawa put the paper down on the desk and Nedzu huffed. "I'm in the dorms with him and Eri nearly all the time, and when I'm not, one of the others are there."
"Do not forget that there is a spy on campus. We still do not know who it is." Nedzu tilted his head before giving a great sigh. "Though I do agree that they are safe on Campus regardless of where on campus. Are you sure that this will benefit Midoriya's wellbeing?"
"Absolutely. They give him an outlet to allow emotions he doesn't want or know how to deal with. Taking them away has taken away a comfort tool and a way for self-expression." Hound Dog explained calmly. "Giving them back will give those things back, not to mention his confidence in his notebooks staying with him and in his care."
The stoat was silent for a long moment before sighing and nodding his head. "I'll return them within the next few days…."
"No, I'll be taking them back now." Aizawa stated calmly as he glared down at the principal. "You'll hand them over and I'll be returning them back as soon as we're done here. After that, you'll not even try and take them without his permission and reassurance that they'll be returned to him as soon as possible. If I hear otherwise, you will not like my response Nedzu." The teacher gave a sharp grin. "Or Midoriya Inko's response, I'm sure."
That got a twitch from the principal before he sighed again and nodded his head. When he jumped from his chair to retrieve the notebooks, Aizawa and Hound Dog shared a fist bump.
FYW
"So, have you done the homework I gave you last time we met?" Hound Dog looked at the other for a long moment, waiting quietly. Trying to rush this one was never a good idea and allowing him to come with his own thoughts at his own pace was always the best chance.
"Yeah, though I don't think Ashido would have allowed me to get away if I hadn't." Bakugou grumbled as he slumped onto the couch, arms crossed over his chest, and a scowl etched on his face. "Goddamn ass wouldn't stop bugging me until I sat down and did it."
"So, what were some of the things you wrote down then?" The question was about a simple homework project for the boy, a list of things he wanted to try and improve on. He could even ask for help with his friends to figure out where he was weak and needed improvement. A project that Hound Dog had given after the teen had come storming into his office, yelling about how it wasn't fair that he failed the Provisional Licensing Exam because he wasn't 'nice' to the proctors.
"Tch, Kirishima and Ashido both helped me with this, so don't fucking blame me if his shit sounds shitty." He grouched as he pulled out a notebook from his bag and opened it up. "Between the three of us, we decided on five major shitty things I could fucking improve on. We thought about other shit but these are the top fucking five."
The blonde looked up at Hound Dog with questioning eyes. "Five things are good, I'm proud of you guys wanting to focus on a few things instead of several. This'll be a good start, I'm sure." He assured as he waved his hands at the teen.
"Fuck, okay, so the first one is using names. I'm shitty at names to begin with, so I use a description to try and remember them. They're fucking simple, like Racoon eyes for Ashido or Glasses for the pres." Katsuki stated as he rubbed at his cheek in embarrassment. It was a failing on his part and one he need to work on.
"That'll take some work for sure. Some people are just naturally bad with names but improving on it will help with your hero career. Names are important in this career, so yes, a good one." He nodded his head with a proud purr.
"The second shit is trying to be patient with people. Ashido already stated my damn temper is horrendous and that I can't fucking expect everyone to be on my level. Patience with the others will make it easier to work with them, at least, that's what she said." He shook his head, already knowing that this would be another one that would be difficult.
"We've already established that was something to work on. You've already made a few leaps in the right direction, so we'll keep working on that. I'm sure your friends will be more than happy to help with that as well." He gave a nod in approval.
Katsuki huffed before looking back down at his notebook. "Teamwork is something I suck ass at. I've known that for years, I fucking hate working with people." His mind jumped to Todoroki and Deku….Izuku right away. "I always feel like I'm being put down like a shitty piece of gravel or something."
"Which comes from the inferiority complex we've gone over. We'll keep working on that and I'll give you some exercises to work with to make it a little better when you have to do a teamwork exercise. I'll even talk to Aizawa about putting you with people that could help with that problem." Which normally he wouldn't interfere with training, but this was important to help in Bakugou's improvement. Once he was more settled in that area then he could back to randomizing the team ups.
The teen was silent for a moment before nodding. "I think I'd like that. I hate admitting it, but some of the asses in class rub me wrong and I just wanna blow them up."
"Good, thank you for telling me that. I'll have that talk with Aizawa then." The counselor nodded as he wrote a reminder to do just that. "Alright, so what's the fourth one then?"
"I need to work on communicating when I'm fucking tired or overwhelmed. I fucking hit Kirishima the other day because he wouldn't shut the fuck up. The shitty noise coming out of his fucking mouth was too much and I couldn't take it." He explained with a growl. "I didn't know how to tell him to shut the help up so I smacked him one."
"Which isn't good. Yes, communicating when you don't want to speak or hear others speak will help in the long run. That's a good one. We can do some exercises and I can give you some to do with your friends when you have time. That's brave of you to admit to."
He huffed in irritation, knowing that it wasn't really brave, just a basic social skill he lacked, like a lot of the other ones he was lacking. He wasn't sure if it was just because his middle school years were fraught with so much bullshit or because his head was so far up his ass he forgot to learn them. Either way, he was missing a lot. "That fucking last one is apologizing. I don't fucking understand what I need to apologize for a lot of the times, mostly because I don't damn well realize when I'm in the wrong. So I need to learn how to spot when I am wrong and learn to apologize for the right thing I did wrong." Which was really important apparently. "At least, that's what both Kirishima and Ashido thinks, I don't fucking know." He rubbed at his face.
"No, this is a good one. Like how you tried to apologize to Izuku before, you apologized for the wrong thing. You didn't understand what you did was wrong in a whole fundamental way and you apologized for the wrong thing. So you need to learn how to think, recognize, and say it properly. This is good, we can work on that together and with your friends." Hound Dog couldn't help but give a low approving growl. "This is a good start, I'm proud of this list."
The teen was far from being perfect, but so were most humans, so expecting him to be the best in only a few months was improbable. This was a start where Bakugou could learn where he was wrong and improve in those areas. It helped a lot that his friends were more than willing to call him out on his shit and point him in the right direction.
Giving Bakugou a chance, while a horrible decision in most people's eyes, wasn't the worst one in the world. Now the boy had a chance to learn and grow and hopefully, one day, he could realize when he was in the wrong and actually fix those mistakes.
It was only if he was given the chance to do so and he was.
Bakugou owed Midoriya a lot, even if he didn't realize it just yet.
FYW
A.N. I'm actually pretty pissed off right now. I don't know whether some of you realize it, but when you post disgusting things about how I'm just catering to Bakugou and how he gets away with something again and I'm horrible and so much more in crude and rude ways….well congrats, you have become what you hate most, a bully. I don't mind getting criticism about how I'm apparently letting Bakugou get away with things again, I don't, but when you start cursing at me and using crude language, you've crossed a line.
The way I'm writing this is in the format of how I suffered through things. I was bullied and it wasn't by someone out of the family, it was inside. My siblings treated me horribly and I was blamed for a lot of things by my parents and so on. It was only when my siblings friends stepped in and called them out and their BS that anything changed, even if just a little.
Life isn't fair and you can't expect everything to go the way you want, especially when it's none of your business to try and change it yourself. You don't get to sit there and cuss someone out because you don't like how their story took a different path than what you wanted, that's not how life works. Instead you take the good with the bad and learn from it all.
With that said, any comment that is rude and degrading will be either frozen or deleted. I will not allow that on my page. Use your words accordingly and don't become what you hate the most just because your angry.
