Welcome to Chapter Two!

If I haven't scared or bored you off yet, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've been quite busy these days so there's not a single assurance of a schedule.

~ Bakugo's Pov ~

"YOU THINK THIS IS fucking funny?" Bakugo shouted, turning his body towards Midoriya, letting go of the knob before crossing his arms over his chest. He snapped his jaw at Izuku and walked over to the drunk, towering over him from his left side. Kaksuki glowered at Izuku, his eyes going back and forth, trying to focus on one. "You've been caught drinking. If we tell the teachers and the principal, you could get kicked out for possession of drug abuse and self-harm!" His thoughts flashed back to the bruises he saw on him.

Izuku giggled. His smile grew and he covered his mouth with his hand, but he didn't stop. Bakugo frowned and stepped back, standing up straight as he looked over at Kirishima who looked just as confused as Bakugo felt himself.

Why was he laughing and giggling like a manic?

Bakugo rolled his eyes and waited for the laughing and giggling to die down. Once it did, he tried again. "Why were you laughing in a serious situation like this one?"

Izuku didn't answer.

"Izuku."

No answer.

"Jesus fuck, Deku!" Bakugo rose his voice. He's trying to help here for god's sake and he's being useless as a fucking pole! "I'm sure as hell not talking to a fucking wall! You might not think this is serious, but I thought you were better than some drunk ass teenager who would rather try than become what his mother brought him up to be!"

Bakugo inhaled a shaky breath and turned away towards the door, combing his shaky hand through his hair. Izuku continued to lay on his bed and for a minute Kirishima thought that maybe he was sleeping, but he wasn't.

"Get out." Izuku breathed. Bakugo turned around to see Izuku raising his arm and putting it on his face, hiding his expressions.

"What?"

"I said-" Izuku sat up, his bangs covering his eyes, but the two of them could clearly see the tears and the shaking. "GET OUT!" He screamed louder than Bakugo had. He rose to his feet, the hoodie he was wearing was covering the cuts on his arms. "Get out, get out, GET OUT!" He screeched, walking towards Bakugo and shoving him.

Bakugo stumbled backward but didn't fall. His face retorted into confusion. "Izu-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DORM ROOM!" Izuku continued to yell at the top of his lungs, his hands shaking violently. He gasped out sobs, trying to stop them by whipping them, but it didn't help. He slapped Bakugo's chest multiple times, grasping the door handle and opening the door. "I don't fucking need you and I don't want you looking after my fucking ass!" He continued to scream, shoving him out of his own room. "I didn't ask you to take care of me, so just stop acting like you're my friend and go the fuck away!"

"Gah!" Izuku's bloodshot eyes opened and he sat up in his bed. His mouth was dry and he shuddered. "Another nightmare.." He muttered, turning over and seeing a bottle on his nightstand. He reached over and took it into his hands. "I can go back to bed.."

IZUKU HAD LEFT THE classroom and immediately went to his dorm room, locking it. Half n half had given some lame-ass emotionless explanation of how Deku claimed: "he had overdue homework." Maybe that was the reason why he's been in such a bad mood. Shitty hair had talked to me earlier and told me that we should give him space.

"It's not like you two are close friends-"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"Kirishima has a good point, Bakugo- ribbit." He turned his head and felt his gut twist as he listened to the frog girl. "You're always mean to him and never show him respect - or anyone in fact; but you're mean to Midoriya all the time, trying your best to bring him down when all he tries to do is to help you ribbit. He tries to have a conversation with you and all you do is scream and explode in his face for breathing, nevertheless existing - I mean I don't blame him if he hates you."

His throat tightened. Does Deku hate him?

"Tsu!"

"She has a point."

As he stared at his own ceiling, he could hear his own hard breathing. The air was heavy and dry while the memories of his classmate's conversation rang in his head. It was around 8:30 o'clock at night and he was in bed while everyone else was up in the kitchen. His eyes darkened as his gut twisted. He didn't hear Izuku laughing with the others.

~ Izuku's Pov ~

His sheets were wet with sweat, his shirt drenched as he breathed heavily from the bad dream. He licked the top row of his teeth, a salty taste of metal flowing onto his tongue. He had bit his tongue. Gasping, his disoriented gaze slurred him to see a blurry bottle beside him on the nightstand. His mouth dried as he shakily grabbed and it brought it to his lips and that was the last thing he remembered.

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