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Stand In Dad

Summary:

Mitsuki won 3 tickets to an adult only cruise. She wants to bring her husband and best friend Inko. But if they're all going to an adult only cruise for the summer... who's gonna watch the boys?

This is a story where all might steps in and has to learn to parent 2 teenagers with no experience.

(I don't like Mitsuki... so there might be references to bad parenting. If you like her, take this into consideration and don't comment mean stuff.... I also don't like All Might so ig there's also gonna be some bad temporary parenting on his part.)

 

This was originally on wattpad but I prefer to read on here so... yeah.

Chapter 1: Author's note

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I originally had cover art, and I put it here so people could see it... because I actually made it and I was pretty proud of it but I can't figure out how to put an image... so if you wanna see it... look it up on wattpad ig.

I was gonna wait until I finished this before I published it... but I don't have a lot of motivation... so Imma just post some pre written chapters for now... maybe I'll have the motivation after some feedback.

I hope you enjoy.

Some facts you should know about the characters for this book... these are my personal head cannons that are cannon in this book.

Both Bakugou and Midoriya are autistic.

Midoriya has adhd.

Bakugou has a form of ocd.

( I'm definitely not projecting onto these fictional characters and diagnosing them with their own stuff based on things that have happened in the show… not at all...jk I totally am..)

Cherry on top of all this lovelyness... Bakugou is most likely bipolar...

Midoriya has a fear of suffocating because of the sludge villain incident... and Bakugou's claustrophobic for the same reason.

The boys are basically siblings in this so if you ship bakudeku... this isn't a ship book FYI. No hate, just thought you should know.

Bakugou's Pan and Midoria's Bi.

All Might and Inko are not dating but... They're talking... ya know? They're close... Okay I'll cut to the chase, they definitely like each other.

All Might and Dave dated back when All Might first got started, but All Might decided he wasn't actually into men... Dave does like men...

Bakugou and Midoriya call each other's moms auntie.

Inko and Mitsuki liked each other back in highschool but didn't tell each other. They would jokingly flirt And then chalk it up to them being best friends.

Most of these things won't be specifically brought up in the story but they are part of this world.

Chapter 2: Tickets

Summary:

Idk how to summarize so uh.... Mitsuki being chaotic while Inko humors her and Aizawa gets wasted... is that a good summary?

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Mitsuki's POV:

I just won 3 tickets to an adult only cruise for 3 months! I'm 100% calling Inko. God knows that woman hasn't had a break for the last year and a half since our boys got into UA.

*ring ring ring*

"Hello Mitsuki?"

I heard from the other end of the phone.

"INKO!"

"Is everything alright?!"

"I just won 3 tickets to an adult only cruise for 3 months! Guess who's coming with me!"

"Who?

"You obviously!"

"But what about the boys?"

"Shit! I didn't think about that... Could they stay in the dorms?"

"I doubt it ... I don't think anyone's gonna be there all summer..."

"And I don't think either of us have family near by... shit... um... the cruise leaves next week... we have to figure something out pretty quickly."

"I can call Mr Aizawa and ask if he knows anywhere the boys could stay..."

"Pleeeease! I don't think he likes me... he acts all weird since the home visit."

"What happened to make you think that he doesn't like you?"

"Me and Katsuki got into a little scuffle that made us look bad I guess..."

"I see... I'll call him. Call you back?"

"Sounds good."

She was gone about ten minutes before she called back.

*ring ring ring*

"Inko! What did he say?!"

"He said he doesn't think he knows anyone who can take the boys for that long on such short notice...but he would call me back if that changed."

"Well that fucking sucks..."

"If we can't find anyone to take the boys... I'll just stay home and Katsuki can stay with me."

"I can't go without you!"

"I'm not sure what else we can do..."

"Why can't they just do that stupid summer camp again?! 1 kid gets kidnapped and suddenly everything's canceled!"

"Mitsuki... Katsuki's your son... aren't you at least a little worried about another summer camp? He was the one to get kidnapped..."

"Oh he's fine. The little shits a copy and paste version of me. He can handle it."

"Okay..."

"Anyway... I'll talk to you in the morning. Katsuki's screaming about something so I have to go probably beat his ass."

"Oh... goodnight I guess...? Take it easy on him."

"Nah that little shit just broke the table leg, he's getting hiss ass beat."

Aizawa's POV:

I was stuck hanging out with the other teachers... Mic insisted that I had to come along. So hear I am sitting at the bar, as my husband gets wasted.

"Who was that?"

I heard the one and only all might ask from behind me.

"Mrs Midoriya asking if I knew anywhere the 2 problem children could stay for the summer... apparently her and Mrs Bakugou won some kind of cruise..."

"Oh Inko definitely deserves a break."

He responded.

"Inko?... since when were you guys on a first name basis?"

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Oh well... since I personally train young Midoriya... we stay in touch..."

I rolled my eyes in response... the alcohol helping me relax a bit.

"How long is this cruise for?"

He asked for whatever reason.

"3 months..."

"I can see why it's difficult for them to find someone to take the boys..."

He seemed to be considering something.

"Alright what's going on in that head of yours? Because whatever it is... it's scaring me."

"Oh well... I do have a spare room... and since retirement I don't really have anything I need to go this summer... and Inko deserves a break..."

"Are you seriously considering babysitting 2 of the most self destructive students we have had since UA was founded for 3 fucking months?!"

Okay... the alcohol was definitely kicking in.

"Well if the boys could share a room..."

"Listen All Might! Those boys have been getting along much better recently... but you can not seriously be considering putting them in the same room... for 3 months!... do you even know how to take care of kids?! MUCH LESS THOSE KIDS?!"

"I'm sure I could figure it out."

He said confidentiality.

I sighed...

"If you're actually going to do this... I'll text Mrs Midoriya... they have to leave next week I believe..."

He nodded in response.

Okay... fuck being the designated driver! I'm getting wasted with my husband... I'm done thinking for the night.

Chapter 3: The Drive

Summary:

Inko loves her son, Mitsuki also loves inko's son, Masaru loves everybody, Midoriya doesn't know how to shut up, and Bakugou feels like shit.

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Bakugou's POV:

The old hag managed to get her hands on some fucking cruise tickets, so now I'm having to pack my shit so me and the nerd can stay with All Might for 3 fucking months. I've been able to tolerate the little shit better recently... but sharing a room  has to violate something. This has to be child abuse.

I made my opinion on the matter clear, but of course she just told me to shut the fuck up.

Of course fucking Deku is excited to stay with All Might... and I mean... All Might's great... but living with the ex number one.... for 3 months... this is gonna suck.

My parents decided to carpool with auntie, so I was squished in the back between the hag and the nerd... so basically hell!

Deku would go on talking so fast that it was kinda freaking me out... but whenever I told him to shut up the hag would smack me and tell me if I pulled that shit with All Might, she would come back early just to beat my ass.

So basically the entire trip to All Might's house was constant talking and getting smacked.

Of course my dad was super encouraging with Deku... he always liked to encourage him since he didn't have his own dad... didn't mean he had to steal mine... he got All Might for Pete's sake... he doesn't need my dad...

My parents are going to be gone for 3 months and I don't even get to talk to dad because the stupid nerd is talking...

Midoria's POV:

We were on our way to All Might's house and I was ecstatic! Training with All Might was great... but living with him! I couldn't help but go on about All Might! He was my favorite person!

I was sitting in the back next to Kacchan, telling everyone about random facts I know about All Might.
The more I talk about All Might, the faster I would talk.

It got to the point that I wasn't sure if anyone could even understand what I was saying... but whenever I looked up, Mr Bakugou would nod at what I was saying. I couldn't see his face because he was in the front, but every comment he would make was encouraging!

I really like Mr Bakugou! He's always been really nice to me my whole life.

Though... even though Mr Bakugou seemed to like my All Might facts... Kacchan definitely didn't... which was confusing since he also likes All Might.

He would tell me to shut up, but then get smacked and cussed at by his mom.

The yelling was a little scary, but Mr Bakugou told me to ignore it, so I just continued talking.

Masaru's POV:

I was sitting in the front, Inko was driving, and my wife and the boys were in the back.

Izuku was going on and on about All Might... it was honestly adorable... I remember when Katsuki used to do that... but once he got into UA... he's been less talkative with me...

Izuku's talking kept getting faster, so it's was a little difficult to follow, but I made sure to comment on anything I actually understood so that he wouldn't feel like he shouldn't talk.

He doesn't remember his dad so I always tried to be there for him... it got more difficult as the boys got older... they stopped playing with each other and Katsuki got more aggressive... he's a lot like his mom...

Katsuki kept trying to get Izuku to stop talking... of course Mitsuki put a stop to that pretty quickly. Sometimes I wonder if she's the reason why he's so aggressive....

Mitsuki's POV:

I was sitting next to Katsuki in the back, and of course the little shit was being a brat! He kept trying to get Izuku to shut up... the little shit needs to learn to shut up himself.

I gave him a good smack every time he decided to act up, so Izuku could keep talking.

Izuku was talking about something All Might related... I honestly wasn't really listening to the conversation... but I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I didn't comment.

I remember when Katsuki was like that...God  I miss when he was cute... but I spoiled him to much as a kid so when I stopped doing that, of course he decided to resent me! Fucking brat...

How did Inko manage to raise such a sweat kid?...

Inko's POV:

My son was happily going on about All Might... he's so sweet... I'm really gonna miss him...

Katsuki kept trying to tell him to shut up... I really didn't like that, but I definitely would have handled the situation differently...

honestly Katsuki is extremely emotionally immature... so I've found that talking to him like a child works well when he's emotional...
Mitsuki... doesn't feel the same...

I love my son... and I know she loves hers too... I just wish she was a little more gentle... I know they're almost adults... but that doesn't mean you have to be so rough with them...

I'm not sure how I'm going to do being away from him... he lives in the dorms during school... and now I'm going to be gone for the summer... I might cry if I keep thinking about it...

I love my kid.

Chapter 4: All Might's house

Summary:

Midoriya is excited and never remembers to take his melatonin. Bakugou still feels like shit because he's having a bad day... let's hope he gets better tomorrow. I based Mitsuki off my dad in this chapter so uh... yeah... I don't like her in this chapter. And everyone's sad to say goodbye.

Notes:

I had a floor plan drawn out because I'm bad at describing houses... but uh... again... idk how to put images. So uh... hope this don't get confusing.

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Midoria's POV:

We pulled into the driveway at All Might's house. I was practically vibrating!

Mom nocked on the door.

I was both excited and nervous about staying with All Might... I couldn't help but fidget with my hands.

After a about 30 seconds, All Might opened the door.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

He said jokingly.

I could see Kacchan roll his eyes from beside me.

All Might motioned for all of us to come inside. We all followed him in. I got so distracted with being in All Might's house that I didn't notice everyone else going to sit on the couch. My mom ended up grabbing my hand and pulled me to the couch with her.

We all sat on the couch. My mom sat at one side  I was next to her, Kacchan was squished into the corner seat in between me and his mom, and then his dad was at the other end. All might sat on the chair.

The adults discussed things that they thought would be important like, rules, curfew, any medication, things like that.

Kacchan looked really annoyed... I didn't know why... he was probably fine... he was always annoyed right?... but Kacchan had a thing with tight spaces... and he was very much trapped until his mom moved... I tried to scooch closer to my mom to make more space for Kacchan... it wasn't much but maybe it would help...

I heard my mom say something to All Might about my melatonin and I tuned in.

My mom handed All Might the bottle of melatonin.

"He's old enough to take them himself but he normally forgets and then he's up all night so if you could just remind him to take them, that would be great."

My mom told him.

A light blush spread across my face at the mention of my forgetfulness when it came to that stuff.

My mom also told him that both me and Kacchan are autistic, I'm adhd, and Kacchan Is ocd. She gave him information on what to do in  certain situations, and not to be surprised if I have a meltdown over somethings texture.

Auntie said not to worry about that stuff with Kacchan because he's old enough to deal with it.

My mom gave a look of concern but didn't say anything.

They continued talking for a bit, but soon mom, and Kacchan's parents had to go.

My mom squeezed me really tight at the door.

"Don't be afraid to call me... oh I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"I'm gonna miss you too..."

She kissed my forehead before heading out.

"Don't cause trouble for All Might! I don't want to receive a call telling me that your being a brat!"

"I already told you I wouldn't cause problems..."

Kacchan grumbled.

Auntie looked at All Might.

"You have my full permission to smack this kid if he gives you shit."

All Might laughed nervously.

"I'm sure it won't come to that."

She laughed.

"I wouldn't count on it."

She gave Kacchan a quick hug, then headed to the car.

Kacchan whispered something to his dad that I couldn't hear... but based on his dad saying that he would miss him too, then hugging him... it was pretty easy to figure out what he said.

Kacchan's hug with his dad lasted longer than with his mom... but it still had to end eventually...

For just a second I thought Kacchan might cry, but his face quickly turned into a scowl the second his dad got in the car.

"You kids want a tour of the house?"

All Might asked.

I quickly nodded.

Getting a tour of All Might's house is probably the coolest thing that could happen!

Kacchan didn't say anything, but he followed for the tour.

All Might first led us to the dining room that was  Connected to the kitchen. I had already seen part of the dining room from the living room, but it was a whole different experience to be inside.

All Might had a large kitchen.  It was spotless... almost as if it were never used.

He showed us the cupboard that had snacks that we were allowed to get into whenever we wanted.

He then led us the the bathroom.

"You're allowed to use any soap in hear, though you probably brought your own... you can leave any hygiene products in here while we're already in the room."

I immediately agreed, digging through my bag to grab my stuff.

Once everything was put away he walked us past the laundry room.

"This is the laundry room. I don't think you need a tour, but let me know if you need help with the machines when you do your laundry. They're a bit old, so they don't always work right."

"I'm sure I can manage..."

Kacchan mumbled.

It was the first time he had spoken since our parents left.

"Well just let me know."

All Might said, continuing the tour.

He pointed at another room.

"That's my room. Don't come in without asking unless it's an emergency."

I nodded in agreement. Kacchan rolled his eyes.

He led us into the last room.

"This is the guest room where you'll be staying."

There were two beds, two nightstands, and two dressers. It was perfect.

"I'll leave who sleeps where to you two. Go ahead and unpack, and I'll find you for dinner."

"Okay All Might!"

I responded happily.

He left the room leaving us alone.

I turned around, Kacchan was already sitting on a bed, so I assumed that he claimed that one. I didn't have a problem with it so I plopped down on the other one.

The silence was getting awkward... especially since Kacchan was glaring at me for some reason, not saying anything.

"Are you okay Kacchan?"

"Tch, like you care..."

He grumbled... laying down with a little too much force.

"I thought that we were getting along better...."

I said in a... I'll admit... a whiny voice.

"Yes we were... but now we're stuck in the same room for 3 months! 3 months Deku!"

"I mean... we live in dorms so it's not like we don't normally live together..."

I tried lightening the mood.

"Yes... dorm rooms... that were separate... so when you were annoying the shit out of me, I had an escape! Where's the escape now Deku?! There it none! So when you inevitably start talking nonstop, and it's pissing me off, the only thing I'll have left to do is RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!"

Well that got intense quickly...

"I'll do my best not to annoy you."

"Well you already failed because I'm annoyed right now!"

"To be fair you were annoyed before we got here..."

"AND WHO WAS FUCKING TALKING ON THE WAY HERE?!"

"Jeez... sorry... I'm not just gonna never talk though... if what I'm talking about is annoying you, or I'm talking to fast... you can just tell me to shut up... as long as you're not saying it every time I open my mouth..."

"The hag would be pissed..."

"Well you're moms not here."

"I guess you're right..."

He mumbled.

After a little bit, he rolled over, facing the wall. I couldn't see his face anymore... but I could tell he was still upset.

Chapter 5: Dinner

Summary:

Bakugou has texture issues... and emotional issues... he really do be having a bad day..

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All Might's POV:

I was a little nervous about having the boys stay with me... but... I couldn't say no... I mean I was the one who offered... but still!

I had to prepare dinner for the boys, I'm not exactly the best cook in the world though... honestly I normally order takeout... but I wasn't going to do that on the first day. So... I'll make something simple!

I headed to the cupboard to find something easy. I settled on boxed mac&cheese. Not fancy, but it'll work.

It wasn't too difficult to figure out being that the instructions were on the box.

After not too long at all, I had the table set for 3. I had my own plate at the end seat closest to the kitchen. Young Midoriya and Bakugou's plates sat next to each other's  on the side closest to the living room. I had them sat right next to me... I hope it doesn't make them uncomfortable...

I headed over to the guest room, and nocked.

"Dinners ready!"

I called through the door.

I headed back to the kitchen and sat down.

Pretty soon young Midoriya came to the kitchen followed by a very tired Bakugou.

Had he fallen asleep?

Midoriya happily sat at the place next to me. Bakugou on the other hand just stood there glaring at his plate.

"Something wrong Bakugou?"

I asked.

He grumbled something unintelligible and grabbed his plate, moving it a space away from Midoriya.

It was slightly entertaining, but I did my best to hide it.

"Sorry All Might, he just woke up..."

Young Midoriya apologizes for him.

"There's nothing wrong with being tired!"

I responded in my usual cheerful voice.

Young Midoriya and I made conversation for about 5 minutes before I glanced over at Young Bakugou, noticing that he was just picking at his food.

"Something wrong with the food Bakugou?"

"... hardly counts as food..."

He mumbled in response.

"Could I get a little more explanation on that?"

I was extremely confused on why he didn't think that this was food.

"Velveeta is basically plastic... there's almost no nutritional value in it... why the fuck would you willingly put this in your body?! Are you depressed or something?"

I was a little taken aback by that response.

"...uh...no... I'm not depressed... may I ask why you think only depressed people eat this?"

"Because Deku eats this shit every time he's depressed."

"It's a comfort food..."

Young Midoriya mumbled in his defense.

"It's trash is what it is."

"Well this is what we have so... I don't know what to tell you."

He continued staring at his plate for a while.

"...do I have to eat it?"

He asked quietly.

I was a bit surprised by that for multiple reasons. I know he doesn't like it but I wasn't expecting him to just refuse to eat it... though... I guess he did ask so it wasn't blatant refusal... and I was also surprised with how gently he asked... he sounded almost sad...

"Um... no I guess... if you really don't like it... just make sure you get a snack okay."

He nodded picking up his plate.

"Where do you want this?"

He asked, gesturing to the plate.

"Oh just leave it on the counter, I'll take care of it."

He nodded again, and headed to the cupboard that had the snack drawer.

He selected some veggie straws.

"Can I eat these in the guest room?"

I nodded, still a little unsure as to what exactly was going on.

He quickly left, leaving me and Young Midoriya alone.

"What will he eat?"

I asked after a few moments of silence.

"He likes spicy food!... he just really doesn't like mac&cheese... regardless of how nutritious it is... he just doesn't like it. He says it's too slimy and it grosses him out."

"So it's a texture thing…"

"Well he still does prefer healthy food... just... less slimy..."

I processed this information for a bit...

"His mother said something about him being old enough to deal with it..."

Young Midoriya nodded.

"Auntie says that picky eaters annoy her."

"Is there anything you don't like?"

I asked.

"Mushrooms!"

He said without any hesitation.

I smiled at how quickly he answered.

"Any particular reason?"

"They feel weird... just wrong... and they also smell bad..."

"Noted."

I chuckled.... them staying here could be fun.

Chapter 6: You Okay?

Summary:

Bakugou freaks out internally, and Midoriya is a good boy.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Bakugou's POV:

I sat on the bed eating my veggie straws. I knew I was pushing it. Especially with how little time I've spent here so far.

My mom wouldn't have put up with my attitude for a second... All Might seemed like he didn't care as much, so I guess I figured I could get away with it. But this isn't school anymore. I'm currently staying at his house... meaning I need to show a little more respect.

I should have just sucked it up, and ate the god damned mac&cheese. It makes me gag, but I was being rude.

I finished up my snack, unsure of what to do with my garbage. Logically I should go to the kitchen and throw it away... but I left in the middle of a meal, and it felt awkward to go out now. So I just put it in the drawer of the nightstand. I wouldn't normally do that, but I wasn't sure if All Might was actually mad at me, and just trying to be nice... I couldn't risk it.

I felt a tear slip down my face, and I wasn't sure why. I had no reason to cry, and even if I did it wouldn't solve anything... god I'm being pathetic and I don't even know why!

Midoriya's POV:

I helped All Might with the dishes while we talked about one for all, and how it was developing... but for some reason it felt less like a meeting, and more like a friendly conversation.

I was excited to be staying with my mentor. I've looked up to him my entire life. Now I get to witness him everyday life!!! I couldn't wait to start writing in my hero notebook, but it would have felt rude to have it out at dinner, so I decided to leave it in our room.

"Young Midoriya."

All Might said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"What would you like to do now? It's your first night here so I thought I'd let you boys decide. Young Bakugou... isn't present so it's up to you. TV, boardgames, whatever."

"A boardgame sounds fun... but I'd want to see if Kacchan would play."

All Might smiled at that.

"Alright, you go ask, and I'll pull out some boardgames to choose from."

I ran to do just that.

I opened the door to find Bakugou laying face down on his bed.

"Hey Kacchan, we're gonna play boardgames. You wanna join?"

He gave a muffled groan in response.

I made my way over, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"You doing okay?"

I asked.

"Fuck off Deku."

"Yeah... I'm not gonna do that because somethings clearly up, and I know you sure as hell ain't gonna talk to anyone else about it."

I said, more blunt than I would usually be.

He lifted his head up from the pillow, glaring at me.

"Nothings wrong Deku."

I could see tear tracks down his face, so I'm not sure why he even tried to lie... but I was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Have you been crying?"

He grabbed a pillow, and chucked it at my face in response.

"That's a yes... so I'm gonna ask again... what's going on?"

"Why can't you leave well enough alone?"

He asked, frustration clear in his voice.

"Because you don't cry very often... so I'm kinda worried about you."

He looked like he was considering what I said for a minute, before he finally responded.

"Honestly... I don't know why I'm crying... there's no good reason for it... it won't solve anything... I just started crying..."

After about a minute of silence, I spoke.

"How about we play that boardgame. It'll take your mind off things. I'll even let you choose which one we play."

"I don't need your damn permission to pick a game. You couldn't stop me if you tried!"

I smiled. There's the Kacchan I know.

Notes:

Yay bonding!!! I shall torture them both with sadness... and then mend them with the power of friendship!

Ah the power of being a writer...

All Might's got his hands full, and I'm gonna torture him to!

Wish it was longer

Anyway, tell me what you think.

Chapter 7: Family Game Night

Summary:

Monopoly... you can guess how that turns out...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Young Midoriya was gone for about 2 minutes before I started to wonder what was keeping him.

When he finally did make his way out, followed by young Bakugou, I had a feeling that I knew why. I could see dried tears and red around young Bakugou's eyes.

I'm not sure as to why he was crying, but I also had a strong feeling that he wouldn't tell me if I asked... so I left it alone.

"Kacchan's gonna pick the game!"

My successor informed me happily.

I directed the boys to a stack of games that I had gotten out.

I watched as they excitedly dug through the stack of games. It was... nice.. to be able to spend time with these boys outside of training... to get to see another side of them...

"What about Monopoly?"

Young Midoriya asked.

"Fuck no, it's just a dumb game about capitalism that causes arguments."

I watched a look of mischief spread acrossed my successors face.

I feeling of dread spreading through me.

"I bet I'm better at capitalism than you."

Oh this wasn't gonna end well.

"Aw hell no! The only thing you're better at, is convincing people that you're so innocent! I know the truth. Your respectful tone is full of lies! So no, you're not better at capitalism. You're better manipulation."

"Prove it. Prove that you're better at capitalism."

"Alright fine."

The irony of this entire situation was something else... Young Bakugou himself, just said that young Midoriya is good at manipulation... but then immediately gets manipulated...

After processing, I looked down to see the boys setting up the game.... seemingly getting along now... how?

After set up, we started playing. It wasn't too interesting at first... but everything got a little more animated when young Midoriya got the boardwalk.

"I've been trying to get the boardwalk this whole time!!! You fucking stole it!!!"

"Tis the game Kacchan, tis the game."

Young Midoriya said, with a smug look on his face.

It didn't help that he was counting his money when he said it.

"Oh fuck you!!!"

Young Bakugou yelled while chucking a handful of tiny plastic houses at young Midoriya.

"Hey, let's not throw the game pieces."

I interjected.

But of course... they were not listening.

I watched as young Midoriya started throwing plastic houses back.

"I said to stop throwing the game pieces!"

I tried, louder this time.

Young Bakugou proceeded to throw one of the metal game pieces at young Midoriya.

"Ow!"

Young Midoriya said, immediately throwing a metal one back.

"Stop throwing the game pieces!!!"

But they just... weren't listening...

They continued throwing the game pieces, until the living room was covered in them.

"Bakugou!!!"

He gave zero recognition that he heard me.

"Midoriya!!!"

He flinched, looking up at me.

Young Bakugou also looked up, once young Midoriya had stopped taking part.

"I told you both, not to throw game pieces, but you continued."

"Sorry All Might... we didn't hear you..."

Young Midoriya apologizes.

"Are you gonna call my mom?"

Young Bakugou asked, also looking apologetic.

I sighed in frustration...

"I... don't know... both of you... just go to your room... I'll clean this up..."

They both seemed slightly surprised by my reaction... in all fairness I was too.

They went to their room without complaint, having to avoid stepping on the pieces.

I just sat in my chair for a few minutes, just trying to figure out what to do here...

I should probably call their parents, and ask what I'm supposed to do here... but it's the first day... they'll think that I don't know what I'm doing... and honestly I don't but... I don't want them to think that I'm not capable of taking care of a couple of teenagers.

I decided to worry about the game first.

I started picking up the pieces... there was a lot in the couch cushions.

Once I got the game completely put away, I sat down to think.

I don't know what to do here... but I don't want to call their parents...

...Aizawa! He should still be up!

I immediately grabbed my phone, dialed his number.

It rang a few times before he answered

"I'm on patrol... what do you want?"

"I have no clue what I'm doing."

"Yeah, I know."

"We played Monopoly, they ended up getting into an argument about the boardwalk. They started throwing the plastic pieces at each other, and I told them to stop... but they didn't hear me. Then they started throwing the metal ones at each other... and I said even louder for them to stop, but apparently they still didn't hear me. They're covered in little bruises from the metal pieces now. And I have to quite literally yell both of their names for them to stop and listen! I sent them to their room, but I don't know what to do now. I should probably call their parents and ask, but I don't want them to think that I'm incapable."

"Why did you let those two play Monopoly?! It's a game that causes arguments... God you're stupid sometimes."

"I know I'm stupid, but what am I supposed to do now? I yelled at them to go to their room, and they still think that I'm going to call their moms."

"I told you that this was a bad idea, why are you asking me?"

"Because I don't know who else to ask besides their parents..."

"I don't know... not sure what you want me to tell you..."

"Aren't you taking care of Eri?"

"Eri... and two teenage boys, are very different... besides if I tell her to stop... she just does."

"Well aren't you used to teenagers? You're a high school teacher."

"School and home are also different... but fine. My suggestion... and this is only a suggestion, so if it doesn't work, I won't be held responsible... my suggestion is to just talk to them about listening better, and if that doesn't work, just ground them or something."

"They're not my kids I can't ground them..."

"You very much can. Currently you are the only adult there, making you the only authority. And I seriously doubt that their parents are going to come back all angry because you grounded their kids... Anyway, as I said I'm on patrol, so I got to be going."

"Alright, thank you for your help."

Still not sure what to do about the boys... I decided to just head to bed.

Notes:

this is longer than most of my other chapters I think. I'm pretty proud of it. I used this as an excuse to write sassy Midoriya. It just had to be Monopoly.

Chapter 8: We Fucked Up

Summary:

Midoriya and Bakugou panic. Aizawa complaints to his husband.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

Kacchan and I hurriedly walked to our room.

I haven't seen All Might that upset before... at least not directed at us.

"We fucked up..."

I heard Kacchan mumble as I shut the door behind us.

"Yeah..."

"Do you think he's gonna call my mom?"

Kacchan asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure, he was pretty upset..."

"I didn't hear him though..."

Kacchan mumbled.

"I didn't either."

"This is why I fucking hate boardgames... they ruin everything..."

Kacchan flopped down on his bed face first, muffling the sound of his groaning.

I decided to do the same with my bed.

We laid in silence for a few minutes, before Kacchan broke the silence.

"Has he ever gotten mad at you before?"

"I mean... he's gotten frustrated with me before... but never mad..."

"Well shit..."

We continued to lay there doing nothing but internally panic. Pretty soon we heard the door to the room next to ours, close for the night.

"...it sounds like he went to bed..."

I whispered.

"I gathered that without you having to tell me."

My roommate huffed in annoyance.

We laid there long enough that I wasn't sure if Kacchan was even still up.

"...Kacchan... you awake?"

I whispered.

"Fuck off Deku."

He whisper yelled.

I ignored that and continued with what I was saying.

"Do you think that we're in trouble?"

"Definitely."

 

Aizawa's POV:

I hung up the phone, continuing my patrol.

God what was that man thinking babysitting those damn kids? Maybe I should of stayed on the phone longer... but I was on patrol... why does he think that I'm always available?

I finished my patrol, and then headed home. The lights were still on when I got there. I was a bit surprised being how late it was.

"Zashi, you still up?"

I called, kicking off my shoes at the door.

"Living room."

He called back.

I made my way to the living room, seeing my husband sitting on the couch holding Eri, who seemed like she had another nightmare. I sat next to my husband, not asking any questions. I could gather what happened.

"How was patrol?"

"Not too bad, other than the call I got from All Might."

Hizashi looked at me confused?

"Why did All Might call you?"

"You know how I told you about how All Might's keeping the problem children for the summer?"

He nodded.

"Well unsurprisingly, they're causing trouble already, and he doesn't know what to do about it."

"May I ask what they did?"

"Apparently they got into an argument over Monopoly, and started throwing the pieces at each other. And when he told them to stop, they weren't listening."

Hizashi started laughing, which surprised me a little.

"So Monopoly is what did it?!"

He got out between laughs.

"That's what he said."

"And how did you respond?"

"I told him to tell them to listen better, and if they don't listen, then ground them."

He gave me an amused smile.

"You know he's probably going to keep calling all summer right?"

"...Yeah... I know"

I groaned.

"Monopoly..."

He chuckled to himself...

"He better not call me on patrol again though... I've got a job to do."

My husband nodded.

We sat there for a few minutes before Hizashi broke the silence.

"Wanna head to bed?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

Notes:

I love erasermic so much, and since I was doing a family related fanfic, I decided to take this opportunity.

Lemme know what you think. Just keep it respectful. ♡♡♡

Sry it's so short.

Chapter 9: Are We In Trouble?

Summary:

Midoriya is not a morning person. Bakugou is Needy. And All Might can't cook.

Notes:

they're ooc in the beginning of this chapter because I thought it would be funny to have them be ooc when they first wake up.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

The alarm on my phone went off, waking me up at 7.
I sleep in later in the summer, since I didn't need to be up at 5:30.

"Deku, wake up!"

I called over to him.

He wasn't moving.

I slid out of bed, grabbing my pillow.

"Deku!"

No reaction.... so the only logical thing left to do was wack him with my pillow.

He made a weird groaning noise but didn't get up... so I hit him again.

"Kacchan let me sleeeep."

He whined.

"It's morning. I'm bored. Get up."

"Play on your phone or something..."

I hit him with my pillow again.

"Fine I'm up!"

He glared at me.

Deku wasn't a morning person but I was bored so he was gonna have to suck it up.

"What was it that you wanted to do?"

He asked, face still showing annoyance.

"I don't know... I didn't think that far ahead..."

He gave me a look that I couldn't read.

"Well then get me up when you think of something."

He immediately laid back down.

I sighed in frustration.

"Fine!"

I sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when I started to smell something burning.

"Deku get up, I think something's on fire!"

I said, chucking my pillow at him full force.

He shot up, no longer looking upset at me for waking him up.

We rushed out of the room, seeing smoke coming from the kitchen. When we got inside we saw All Might trying to make rolled omelets... and failing miserably...

He glanced over his shoulder at us.

"Morning! I'm just trying to make you boys some breakfast."

We kinda just stood there... he really didn't know how to cook did he?

"You uh... you want help?"

I offered, more out of fear for myself, than actually wanting to help.

"Oh it's no big deal. I've got this covered."

"No seriously. I'll do it... I want to. You just sit down and I'll do it."

"If you really want to."

He shrugged, sitting down.

I pulled Deku with me to the stove.

"Aight you're helping me. I need you to clean the pan so that it's actually usable."

Deku looked like he wanted to argue, but he did it anyway.

After a few minutes of fixing the mess that All Might made, I was ready to start cooking. Cooking wasn't what I wanted to be doing this morning, but here we are.

I finished up the rolled omelets, having Deku help me carry the plates to the table. We all sat in the same places as yesterday, All Might praising my cooking ability.

It was weird... he was acting as though nothing happened yesterday...

I started fidgeting, unsure as to what to make of this situation.

"All Might...?"

I finally spoke.

"Yes?"

"Are... are we in trouble?"

"Of course not. Why would you think that you are?"

"When we were throwing the Monopoly pieces... you seemed really upset."

He sighed...

"I was upset... but since it was your first day here... I decided to let it go."

He explained.

I nodded.

"We're sorry..."

Deku apologized for us both.

I just nodded in agreement.

All Might smiled.

"It's alright, let's just put it behind us."

The day continued on. It was honestly kinda boring, especially when All Might said he had to do some paperwork, and went into his room.

We were left alone in the living room after being told that we could use the TV.

"So uh... wanna play a board game?"

Deku asked.

"Hell no!"

Notes:

It's shorter than I would have liked but ya know what... I'm hungry. I haven't eaten today. I stayed home from school because I'm tired and who's gonna stop me. I'm the one who decided to start school. My parents would be content with me staying home forever.

So I have homework to do because I stayed home.

Thoughts and feelings on the story so far?

Chapter 10: Grocery Shopping

Summary:

The boys argue, and All Might has no idea how to parent.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Since the Monopoly incident, the boys have been behaving really well. The past three days have gone smoother than I could have hoped.

Looks like Aizawa was wrong. I don't need to scold, or ground them.

Though I would need to go to the grocery store soon... I didn't have a lot of food at home since I normally ordered take-out. Plus there were extra mouths to feed now.

I walked out to the front door, looking out at the boys sparing outside.

"I'm going to the store, you boys want to come?!"

I called out to them.

"I do!"

Young Midoriya said excitedly.

"Would you like to come?"

I asked, looking at young bakugou.

"...Well if everybody else is going..."

"Great, you boys can help me pick out some foods you like!"

Though after looking at them for a few seconds, I realized they're clothes were a bit... torn up from their sparing.

"How about you go change your clothes while I get the car."

They looked down at their clothes. Now realizing why.

They quickly went inside to change.

This should be a good bonding activity.

I got the car out of the garage, and waited for a few minutes before the boys came back outside.

They stopped outside of the car, and seemed to be arguing about something. I rolled down my window to see what.

"What's going on?"

"We're trying to decide who gets front seat."

Young Midoriya answered.

They went back to arguing, and after a few minutes it seemed like they weren't getting anywhere.

"Bakugou, you get front on the way there. Midoriya, you get in on the way back. Problem solved, get in the car."

They immediately listened, getting into the car.

"Sorry..."

I heard young Midoriya mumble.

"It's fine. I just didn't want to sit there all day."

After about a minute of silence, the boys seemed comfortable enough to start talking again. They made simple conversation with me and each other.

"So.. young Bakugou... I don't know much about what you like.. young Midoriya is more open with that sort of information."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before responding.

"...It never came up..."

After thinking about it... he was right... it never came up. It was true that young Midoriya was more open about it, but I had actually asked him about it.

"Well i'm asking now... what's your favorite color?"

"I don't see how this is important... but it's orange and black..."

"What are some of your hobbies?"

"What is this, some kind of interrogation?!"

"No... but you were right, it's never come up. I've asked this stuff to Midoriya... but I've never asked you. You're staying with me for the summer. I should know at least the basics."

He seemed to process this before responding.

"Aside from training... I like to read... Can we listen to music?"

I nodded.

I had a feeling this was just an excuse to get away from the questions, but it's not like I was going to say no.

Soon bickering over the radio station started, and I wasn't able to hear myself think.

Luckily we got to the store, so I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

We got out of the car and headed inside. We went to the produce section first.

"What kind of veggies do you like?"

I asked, looking at the boys.

Young Bakugou immediately started gathering vegetables, young Midoriya following close behind.

This seemed to be going well.

"I don't want mushrooms though."

"Suck it up. Nobody cares."

I sighed... well that didn't last.

"What's going on?"

"Kacchan keeps trying to put mushrooms in the cart, even though I don't like them, and I specifically didn't put apples in the cart because he doesn't like the sound they make when you bite them, even though I love apples!"

"Okay.. either we get apples and mushrooms, or we don't get either of them. Your choice."

I'm getting really good at fixing these situations.

"But mushrooms have more protein than apples."

Young Bakugou tried to argue.

"Barely!"

Young Midoriya said, voice raising in pitch.

"Okay, Bakugou just put the mushrooms back. It's not that important."

He glared at me, but didn't argue. Though I did hear him mumbling under his breath.

"Of course it's the damn nerd who gets his way..."

I sighed... it really had nothing to do with it being Midoriya... I just didn't want a war in my house over food.

We moved over to the dairy section.

"What kind of cheese do you like?"

I asked, hoping that they wouldn't argue at every section.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask Deku? since his opinion is so much better..."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Bakugou... just... pick out a cheese..."

Luckily he didn't argue any further, and just grabbed some pepper jack.

"Young Midoriya! What cheese would you like?"

"...Can I just get some cheese sticks?..."

"Absolutely, grab enough for everyone."

I grabbed a gallon of milk, some yogurt, and cream cheese while we were there.

"Do either of you want chocolate milk?"

Young Midoriya nodded excitedly, while young Bakugou just shrugged.

I grabbed a gallon just incase he wanted some.

Next we headed to the snack section.

"Go ahead and pick out some snacks for the snack drawer. It was running low last I saw."

Young Bakugou just grabbed more veggie straws, while young Midoriya got a large variety of different snacks.

We got some bread, pasta, eggs, some frozen dinners because I'm getting really tired of cooking, and some frozen meat.

It was getting late by the time we were finished, and the boys couldn't go five seconds without arguing. Their arguing got louder and louder as we got to check out.
To the point where I could tell that it was annoying a lot of people.

I know this isn't what you're supposed to do in this situation but I was running out of ideas.

"Can you please stop arguing?! If you stop talking until we get in the car, and then keep the talking limited... I will buy you ice cream on the way home!"

Young Midoriya immediately shut up. Young Bakugou seemed to consider it for a second before nodding and being quiet.

I could see judgmental looks that some parents were giving me. Even a few whispers... but what else was I supposed to do?! I could get after them, but it wouldn't last long, and I'd just have to do it again.

I paid for the groceries, and ushered the boys to the car, still hearing judgmental whispers behind me.

They remained quiet as promised, keeping their talking to a minimum, and the talking they were doing was a hushed whisper.

I stopped at a drive thru ice cream place with a sigh of relief.

I wasn't sure if I could handle more arguing.

"What kind of ice cream would you like."

Young Bakugou ordered mint chocolate chip, and young Midoriya ordered cookie dough. I was relieved when they happily ate their ice cream without any talking.

I pulled into the driveway, and the boys helped me carry in the groceries.

I was exhausted, so when we got everything put away, I decided we were going to be eating the microwaveable frozen dinners.

Bakugou had an argument for this but I told him he was welcome to the snack drawer if he didn't want what we were having.

I have never been so exhausted in my life... and I'm the ex number one hero...

Notes:

I said I was gonna torture All Might.

This is just the beginning.

Chapter 11: He Won't Notice I'm Gone

Summary:

Bakugou is jealous and leaves without saying anything.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

Since the shopping trip, All Might has seemed increasingly on edge...

I'm not sure why... Deku and I haven't even been arguing as much as we usually do... he just can't handle a little yelling for some reason.

Him and Deku have been hanging out more. They've been having their quirk meetings. I'm usually there for them. They also talk about useless shit that doesn't matter... like what fun activities they could do over the summer. They have a show that they've started watching together...

Of course fucking Deku gets all of his attention... he's my hero too but no, I don't get a second...

I'm just left alone... bored... with no one to talk to...

Deku's busy with All Might, and All Might's busy with Deku...

Fine I'll go do something else.

I decided to text shitty hair to see if he wanted to talk... God I've never been so low in my life...

King Explosion Murder:

"Shitty hair."

Red Riot:

"Bakugou! You texted first! Wait is something wrong? You never text first."

King Explosion Murder:

"I'm fine. Just bored. I have nothing to do."

Red Riot:

"But you're with All Might! Isn't that super fun?!"

King Explosion Murder:

"He's busy with Deku."

Red Riot:

"Oh... that's tough... you wanna hang out?"

King Explosion Murder:

"Got nothing better to do. where?"

Red Riot:

"There's a Cafe that I've been wanting to check out. Never had the time. We could go there."

King Explosion Murder:

"Send me the address."

Shitty hair sent the address.

It wasn't to far away, I should be able to walk there fairly quickly.

I walked out to the living room, to see All Might and Deku talking excitedly about whatever dumb shit they were interested in.

I considered telling All Might where I was going... but he probably wouldn't even notice that I was gone anyway. So I didn't see the need to interrupt... whatever they were doing.

I headed to the address sent.

It was nice to take a walk. All Might had a nice house, but it was honestly refreshing to get out of there. I've been cooped up for way too long.

I got to the Cafe and headed inside.

It smelled really nice in there. Like tea and pastries. I spotted shitty hair at a booth near one of the windows, and headed over.

"Hey man!"

He greeted as I sat down.

I nodded in response.

"So what's been going on? I haven't heard from you much... like you haven't been responding to my texts."

"I've been busy."

"But earlier you said you've been bored with nothing to do."

"Don't interrogate me."

I said with a glare.

"Bro I'm not interrogating you, I'm just worried. You normally at least respond, telling me to fuck off... but you've been leaving me on read..."

I sighed.

"I don't know... I've just.. I don't.. I can't... I don't know..."

He nodded, seeming to consider my jumbled mess of an answer.

"Are you jealous?"

"What?! Me, Bakugou Katsuki... jealous?! Ha! No."

"Bakugou... being jealous isn't automatically a bad thing... you just have to communicate what you want."

A waitress came over, before I could answer, asking us what we would like.

I ordered a tea, and shitty hair ordered coffee and a peice of cake.

"I'm not jealous."

"Well it would be understandable if you were... All Might is your hero, he has been since you were little... like me with Crimson Riot. And he tends to ignore you for Midoriya... even now that you're both staying with him. I don't know why he does that but he does. It's not Midoriya's fault, and All Might probably doesn't realize that he's doing it... that's why you have to tell him how you're feeling..."

"I'd rather explode myself than be that pathetic."

"And that's your problem."

He said simply, right as the waitress brought our stuff.

I slowly sipped my tea to keep from having to respond.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, before my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID to see it was All Might.

Kirishima looked up at me from his cake.

"You gonna answer that?"

"No."

"Who is it?"

"All Might."

"Wait, did you not tell him where you were going?!"

"No."

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't think he would notice."

"Well he clearly has, so you might as well pick up."

The call had rung through at this point.

"No."

I said, going back to my tea.

"Bro you can't just ignore him! You're gonna get yourself in trouble!"

"With who?"

I asked, phone ringing again.

"All Might!"

"He doesn't do shit. At most he raises his voice."

"Bakugou! He's probably worried!"

I responded by turning off my phone.

"Bakugou!"

"You know I was actually enjoying myself. I would like if we could just ignore that."

"But you're gonna get me in trouble with you..."

"You're not gonna get in trouble."

He looked worried.

"Bakugou, I don't like this..."

"It's fine. You wanna walk to the park? It'll take your mind off of things."

"...fine but if we get in trouble, I'm telling them you peer pressured me into it."

"Deel."

I said pulling out the money, and dropping it on the table.

We headed to the park, walking slowly because for once in my life, I would like to relax.

Shitty hair seemed to calm down once we started walking.

The fresh air was nice, and it was the perfect temperature outside... I was almost able to forget why I was upset earlier.

"You really should tell him where you are..."

"No."

"Why are you so set on this?!"

"Because he doesn't care about me until I'm inconvenient for him!"

"Oh... that's... I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault."

We got to the park... it was surprisingly empty for a Saturday in the summer...

The playground equipment was completely empty... not a child in sight.

"That's weird..."

I heard shitty hair mumble.

I shrugged it off and headed over, shitty hair following close behind.

I climbed up the equipment and sat in one of the towers. Once we were both situated shitty hair broke the silence.

"Where do you think everyone is?"

"Eh who cares? We get this entire place to ourselves."

Notes:

Thoughts and feelings?

Where do you think everyone is?

This was a really fun chapter to write.

Chapter 12: We're In Trouble

Summary:

Aizawa is pissed!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Young Midoriya and I were talking about hero work and catchphrases, when young Midoriya said he was hungry.
It was about lunch time, so I decided to make sandwiches.

"Can you go tell Bakugou that we're having sandwiches?"

I asked young Midoriya.

He nodded, headed over to their shared room.

I was getting the bread down when I heard young Midoriya call from his and young Bakugou's room.

"Kacchan's not in here!"

"Is he in the bathroom?"

"...No!"

He called back after a few seconds.

I was getting a little worried...

"Look around the house, I'll check outside!"

I said, heading outside quickly.

I looked around the yard... it's not like there was a lot of places for him to be hiding.

Once I triple checked that he wasn't out there, I headed back inside, seeing Midoriya sitting on the couch looking worried.

"I'll take it he wasn't in here?"

He shook his head.

My heart rate was through the roof. This kid has been kidnapped before! And now he's suddenly missing!

Maybe he just went for a walk... without telling me...

I quickly pulled out my phone, clicking on his contact. I sat next to young Midoriya, and listened to the phone ring. It rang all the way through without him answering.

I was getting more worried by the second!

I called again. It rang about half of the way before it went to voice-mail... like someone hung up.

I called two more times, both going automatically to voice-mail.

I had no clue what to do at this point. Young Midoriya had started hyperventilating, and I had to locate Bakugou, but also calm down the boy I was currently with.

I opted for calling Aizawa for advice.

I know I can't do this forever, but a child was missing, so I think he'll understand.

I hugged young Midoriya from the side as I called Aizawa.

It rang twice before he picked up.

"What do you want?"

"Young Bakugou is missing! We can't find him anywhere!"

"He's missing?! Right now?!"

"Yes! We've looked everywhere, and he's not answering his phone!"

"Shit! There's a villain attack going on right now! I'm going to go find him, you stay with Midoriya!"

"I should look for him too."

"No, someone has to stay with Midoriya to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Alright... but make sure you find him..."

"I will."

I hung up the phone, looking over at a panicking Midoriya. He was mumbling to himself. I couldn't really tell what he was saying, but from what I did gather, it mostly consisted of worst-case scenarios.

"Everything's going to be okay..."

I whispered reassuringly.

He Immediately curled up next to me.  I held him tighter, rubbing his arm.

He continued mumbling to himself... after a few minutes, I spoke.

Midoriya, I'm gonna call your mom. I think you should talk to her.

He nodded.

I clicked on her contact, and listened to it ring.

On the third ring she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi Inko... we've kinda got an emergency going on over here... and I think young Midoriya should talk to you. I'm not great in this situation."

"Emergency?! What happened?!"

"Young Bakugou is currently missing, and a villain attack is going on... so young Midoriya is currently panicked."

"Oh my God... yeah... hand him the phone..."

I handed young Midoriya the phone. I could only hear his half of the conversation, but I could see him visibly calming down.

He would give small sounds of agreement every few seconds.

God I was useless in this situation... I couldn't calm young Midoriya down... I couldn't locate young Bakugou... in fact.. I lost him!

I was terrible at this!

Why did I ever think I could do this?

Aizawa's POV:

All Might hung up the phone. I had to find this kid.

I decided to check with some of his friends to see if any of them knew where he might be.

Midoriya was already out of the question, so I had to move down the list. I called Kirishima.

He picked up almost immediately.

"Kirishima, do you know where Bakugou is?!"

I heard him whisper to someone on the other end.

"Bro you're screwed."

"Kirishima, who are you talking to?"

"Uh... Bakugou..."

"Where are you?!"

"The playground..."

"Send me the address right now!"

"Okay..."

I heard him whisper again.

"Dude, I told you we'd be in trouble..."

The address was sent, and I ended the call.

When I got to the park, I could see the boys climbing down from the playground equipment.

"Bakugou!"

He flinched at my tone, but at this moment I couldn't care less.

"Where were you?!"

"Here obviously."

He said with enough adutude, he would have landed himself in detention if we were at school.

"Tell me... why did I get a call from All Might, panicked, saying you were missing?!"

"Because I left... not sure what you're not understanding?"

"Child... and you couldn't have taken 5 seconds to tell him where you were going?!"

"I didn't think he'd care..."

He mumbled.

"YOU DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD CARE?!"

I took a second to breath and calm down.

"Did you even stop to question why it's so empty? There's a villain attack going on a few miles from here! That was incredibly stupid!"

"The blonde gave me a glare."

"Kirishima!"

Kirishima gave me a nervous smile.

"Yes sensei?"

"It seemed an awful lot like you knew that he hadn't told anyone where he was going."

He looked away, nodding.

"I hope you know how much trouble you're in."

"It's not his fault... he kept trying to get me to tell All Might where I was..."

Bakugou surprisingly defended his friend.

I was impressed, but they were both still in a lot of trouble.

We headed back to All Might's house. I was holding them both by their four arms, practically dragging them. Since there was a villain attack, I called Kirishima's mom, and told her where he'd be. I wasn't gonna risk it by taking him back to his house.

Notes:

Welp... they fucked up...

hope you enjoyed

Byeeeee

Chapter 13: WHERE WERE YOU?!

Summary:

Aizawa means business. All Might has to be the adult.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Young Midoriya and I were still sitting on the couch when we heard the door open. We glanced back to see Aizawa dragging young Bakugou and Kirishima inside.

I immediately rushed over to young Bakugou.

"Are you alright?! Where were you?!"

I immediately started questioning, looking him up and down for injuries.

"I'm fine old man..."

He grumbled.

"Where were you?!"

I repeated my second question.

"We went to a café and then we went to the park."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I didn't think you'd care..."

"Of course I care! I was worried sick!!!"

He rolled his eyes at that.

"Bakugou! I'm serious! That was incredibly dangerous! If something happened, I wouldn't know where you were to send help! If you went missing, I wouldn't be able to tell the police where you were last! And even in this situation where nothing really bad happened, you scared both me and Midoriya. Did you ever stop to consider how worried we'd be?!"

"I didn't think you'd notice I was gone..."

"Of course we were going to notice! Why would you think that we wouldn't?!"

"You hadn't spoken to me once all day! You and Deku have been hanging out without even acknowledging my existence! Why would I think that you'd notice?!"

Young Bakugou spat at me with a surprising level of venom.

I could see Aizawa giving me a look of disappointment and judgment, like this situation was my fault.

...Maybe on some level it is...

"You're right... I haven't been paying enough attention to you... but that was incredibly dangerous..."

I knew I had to give him some kind of consequence... especially with Aizawa standing right there...
but I didn't know what to do...

this probably warranted grounding... but what would I ground him from or to? I've never done this before...

Luckily for me, Aizawa took control of the situation.

"Bakugou, go to your room. We'll discuss consequences later."

"Fuck no! I did nothing wrong!"

I could see young Kirishima immediately tense at his friends reaction.

"Bakugou Katsuki! You march your sorry ass into that room right the fuck now! I will not take your disrespect right now! Now you go to your room, sit on your bed, and think about why exactly you thought that this was a good idea!"

He seemed to contemplate the consequences of disobedience, before eventually trudging to his room.

Everyone was tense...

Kirishima coughed, breaking the silence.

"Kirishima."

Aizawa addressed.

"You're also in trouble, but I don't want you in the same room."

Aizawa grabbed a chair from the kitchen, placing it in the corner facing outwards.

He looked at Kirishima and pointed at the chair.

"Sit. Don't talk."

Kirishima obediently sat in the chair.

I was shocked to say the least. He just put a teenager in timeout.

He seemed to know what he was doing so I didn't comment.

"So why is Kirishima here, and why is he in trouble?"

I questioned.

"He was hanging out with Bakugou, so that's why he's here. And he was aware that Bakugou hadn't told anyone that he was leaving, or where he was going. And he didn't try to contact anyone with that information, so that's why he's in trouble. Definitely not the same level as Bakugou... but I don't appreciate it."

Kirishima looked down at the floor, look of guilt on his face.

I nodded sitting back down, next to young Midoriya.

Aizawa sat on the other end of the couch, and looked at me.

"He's your responsibility... how do you want to go about this?"

"...I don't know... I've never done this before, and I was just really hoping that it wouldn't come down to this..."

He seemed to understand my dilemma.

"Well you have a few options.  You can call his mom, and ask what to do... though I already know what she would say, and you wouldn't do it. Though you should probably still inform her of the situation...Next option is ground him."

"From what?"

"Does he use the TV?"

"Not really."

"Does he leave the house often?"

"Outside of training, no."

"Well that's limited... my suggestion is to do what I did when he and Midoriya decided to fight each other at God knows what time it was. House arrest, and cleaning duty... have him mow your lawn while he's at it, because your grass has not been cut in a while."

I felt Midoriya tense at that comment.

I thought about what he said.

That was probably my best option... I didn't want to... but what choice do I have.

Aizawa spoke.

"Again he's your responsibility... so it's up to you what you want to do. It's your job to tell him what the consequences are. And it's your job to inforce them. I will help you if needed, but if I get to involved, I guarantee he won't respect you.

I nodded in understanding.

Bakugou was upset with me. I wasn't giving him enough attention, so he pushing boundaries to get it.

I have to fix this.

Notes:

It's not as long as I would like... but what can ya do?

Chapter 14: You're Grounded

Summary:

All Might is losing patience.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Aizawa's went to the kitchen to make tea, and give young Bakugou and I some privacy.

He had Kirishima bring his chair. And had young Midoriya follow as well.

"Bakugou."

I called. Hoping with every fiber of my being, that this would go well.

He emerged with a scowl on his face.

"...Sit down, we need to talk..."

I instructed.

He plopped down, arms crossed.

"Bakugou... what you did was incredibly dangerous... I was worried sick... but before we discuss consequences... I want to know how you think we should fix this..."

"Fix what?..."

He mumbled.

"Whatever's going on between us."

"There's nothing going on!"

He immediately yelled.

"Bakugou, you're  clearly upset with me! I want to fix this!"

"Fuck off! There's nothing to fix!"

I sighed in frustration.

I know he wants attention... but I was kinda hoping he would tell me what kind of attention... some kind of activity, like I have with Midoriya... but no... he had to be difficult...

Fine, if he doesn't want to fix this, I'm not going to try.

"You know what? Fine... let's cut to the chase... you're grounded. You're on dish duty for the next two weeks. No TV... not that you really use it... And you're not leaving the house."

The boy surprisingly didn't argue... he just gave me a dirty look, and went back to his room.

I sighed, going into the kitchen with everyone else.

Young Midoriya was helping serve the tea, and young Kirishima was still in timeout... though happily smiling as he was handed a cup of tea.

Aizawa looked up from his cup of tea.

"Sounds like it didn't go so well."

I groaned, sliding my hand down my face in frustration.

"I don't know what to do with him."

"Well I told you this was a bad idea."

Aizawa said with an amused smerk.

"Yeah, well it's too late now."

Aizawa handed me a cup of my own. We sat in silence, sipping the steaming liquid in our cups. After a few minutes of silence, Aizawa spoke.

"Kirishima, you're allowed to talk and move around now."

Midoriya and him immediately started talking.

They got up, and started heading out.

"Are we allowed to talk to Bakugou now?"

Kirishima asked.

Aizawa and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"I suppose."

I said, continuing to sip my tea.

 

Kirishima's POV:

Midoriya and I headed to his and Bakugou's shared room.

Bakugou was laying face down on his bed, showing no signs of moving.

"Hey Kacchan, we were worried about you."

Midoriya spoke.

Bakugou proceeded to flip him off.

I sat at the edge of his bed and laid back. Laying across his very annoyed form.

"Get off me shitty hair..."

He grumbled into his pillow.

I sat up since he wanted me to, though I'll admit reluctantly.

"...next time listen to me when I tell you to answer the phone."

"Yeah..."

He whispered in response.

We mostly did our own things, but I could tell that Bakugou enjoyed the company.

Midoriya and I scrolled on our phones. Sometimes showing each other something we found funny. And eventually Bakugou sat up, and started reading.

It was nice to hang out.

Notes:

This chapter is way to short, but I have other chapters I wanna work on... so I had to just finish this one.

Chapter 15: Pack Your Bags

Summary:

All Might can't deal with Bakugou's attitude anymore, so Aizawa steps in.

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

The next week was an absolute war. Young Bakugou would fight me on everything without fail. Even on things he was previously okay with.

"Bakugou, you need to get those dishes done!"

I called from the kitchen.

The dishes were starting to pile up.

He walked in.

"How about you do them yourself old man."

I sighed.

I was so tired of this. Why couldn't he just cooperate?!

"Bakugou please... I'm really not asking that much."

"So? It's not my house, not my responsibility. I don't live here"

"You do for now!"

He flipped me off, and that's when I snapped.

"Why do you have such a terrible attitude?! I have done everything I can to fix whatever's going on, but you won't put in any effort at all! You fight me on everything!!!"

I mean... I haven't done everything to fix it. I've been putting in less and less effort... but he was really making it difficult to try.

"Have you ever considered that I don't want to fix it?! I want to be left alone!!! Why can't you go hang out with Deku?! He's not difficult!!!"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"You know what... I'm done trying all together. Do the dishes or I'm calling your mom."

I walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch.

Young Midoriya looked up from his phone.

"Sorry Kacchan's being so difficult... he doesn't mean anything by it."

"I wish he was more like you... you're going to be an excellent hero some day. Like I used to be. You have a positive outlook on life, and you actually have respect for people... I wish it would rub off on him..."

Young Midoriya gave an almost nervous laugh.

"He's just a little upset right now... and Kacchan's gonna be an amazing hero too..."

I know I probably shouldn't have scoffed, but after what I had just witnessed... I'm surprised he hasn't been expelled yet.

At that moment young Bakugou came out of the kitchen, walking to his room. He look more subdued than earlier.

"Did you do the dishes?"

I asked as he grabbed the door handle.

"Yeah I did your stupid dishes..."

I nodded, continuing talking to young Midoriya about his quirk, and what a great hero he was going to be.

Eventually I headed to the kitchen to make lunch.

Sure enough, he had washed all the dishes. Including the pans, which I told him yesterday, he didn't have to do. The kitchen was clean. The counters were wiped down. I was genuinely impressed.

But that's when I noticed something that ruined my mood almost immediately.

Sitting on the counter was my #1 Hero mug that Midoriya got me for Christmas. It was broken. And by the looks of it, it was intentional.

I immediately walked to the boy's room, not talking the time to nock.

I held up a peice of the broken mug.

"Did you do this on purpose?!"

He looked away. Looking as though he almost felt guilty about it.

"I can't believe this! When I saw the kitchen, I was genuinely proud of you! But then I saw this!!!"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted before he could get anything out.

"I don't wanna hear it. I have given you so many chances! And what do you do? You break my stuff! I can't keep doing this!!!"

I walked out, leaving him alone to hopefully think.

I know this is getting annoying, but I had call Aizawa.

It rang twice.

"All Might I swear to all things holy... what do you want?"

"You were right! This was a terrible idea! Why did I ever think I could handle this?! He broke my favorite mug! On purpose!!!"

"This is about a mug?... call me when there's an actual emergency."

Before he could hang up, I spoke.

"Aizawa please... I don't know what to do. I can't handle this. I'm getting close to calling his mom to pick him up early. And I'm not even sure she can... because she's on a boat... I'm losing my mind..."

"Fine... I'll be over in five."

"You're a life saver."

"I know."

He hung up, and I sighed in relief. He knew what to do in these situations. Everything would be okay...

Young Midoriya looked up from his spot on the couch.

"So Kacchan broke the mug I got you?"

I nodded.

"That's disappointing."

I sat next to the boy. Great full that at least one of them could behave.

Soon I heard a nock at the door. I stood to answer it.

I was surprised that it wasn't just Aizawa standing there. Mic was also there holding Eri.

They took off their shoes, and headed in.

"Midoriya, can you play with Eri?"

Aizawa worded it like a request, but there was really no choice in the matter.

Young Midoriya took Eri to his and Young Bakugou's room. Leaving just us adults.

"So he intentionally broke your cup?"

"Yeah..."

I confirmed.

"Can I get some context?"

He asked, as we all sat down.

"Well I told him that he had to do the dishes. He fought me on it. And so I walked away. Later Bakugou came out of the kitchen, and I asked if he did the dishes. He said yes. Later I went to the kitchen. The dishes were done, and he even cleaned up the stuff I hadn't asked him to do. I was impressed, until I noticed the cup."

"And how do you know he did it on purpose?"

Mic asked. Speaking for the first time since he got here.

"I could just tell. Especially with how he's been acting recently!"

"So what do you want to do about it?"

Aizawa asked.

"I don't know! I have no clue what I'm doing! I have no experience! I'm used to young Midoriya, and he usually listens! I can't keep doing this! I'm stressed all the time! And whenever I try to talk about it, he tells me to F off!"

"You keep saying you can't do this... but do you have something else you can do. Anywhere else he can go?"

"No! That's the problem! I need a break from him, but there's nowhere else for him to go."

"He could probably use a break from you too."

I gave Aizawa an offended look.

"But in all seriousness, you both are at each other's throats. And it's probably also stressing out Midoriya."

I nodded before speaking.

"I just... need a break... I need him gone for now."

I watched as the two men in front of me, gave each other a look. It was like they were having a whole conversation with their eyes.

Eventually Aizawa looked back at me.

"Fine."

Was all he said before standing, and walking over to the boys room, and opening the door.

"Bakugou, pack your bags. You're gonna be staying with us for a little while."

Chapter 16: No More Bakugou

Summary:

Midoriya has bad feelings.

Notes:

Google was entirely unhelpful when it came to whether or not Japan has laundry rooms in people's houses, or if it's in their kitchen. So All Might has a laundry room for story purposes... sorry if it's not accurate...

TW: Negative self talk, comparing one's self to others!!!

Season 5 spoilers!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

All Might was clearly upset when he left the kitchen. He immediately stomped over to my, and Kacchan's room.

I wasn't sure what happened, but All Might was angry, so they were going to start fighting again.

It feels like it's been just constant screaming for the past week.

I've been over stimulated for the past week. I've hid in the laundry room to cry about five times now. I'm honestly surprised that All Might hasn't noticed yet.

The laundry room is nice. I leave the lights off, sit in the corner, and so long as there's no laundry going, it's very quiet. It's a good place to calm down.

All Might came back out, and immediately called Mr Aizawa. He said something about a broken cup, and I was able to put the pieces together.

When he hung up I spoke.

"So Kacchan broke the mug I got you?"

He nodded.

"That's disappointing."

All Might sat down, and I continued to scroll through my phone.

Eventually there was a nock at the door. All Might stood to answer it. It's was Mr Aizawa, Mic, and Eri.

"Midoriya, can you play with Eri?"

I nodded, directing her to my room.

We went inside, and Kacchan was laying face down on his bed. His shoulders were shaking slightly, so I was pretty sure he was crying.

Eri looked at him with concern. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Kacchan turned his head, looking at her.

He was definitely crying.

"What's she doing here?"

"All Might called Mr Aizawa because he's upset."

"Oh... sorry for breaking the cup you bought..."

"It's fine..."

It wasn't fine... I was upset. But Kacchan took priority right now. He didn't need me being mad at him.

I was supposed to play with Eri... I didn't have any toys, but I did have paper. So I pulled out some drawing stuff.

We all sat on Kacchan's bed. I was surprised when Kacchan agreed to draw when Eri asked.

We were all drawing when Mr Aizawa opened the door.

"Bakugou, pack your bags. You're gonna be staying with us for a little while."

"What?..."

Kacchan questioned.

"All Might needs a break from you, and you need a break from All Might. So you're going to be staying with us for a while."

Kacchan got up, and started gathering his stuff.

"You need help?"

I asked, kinda surprised by what's going on.

"No."

He started stuffing clothes in his backpack.

After a few minutes, he had all his stuff packed... and then they left... It was just me and All Might... it was quiet, which was nice after a week of chaos... but it felt weird...

All Might got started on a late lunch. I helped him make it.

We talked about my quirk, and how it's progressing. All Might talked about the responsibility of it all. He said he was grateful for my positive adutude, and how he couldn't wait to see me become the hero I was destined to be.

I had really been trying to not think about it.

I didn't know what I was signing up for when I accepted this quirk. It's a lot of responsibility. All Might seems to think that I can handle it. I'm not sure I can though...

All Might was an amazing hero! The best!... I just feel like I'm going to tarnish one for all... like... put a stain on the name. Like when I go to pass it on, no one's gonna want it because I made it look bad.

Even All Might himself said I couldn't be a hero... I mean... he gave me his quirk so I could... but without it I wouldn't have a chance. And even with it I'm pathetic. All Might never broke his arms using it...

And when I first discovered black whip, I almost hurt people really bad. What if I had killed Uraraka?! All Might would probably take every thing he said about believing in me back! He'd probably want me to give my quirk to Mirio, like it was supposed to be...

Mirio would be so much better at one for all than me.

I'm never gonna live up to All Might! I don't know why I'm even trying.

It doesn't matter. I just have to do what I'm supposed to do. I should probably check up on Kacchan later. He seemed really upset. He takes priority right now.

Notes:

I'll get back to Bakugou at Aizawa's, but I said I was going to torture everyone, and it's Midoriya's turn. I will warn you, the storyline is going to get darker as mental health gets worse for the characters.

Chapter 17: Useless Deku

Summary:

Midoriya struggles with self harm.

Notes:

TW: self depreciation, suicidal thoughts, self harm in detail!!!

this chapter will be dealing with some darker subjects, so I you have any of these triggers, I suggested not reading, or at least waiting until you think you can emotionally handle it.

And please for the love of all things holy don't do anything Midoriya is doing in this chapter!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

I was sitting in my room. I was texting my friends, and for a while I was happy.

I was having a nice conversation with Uraraka.

I really enjoyed talking to her. She was fun to talk to, and always had good advice... and for a while I was able to forget my stress.
I was happy, I was smiling, and I felt like everything was going to be okay...

Uravity:

"Sorry Deku, I have to go.👋"

Well fuck...

Now what?...
I lost my distraction...

It was lonely... it was was quiet... All Might enjoyed my company... and I enjoyed his at first... but I felt... useless.

Without Kacchan here, I had no one to train with. I'm supposed to be a great hero like All Might... but how am I supposed to do that without anyone to train with.

Kacchan hadn't been responding to my texts, and I was getting worried.

I knew Mr Aizawa would keep him safe... but he seemed really upset when he left...

I'm supposed to be there for him! He won't go to anyone else... for the most part at least...

It's my job to make sure he's okay.

God I'm useless...

I wasn't training...
I wasn't helping Kacchan...
I wasn't helping anyone...
I wasn't preparing for a fight...
I wasn't fixing anything...

If I can't fix something... what am I good for?

Nothing, that's what!!!

Kacchan was right when he called me useless... Sometimes I wonder if I should have taken his advice...

No, to far!
I'm not going there...

It's not like anyone would miss me though...

No, I'm the holder of one for all. The power would disappear with me...

But I could just give it to someone...

But it's a really special power... I can't just give it to anyone...

But Mirio was supposed to get it anyway...

I groaned loudly into my pillow.

Why was I thinking like this again?!

I thought I left this in middle school...

But I need to do something... or I'm gonna end up doing it... something to hurt without killing me...

No! I'm not going to start that again!

 

...

 

 

...But... so long as no one found out... I could hurt without having to kill myself...

There's not really any reason not to... I don't mind the scars... so long as I'm careful...

I sat up slowly on my bed... I stood, walking towards the bathroom...

I had noticed a week ago that All Might had spare razor blades in the bathroom cabinet. I had made a mental note of it without really knowing why.

I opened the cabinet, reaching for the box.

I selected a blade that looked sharper than the others...

"God I can't believe I doing this again..."

I whispered to myself.

I put the box back, chosen razor blade carefully griped between my fingers.

I glanced around before exiting the bathroom.

I couldn't risk All Might finding out about this...

I walked quickly to my room, looking down at the blade in my hand.

"Shit, I forgot to grab tissues..."

I put the razor in the top drawer of my dresser.

My heart was beating faster now. This was nerve wracking... almost exhilarating...

I walked quickly and quietly back to the bathroom.

I found a spare box of tissues.

I made my way back to my room, quickly shutting it behind me.

I gave a sigh of relief.

I grabbed the razor blade, and walked over to my bed, placing the tissues down on my night stand.

I hadn't done this in a while... I was kinda nervous.

I forgot what this felt like, so I felt like I was going in blind.

I rolled up my shorts, revealing old scars. Most were pretty faded, but you could still see that they were there.

I took a deep shuddering breath... placing the blade against my skin.

I quickly slid it across my skin. If I didn't do it quickly, I knew I'd back out.

My reflexes kept me from going to deep. It was barely a scratch. I don't think it even broke the skin.

I guess I'd have to go deeper...

I didn't remember how much pressure to use, so I was relearning.

I quickly slid the razor across my thigh again.

It broke the skin this time. A little drop of blood started pooling in the corner of the cut. It didn't grow much. It just stayed a small drop, but I felt like I was getting the hang of it.

A small amount of satisfaction spread through me as I felt the slight burning of a fresh cut.

I slid the blade again.

This time 3 drops started forming on the cut. It still wasn't a lot, but I couldn't help but be proud of myself in some way.

Once again, I quickly sliced my thigh. It was deeper.

3 drops formed, but this time they continued growing. 1 grew till it touched another one, causing them to merge in a large droplet of blood.

The drop slid down the side of my thigh.

I quickly grabbed a tissue, dabbing it up before it could touch the bed.

Okay so I had it figured out. I knew exactly the amount of pressure needed.

I sliced again, It bled again, I dabbed it with a tissue again.

I repeated the steps a few more times.

I put the razor in the drawer in my night stand.

I wasn't sure what to do with the tissues. There wasn't a trash can in here and I couldn't risk All Might seeing them.

I settled on putting them under the bed. It wouldn't work long term, but it was fine for now.

I was tired.

I rolled my shorts back in place, and tucked myself in.

It was a bit early to go to bed, but I was tired.

So I slept.

Notes:

If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts or self harm please talk to someone.  Call 1-800-273-8255 to talk to a professional. The suicide prevention hotline is free.

Chapter 18: Aizawa's House

Summary:

Bakugou go's to Aizawa's house. He swears. The boys need to chill.

Notes:

I was planning to do more on Midoriya before going to Bakugou's situation, but I have writers block in the Midoriya situation and I really want to write more Aizawa so... oh well...

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Aizawa's POV:

I watched as the boy packed his things. When he was finished, he walked over to me, not saying a word. He just stood, waiting for instructions.

"Alright let's go."

We walked out to the living room. By the looks of things, Zashi had already discussed the details, which I would have to find out later.

We said goodbye, and got in the car.

Eri and Bakugou were squished together in the back seat. Eri was happily babbling about all the fun things they could do together.

Zashi was driving, and I was in the passenger seat.

"So why'd you break the cup?"

I asked.

I probably could have worded it better. At least a bit more gentle, but I felt like we had to address it eventually.

"I was upset."

He answered flatly.

"Okay. Why were you upset?"

"Why does it matter?"

I sighed.

"Bakugou... I'm trying to figure out what was going on over there, that made everything get so bad."

"I have an adutude problem... that's it."

"I don't disagree that you have an adutude problem... but I also think that there was a bit more going on. So I repeat... why were you upset?"

At that, I turned in my seat, looking at the boy I was practically interrogating at this point.

He looked away, looking almost nervous to answer my questions.

"Bakugou... why were you upset?"

I repeated for the third time.

"...I dunno..."

He mumbled.

"Bakugou..."

"All Might said he wished I was more like fucking Deku!!! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"

"1, language. 2... I'm sorry he said that... he shouldn't have..."

The boy started glaring out the window.

My husband gave me a look, that I knew communicated that he was displeased by my bluntness.

We soon pulled into the driveway.

We all went inside.

Bakugou glanced around, but made no effort to actually explore.

Everyone kicked their shoes off.

Eri immediately ran to the couch and got comfy. Bakugou followed but didn't sit on the couch.

"Where is he gonna sleep?"

Zashi immediately asked, the second the kids were out of earshot.

"He can room with shinso... we'll just have to grab a mattress from storage."

"I'll go pick it up."

My husband kissed me goodbye, and went to get a mattress from the storage building.

I walked over to the couch. Eri was telling Bakugou about her favorite show, and how he should watch it with her. He would give a response every once in a while, but kept quite for the most part.

"Why don't you sit down? The couch isn't gonna bite you."

I said, sitting down, as if to prove my point.

"It's velvet..."

He said, gesturing to the couch.

"Yes... what's the problem?"

"Who has a couch made of velvet?"

"...I do...why does it matter?"

"It's gross..."

"How so?"

I was very interested in hearing his thought process on this, because I've never heard velvet be described as gross... itchy maybe, but not gross.

"It's just... gross... it feels gross... it's..."

He seemed to get more and more unsure of his answer as he continued talking.

At that moment Zashi opened the door.

"Can someone help me carry this mattress inside?"

I stood, motioning for Bakugou to follow me.

We helped Zashi bring the mattress into the living room.

"This is gonna be your bed for a while."

Zashi told or new guest.

The boy nodded.

He was a lot quieter than I was used to. He did tend to be reserved when not annoyed, but he would usually at least give verbal responses.... I really had to figure out what was going on over there.

Of course just as I was about to ask, my son opened the door. Back from hanging out with Kaminari.

He looked around with an understandable amount of confusion on his face.

"Okay so... a number of questions... 1, what's with the mattress? 2, what's with the Bakugou? And 3, what's with you all being gathered in the living room like some kind of cult?"

I sighed, trying to figure out where to start.

Before I could speak though, Zashi answered.

"Long story short... you have a roommate! Isn't that fun?"

Hitoshi took a moment to process.

"...what happened to him staying with All Might?"

My husband and I looked at each other for a moment.

"Well... there were some disagreements... so Bakugou is going to be staying with us..."

I answered.

"....okay... welp, let's get this mattress in there."

I was surprised with how he was taking all this. He would normally give some kind of argument, but he was somehow fine with a roommate he had no earlier knowledge of.

We moved the mattress into his room. On the wall right across from his. And then made the bed.

Everything was set up.

It was then that I remembered that I had been making lunch before all this.

"Who's hungry?"

"I am!"

The purple haired menace answered almost immediately.

"Alright, I'll make sandwiches."

We all went to the kitchen.

Eri and Hitoshi immediately sat at the table, my husband helping me with the sandwiches, while Bakugou kinda just stood there.

His awkward demeanor didn't last long, because of course Hitoshi decided standing wasn't an option, and grabbed the boy, dragging him into the seat next to him.

"Oh fuck you."

Bakugou mumbled quietly. Though not quite enough for me to miss it.

"Bakugou, language!"

He glared at me at first, but then he seemed almost lost in thought for a moment.

"Hey uh... am I still grounded?"

He finally spoke.

"Oh most definitely."

"Damn it."

"Language! Don't make me get after you again."

I then started passing out sandwiches.

Eri immediately started stuffing her face, as if we'd been starving her for the past week.

We ate in awkward silence for a while. Occasionally sharing a few words here or there.

The silence was finally broken by Hitoshi.

"So since when do you and All Might have beef?"

"Hitoshi!"

My husband scolded.

"What? I'm just curious."

"Since I broke his fuc- his stupid cup."

He caught himself this time.

"So you got kicked out because of a cup?"

"I didn't get kicked out!!! I got kidnapped if anything."

"Boys! Hitoshi, stop asking personal questions. Bakugou, I need you to stop yelling."

We went back to silence for a while before I was the one to break it.

"We will have to talk about what's been going on over there eventually... but it not Hitoshi's concern now is it?"

The last part directed at my son.

We finished eating.

Eri begged Bakugou to watch cartoons with her.

"I can't, I'm grounded."

I could see the glare that was directed at me when he said it, but I chose to ignore it.

This child had way too much adutude.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed.
I was hoping to get more out, but I'm tired and want to post this before bed.

It's like almost 1:30 A.M over here, and I really need sleep.

Chapter 19: A Conversation

Summary:

Can Bakugou tell Aizawa and Yamada the secret?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

The day progressed slowly. Eventually it was dinner time, and we had to sit through another awkward meal.

It was even quieter than last time, since mind fuck was told to stop asking questions. Not that it stopped the adults from doing the same thing.

When I finished eating, Mr Aizawa told me to take a seat on the couch because apparently we needed to talk.

I sat in my designated spot, that was decided by the blanket placed there by Present Mic, or Yamada as he told me to call him while here. He put the blanket down so that I wouldn't have to feel the fucking velvet couch that these fuckers had.

They sent the other 2, off to do whatever shit they did, so then we could have privacy.

God I was dreading this conversation.

"Let's start with you running away."

My homeroom teacher stated bluntly.

"I didn't run away. I went for a walk."

"I'd normally believe you... except that when All Might tried to call you... you refused to answer the phone."

"I didn't want to talk to him."

"Why?"

Yamada cut in.

"I dunno... I was irritated..."

"Because he was ignoring you for Midoriya?"

Mr Aizawa asked, even though he already knew the answer.

I didn't respond.

"He does that a lot, doesn't he?"

Yamada worded it like a question, even though it was not.

God why were we even having this conversation? Why did it matter?!

"I do wonder when that all started..."

Mr Aizawa mumbled to himself.

I looked away when he said that. To fast apparently.

"Bakugou... do you know?"

"Why does it matter?"

"It might not, but somethings going on, and you're somehow connected to all of it. And I'm going to figure out why. So when did they start to get close. Because seems like it was a thing before school started."

"The sludge villain..."

"Okay... and why?"

"Deku was being a moron and tried to save me... All Might was impressed I guess."

"So All Might decided to be a mentor to Midoriya because he thought his actions were heroic?"

I nodded.

"Okay.... and you were jealous of Midoriya getting extra attention."

"I'm not jealous! I never was jealous! And I never will be jealous!!!"

"Then why were you upset with All Might?"

Mr Aizawa challenged.

I screamed into the armrest of the couch in frustration, earning a chuckle from Yamada.

"Why do you care?"

I asked, voice still slightly muffled by my face still being pushed again the armrest.

"Because I'm trying to figure out what's been going on with you for a while. It's more obvious now because you were living together, but this has been going on for a long time. There is something happening between you 3, and you're reacting negatively to it. I wanna know why the mentorship bothers you so much. I want to hear your side in all this. I've been noticing this for a while. Especially after you picked that fight with Midoriya. All Might told me some of the things that were said, and you've been upset for a while. Why?!"

I hesitated... for once in my life, I didn't have an answer.

"I..."

hesitation.

"I don't....."

I had to think about this... really think. Why was I so upset about this? Why was a stupid mentorship hurting me so much? Why was I so angry at a man who was just doing his best to teach Deku how to be useful?

I thought about it... and I found my answer...

"All Might was my favorite too... but he chose Deku... every time... I spent my whole life trying to be strong... but he chose him. I guess that was the best decision..."

"Why was it the best?"

"Because Deku needed that damn quir- needed All Might more than me."

Shit I almost let it slip.

"You were gonna say something else... what did Midoriya need?"

Shit fuck he noticed!

"All Might. I said he needed All Might."

"No you cut yourself off... what did he need that you didn't?"

"It doesn't matter."

There was no way I was gonna play this off. Maybe I could get him to change the subject.

"No, we're not moving on. I feel like this is important. What did Midoriya need?"

There was no way out of this! I was backed into a corner and I hated it.

"I can't tell you."

I really hoped that he would leave it alone.

"Why?"

"It's a secret..."

Why couldn't he just fuck off?!

"Who told you to keep the secret?"

"Nobody..."

I technically wasn't lying... I said that I wouldn't tell anyone, they just thanked me for it. They never told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Who's secret are you keeping?"

"...I think you already know..."

"So All Might, and Midoriya?"

I nodded.

If I was going to get him to leave me alone. I had to answer all the questions I could.

"I have to ask... is it something inappropriate?"

"Ew, fuck no!"

"Bakugou, language!... and you need to understand, it's very concerning when a child has to keep an adults secret. I had to make sure nothing like that was going on."

I suppose he was right. From an outside point of view, this situation could be seen as inappropriate... especially since they're always going off by themselves.

"Is the secret dangerous?"

I hesitated again.

Was it?... it kinda was for Deku... he was always hurting himself... and All Might never did anything to seriously try to stop it... and he was now caught up in a fight with enemies he wasn't informed of previously... I never thought about it.

"Bakugou?"

Oh shit, I've just been staring into space this whole time.

"Uh, no."

I couldn't say yes. Then he would insist on me telling him.

"You sure? You took a while to answer."

Shit! I hate it when people can tell when I'm lying.

"Yeah... not dangerous..."

God I was a terrible lier.

"Bakugou... is this secret dangerous? Don't lie to me."

Shit shit shit!!!

"What's your definition of dangerous?"

I'm terrible at this.

"Could this secret cause bodily harm, or trauma to someone?"

I can't lie, because he'll know.
I tell the truth because then he'll want to know the secret.

"I don't want to answer anymore questions..."

"Bakugou... could this secret hurt someone?"

"Yes, if Deku's not careful!"

"So Midoriya could get hurt because of this?"

I groaned, but nodded reluctantly.

"And All Might is involved in this?"

I nodded.

"And how do you know this secret?"

"I figured it out."

"But no one told you to keep it a secret?"

"Not technically..."

"So why is it a secret?"

"Because it would be bad if people found out."

"Do they know that you know?"

I nodded.

"Is it something illegal?"

"No! Not that I know of..."

I don't think there are laws that even consider this situation.

"So let me get this straight... it's a secret about All Might and Midoriya... that could get get Midoriya hurt... and you found out about it... but you can't tell anyone because then something bad will happen... even though it's nothing illegal?"

God he made it sound so bad.

"...technically... yes..."

"Would something bad happen if you just told us?"

"...it depends..."

"On what?"

"Whether or not you would tell someone."

"How about this... if it's nothing inappropriate or illegal... I won't tell anyone... except maybe Midoriya's mom."

"She can't know either!"

"Why?"

"Because something bad will happen."

"But not if we know?"

I could tell he was confused. I was kinda confusing myself.

"Well you're pro heroes... so you'd probably be fine..."

"Okay... I won't tell his mom."

I wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Depending on how he took it would probably decide that.

"Bakugou... can you tell me the secret?"

I didn't think anything bad would happen if they knew... but they didn't exactly need to know either... God, this was so confusing!

I don't think I had ever been this nervous in a conversation. It felt like I was in some kind of trouble... except somehow worse... I didn't normally care if I was in trouble... but this felt bad... like some kind of rock in the pit of my stomach...
like some kind of guilt... like how I felt when I ended All Might... I felt like I was disappointing someone. I felt like I was disappointing Mr Aizawa... but if I told, I felt like I'd be disappointing All Might... and I wasn't sure which was worse.

This felt like a battle. Either way, I felt like I would be wrong. I was losing no matter what, and I hated it.

I felt tears building up. If I blinked, I knew they would come pouring down my face. I couldn't keep my breath from shuddering.

I wanted to tell someone so bad. I wanted to be able to tell Mr Aizawa, but I didn't think I could.

I blinked.

Tears flooded down my face. It was pathetic. I was crying over something as stupid as a secret I couldn't tell.

No... I was crying at the feeling of disappointing the man on the couch next to me. I was crying over disappointment I wasn't sure was even there.

I felt arms rap around me. Normally I would fight them off. Panic at the feeling of being restricted. But this didn't feel restricting, or suffocating. It felt secure.

Mr Aizawa was the last person I expected a hug from... but here we were. He held me close to his chest.

Yamada came around to my other side, sitting on the armrest, running his fingers through my hair.

"I want to tell you! But I don't... I can't... I don't want to disappoint All Might more than I already have! I just want to tell someone. It's nothing bad! At least I don't think so, but it's exhausting. I don't want him to be anymore mad at me! I'm sorry for being a brat, but my ego won't let me apologize. I just want him to be proud of me like he is with Deku!"

"If he were to get mad at you for not keeping a secret that is clearly hurting you... then he's not someone you should look up to... if you can't tell me, that's okay. But I think you need to for your own sake."

My face was buried in his chest. His shirt was soaked with tears.

I cried.

They comforted.

I was safe.

Notes:

I think this is the longest chapter so far!!!

About 200 more words and this chapter would be 2000 word long.

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 20: Bed Time

Summary:

Bakugou opens up to his teachers. Bakugou and Shinso have too similar of personalities... Bakugou's just louder about it.

Chapter Text

Aizawa's POV:

I held the crying boy for a while before he calmed down.

He was holding onto me like he was afraid to be let go, face buried in my chest. I never expected this type of reaction from him. He was the last person I expected to burst into tears in this situation.

I continued hugging him, rubbing my hand up and down his back. My husband continued scratching his head. I held him until his sobs turned to sniffles, and his shaking turned to shudders.

"Bakugou... no matter what you do... whether you tell me or not... I will not be disappointed with you..."

"Nobody's upset with you."

My husband added.

"I... I wanna tell you so bad..."

He said through shuddering breaths.

I continued rubbing his back as I spoke.

"Then tell me. If that's what you want to do... then tell me..."

"...Deku was... quirkless..."

I made a sound of recognition, so he knew I was listening, but I looked up at my husband with confusion. He gave me the same look.

"All Might... he gave Deku his quirk... his quirk was passed down by a lot of people... it started with All for one..."

I couldn't help but tense at this... what kind of situation did they get themselves into?

"He gave the quirk to his brother I think... that's what Deku said... his brother passed it down, and then they passed it down, and it kept getting passed down to people until it became All Might's... and now it's Deku's... he decided to give it to Deku because he rushed into a dangerous situation without thinking about what could happen... and I guess that makes a good hero."

This was a lot more intense than I thought it would be...

"All for one is against anyone who has the quirk so... now it's Deku's responsibility... and I was able to peice it together... and I was supposed to keep the secret. It could be very dangerous for them if the wrong people found out!"

"So what you're telling me is... All Might gave Midoriya a quirk... that has serious effects on his body... that he gave to him because he saw how reckless he can be... even though he knew it would make him a target for basically every villain out there... but neither of you are allowed to tell anyone about it, even if you need support?"

He hesitated slightly.

"I... uh... when you say it like that... it sounds really bad..."

"Bakugou, it is bad! All Might put a child in danger, and then didn't tell me about it so I could at least prepare. As his teacher I should have known that. He then continued to encourage that behavior, to the point where Midoriya could have permanent repercussions!"

I shouldn't have raised my voice. None of this was Bakugou's fault.

"What happens now?..."

I looked down at the child who was usually angry and explosive... to see a kid who was confused, scared, and lost. He was just looking for answers.

"What happens now is... you getting ready for bed. We'll worry about the quirk thing later."

He looked hesitant, but I couldn't make a good decision when I was still in shock from all this new information.

My husband gestured for the boy to follow him.

Bakugou's POV:

I followed Yamada to a bedroom.

He opened the door. Inside were Eri and mind fuck, in what looked like a little girls bedroom, playing dress up or something.

"Come on, it's time to get ready for bed."

He said, interrupting their play.

"But it's still pretty early."

Mind fuck argued.

"You don't have to sleep right away. You can play on your phone, but it's been a long day, and I'm ready for it to end."

He sighed, but didn't argue further.

"Take Bakugou. He needs to get ready too."

And just like that, I was handed off.

I was led to the bathroom, so we could all brush our teeth.

"Why were you crying?"

Mind fuck asked.

"What?"

"Why were you crying?... I can tell when someones been crying... and currently that someone is you."

"I don't really see how that's any of your business."

I said, applying toothpaste to my toothbrush.

"Okay... are you in trouble or something?"

Apparently he didn't know how to shut up.

"No."

"Did they get after you on something?"

"No."

"Okay, I have no more guesses."

We stood there. The only sound was the scrubbing of our teeth, and the occasional sound of spitting.

We finished, and I was led to mind fuck's room, where I would be staying.

"Turn around, I have to change."

He told me.

I turned my head, putting my hand up for extra measure.

After a little bit, I was told I could look.

He was wearing a black tank top with some pink pajama shorts.

He turned away.

"Your turn. Get changed."

I changed into some pajamas.
A black shirt, a few sizes too big. Along with a pair of red shorts, that went to about my mid thigh. I would have preferred pants, but my only pajama pants had little All Might faces on them, and I'm not wearing those in front of this mother fucker.

"You can look."

I said, plopping down on the mattress on the floor.

He turned around, and just... stared at me.

"...Was it something to do with All Might?"

"What?"

"Your crying... was it something to do with All Might?"

I sighed.

"You really don't know how to mind your fucking business do you?"

"Nope."

He answered simply.

"Yes it had something to do with All Might... but that's all you're getting because I've revealed enough secrets today."

"Okay."

We sat in awkward silence for a little while.

"So uh... what do you think of... uh... this situation?"

He was clearly just trying to break up the silence, but with terrible conversation skills.

"Do you ever talk to anyone? You suck at conversation."

He gave me an offended look.

"Yes I talk to people! I'm just usually with an extrovert... so I don't have to do much talking..."

"What like dunce face?"

"Yeah... why do you call him that?"

"Because he's a dunce... with a stupid smiley face..."

"He's not a dunce."

"Explain his grades then?"

"Explain your adutude!"

He was getting really defensive.

"...Why do you care what I call him, when even he doesn't?"

"Maybe he does care. Ever thought of that?!"

"If it bothers him, why doesn't he just say something?"

"Unlike you Bakugou, some people are not confrontational!"

He said my name with an unholy amount of venom.

"Well if he told me to stop, I would. Unlike you Shinso, I respect people's boundaries, and will stop when asked!"

I mirrored his adutude.

"I respect people's boundaries!"

"Oh really?! Well then, oh high and mighty Shinso. Explain what all of your questions are, besides just being an invasion of my privacy?! I've asked you to stop! Your fucking dads, told you to stop! But you keep going!!!"

"Oh wanna fight me blasty?!"

I was half way through standing up when I answered.

"Come at me, mind fuck!"

That's when I felt my whole body go cold. I was no longer in control. Luckily because I was only half stood up, I fell back down, bringing me back.

"Did you just use your fucking quirk on me?..."

I said in a deceptively calm voice.

He seemed to hesitate for a second.

"Oh you're fucking dead."

Unlike this mother fucker... I knew better than to use my quirk without permission when there's no villain.

I immediately grabbed him, shoving him into his bed.

"Get off me!"

I didn't respond. I wasn't stupid.

He kneed me in the gut, which surprisingly hurt, even though he was so lanky..

I grunted in pain.

I punched him... not hard... but what else was I supposed to do in that situation?

Apparently it was hard enough for a split lip, and a bloody nose.

He responded by grabbing my hair on the side of my head, and slamming my face into the wall.

That was definitely going to bruise...

We continued to hit and kick each other. Managing to use the wall, floor, and wooden bed frame as weapons.

Unfortunately for us both, this was not completely silent.

Yamada busted the door open.

What the hell is going on here?"

He yelled loud enough, I think his quirk was at least partially activated.

At this point, the purple haired fucker was on top of me, while holding my face against the floor, while my bottom half, and him were still on the bed.

We were both bleeding, bruised, and in a whole lot of  trouble...

Chapter 21: Explanation

Summary:

The boys explain themselves, and get an earful from a very unhappy Mic.

Notes:

Aight so I said Bakugou was Pan in the Author's note chapter... but I might change that... it's depends... if I give him a love interest, I'll keep it the same... if not I'm gonna make him aro... we'll see...

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Hizashi's POV:

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

I shouted.

I had pulled the boys away from each other. I practically dragged them to the living room, and they were both seated at opposite ends of the couch.

They both tried to defend themselves at once. Trying to talk over each other, to tell they're sides of the story.

My husband just sat in the chair, clearly pissed. Though he decided that he wasn't getting involved... right now at least.

I held up my hand to silence them.

"Hitoshi, I'm going to ask you first... why the hell were you two fighting?"

"He kept insulting Kaminari, and calling him stupid!"

He said, pointing an accusatory finger at the other boy.

"Okay... and how did it turn physical?"

"Well... he hit me... so I hit him back..."

I could tell he was leaving important details out, but I chose not to call him on it. I was sure to hear it from Bakugou.

"Bakugou your turn. Why were you two fighting?"

"I called dunce face... dunce face... as I usually do. And mind fu- eyebags... got all pissy about it. We argued, and then eyebags asked if I wanted to fight. So obviously I said come at me. I'm not gonna say no to a direct challenge."

He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Anyway, when I responded, he used his quirk on me."

"He did what?!"

I almost yelled, immediately shooting a look at the very guilty looking insomniac on the other end of the couch.

"You used your quirk on him?!"

He refused to look at me. Apparently just realizing that he was in a lot of trouble.

"Anyway!"

Bakugou continued in annoyance.

"I fell over. Effectively nocking me out of it. I was understandably pissed, so yeah I punched him. But can you really blame me?!"

"Yes. Yes I can. If you hadn't punched him, and instead got one of us... he would be the only one in trouble right now."

"...yeah... I know..."

Bakugou sighed in disappointment.

He just seemed tired.

"What I wanna know is why you thought that it was a good idea to use your quirk outside of training."

I said, looking at my son.

"I just... he kept calling Kaminari stupid... so I wanted to make him feel stupid..."

I sighed.

Of course... I wasn't all that surprised.

"Well, you're both grounded. Bakugou for fighting, and Hitoshi for using your quirk on him. Of course since Bakugou is already grounded, his grounding is gonna go on a little longer."

I could tell they wanted to argue, but they wisely chose against it.

"Now both of you go to bed before I lose my mind. And no more fighting! If that happens again, you're both writing a 3 page essay on why fighting isn't a constructive way to solve your problems... in English."

They nodded solemnly, and headed to bed.

"First day!"

I said in disbelief, looking at my husband.

"Did you not expect this? They're both bull headed little shits, with very little self control, stuck in a room together. it was bound to happen... I was just hoping it would take a little longer."

We both sighed this time.

"Shota... do you think we should take Midoriya too? After everything that we heard... I kinda want to know Midoriya's thoughts on it.."

"And I want to hear All Might try and explain himself."

My husband responded.

"So should we?"

"We'll give it a week... I think everyone could use a break from each other."

"Yeah... you're probably right."

Notes:

I'm not dead!
My excuse for being gone... I don't really have one. I have a life... and a lot of school to do before it let's out next week. But then I should be able to write more.

Chapter 22: Just Me And All Might

Summary:

Midoriya hangs out with All Might.

Notes:

Tw: mentioned self harm!!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

The day after my self harm relapse was slow. I felt numb... nothing I did made me feel anything. I forgot what it was like.

"Young Midoriya."

All Might addressed happily.

"Would you like to have a movie night? I think it would be a fun bonding experience."

"Uh, sure All Might."

I wasn't really in the mood, but I couldn't really say that.

All Might got some snacks together, while I picked a movie.

I picked up an old hero movie. Maybe it would cheer me up.

We put it in, and pushed play.

The movie did not make me feel better. In fact, it made me feel worse.

The main character was bullied growing up. She was weak... but she overcame it all. She became super powerful. She lived up to the expectations of her mentor....

It reminded me of the exact reason I decided to cut.

I really wasn't helping anyone right now was I?

I was lonely...
Really, really, lonely...

Everyone I've texted today has been busy... and I have to wonder if they just don't want to talk to me... It seems like at least one of them would be available...

Everyone hates me, don't they?

I talk to much... I'm really annoying... Kacchan says I'm creepy when I take notes, so I probably make everyone uncomfortable...

God... I hate myself...

All Might said that we could watch another movie, so I decided to put in my comfort movie as a distraction.

I popped Ponyo into the DVD player.

Unfortunately All Might hadn't seen it, and kept interrupting the movie to ask questions that would be answered by the movie itself if he would just be patient, and watch the movie.

It was annoying, but it did work as a distraction.

Since he kept talking over the movie, and missing important scenes, he was very confused by the end of the movie...

So I spent the next hour, essentially retelling the movie, but with explaining literally everything, and telling him sertain meanings he wasn't getting.

Eventually we got past Ponyo, and sat in silence.

"Do... do you think I overreacted to young Bakugou breaking my cup?"

All Might effectively broke the silence.

I hesitated...

All Might was my mentor... I didn't want to be disrespectful... but he did ask...

"...A little bit yeah... he shouldn't have done that... but he's always been impulsive... so I can't be to mad..."

"Should I call and apologize?"

"He wouldn't pick up... I've tried calling and texting him... I think he put his phone on silent... but maybe next time you see him..."

All Might nodded.

It was clear he felt bad for the incident. I was glad he wanted to make things right.

I sighed.

"Nobody's available for training..."

All Might gave me an amused look.

"You don't have to train every day. You can take a break."

"I've been taking a break for the past few days..."

I groaned.

"Do push ups. Go on a run. You don't have to spar to train."

The truth is I've tried... but without someone to spar with, it's been extremely difficult to work up the motivation to do anything. I didn't say it though... I just sighed.

"Yeah you're right."

Notes:

Sorry it's short. It's really hard for me to write Midoriya.

Chapter 23: I'm Not Mad

Summary:

Little heart to heart.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

I woke up with no one else in the room. Mind fuck was just not there.

I went out to the kitchen, to see Yamada. He was leaning over some papers on the table. I stood there awkwardly, not sure if I should try to get his attention, or just leave him alone. I definitely upset him last night, and I wanted to avoid that happening again. I already felt bad about breaking All Might's cup, and then telling his secret. Now I've upset even more people.

I continued just standing in the doorway, opting to not bother him.

He eventually glanced up, noticing my presence.

"Oh, Bakugou. How long have you been standing there?"

"A few minutes."

I answered honestly.

"Are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure."

I decided to keep my talking to a minimum. I couldn't handle anymore adults being mad at me. It's pathetic... but I can't do it.

He gestured for me to sit at the table.

"Would you like some eggs?"

"Sure."

I once again gave a short answer.

"Sho and Hitoshi are at a dentist appointment."

"Okay."

He looked over at me with concern.

"Hey, bud... you alright?"

I nodded, looking down at my lap. If I looked at him, it would be disrespectful. My mom taught me that.

I normally didn't give a shit what she said... but right now I was trying to be on this man's good side.

He stopped what he was doing, and crouched down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Bakugou... what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Somethings going on. You don't always look at me, but you don't ever hide your face."

Is that how it looked? I was hiding my face?

"Nothings wrong."

I stuck to my answer.

He pulled his chair over, sitting it in front of me. He sat down, taking both my hands in his.

"Bakugou... I have been a teacher long enough to know when somethings going on with a student... I'll ask questions, and you can tell me whether they're right or wrong... That okay?"

I nodded.

"Does it have something to do with All Might?"

I mean partially... but it was mostly just him...

I shook my head, no.

"Is it something to do with me?"

I hesitated... what was I supposed to do here? Confirm?! Why did I agree to this?

"So that's a yes."

I hunched over farther.

Maybe I could just disappear if I curled into myself enough.

"Are you mad at me?"

I shook my head.

"Then why aren't you talking to me?"

"Because you're mad at me!"

I said, finally looking up at the man.

"Bakugou... bud... I'm not mad at you... why would I be?"

"Because I fought with mind fu- eye bags!"

It was hard not to swear.

"Bakugou... I'm not angry with you... I was upset, yes... but you're grounded... you're facing the consequences of your actions... I'm not still upset. Just don't do that again."

I don't know why, but I felt tears pricking my eyes.

God I was turning into Deku.

I felt the man wrap me in a hug.

"This is stupid..."

I grumbled against the man's shoulder.

"I don't think so."

Notes:

This is incredibly short, but I've got writers block when it comes to this story... I'm just trying not to drop it... maybe I'll just kill off the boys's parents to make it more interesting... let me know...

Chapter 24: A/N

Chapter Text

I really need to write more... but I've got writers block... and not because I don't know what to write. It's because I've lost the motivation I guess.

My writing style has changed from writing other fanfics... and I just don't really like this one.

I've been writing this in a first person pov... but I prefer third person honestly... and I feel like I can't just change it half way through...

I don't know what to do.

I have plans for future chapters... it's just working up the motivation to write in this style...

I don't like reading first person... so I stopped writing it in other fanfics... mostly here on ao3.
(I also write on wattpad)

I don't know...

I hope to continue, but it might be a little while.

In the meantime... you could read my Owl House fanfics if that's something you're into.

So uh... see ya in the future hopefully?

Chapter 25: Babysitting

Summary:

BakuBabysitter

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

After the disgusting display of affection, Yamada went back to making eggs, and I went back to awkwardly eating mine.

Soon the small child came running out of her room, and plopped into the chair next to me.

"Hey Kacchan!"

She said happily.

"Deku's ruined her."

I said with feigned annoyance.

"Don't say that. She didn't do anything wrong."

Yamada scolded.

She was given eggs of her own, which she quickly devoured.

"After breakfast, do you wanna play with me?"

She asked, giving me a hopeful look.

"I guess... it depends on what you wanna play."

"Shi- shoot... I mean shoot."

Yamada caught himself.

Apparently I wasn't the only one with a swearing problem.

"What's wrong?"

I asked, not really interested, but trying to seem like I actually knew how to be a normal human being.

"There's another villain attack happening nearby. I've been called in."

"Can I go with you?"

I asked hopefully.

I hadn't been in a good fight in a while, and was desperate for something interesting.

"Normally I would say yes, but I can't leave Eri alone, so I'm gonna need you to babysit... plus you're grounded... so... I'm sorry, it's a no. Maybe next time."

I groaned, but didn't argue. It was true, they couldn't just leave a six year old home alone during a villain attack.

I mean, my mom totally would... in fact she has, but Eri was different.

"So can I count on you to take care of her?"

I nodded.

"Thanks bud."

Yamada rushed to get ready. When he seemed about done, Eri piped up.

"Can Kacchan watch TV with me, even though he's grounded?"

"Uh... Shota would say no... but he's not here... and technically I'm aloud to make decisions... I'm an adult... so, yes, but just while I'm gone."

Eri made a sound of delight.

"Also some rules. Don't leave the house unless it's an emergency. If her quirk activates, do your best to calm her down, without touching her, and call Aizawa immediately. And Eri, Bakugou's in charge, so listen to him."

"Okay!"

She agreed happily.

He hugged the girl goodbye, and ruffled my hair, before heading out.

The second the door closed, the girl spun around to face me.

"Can we make cookies?!"

She asked excitedly.

"Are we aloud?"

I asked with a look of suspicion.

"He didn't say we couldn't in the rules, and he said you were in charge."

"I guess, but if we get in trouble, I'm blaming you. I don't care if you're practicly a fetus."

"I don't know what that means, but I wanna make cookies."

"If you have the ingredients."

"What are the ingredients?"

"Depends, what kind of cookies do you want?"

I don't know why I was just going along with this tiny child, but I was. I couldn't think of a good reason why not.

"Chocolate chip!"

"Alright, let's see what your kitchen has to offer."

Eri grabbed my hand, practicly dragging me into the kitchen. I looked through the cupboards, collecting all of the ingredients. I grabbed a bowl, and measured out the dry ingredients.

"Here, mix this up."

I instructed.

"Okay!"

She agreed happily.

"I didn't have time to let the butter soften, so I'm putting it in the microwave. That's not how you're supposed to do it though, so remember to take it out to soften for future reference."

Eri nodded. Her face that of concentration, like this was the most important thing I would ever tell her.

I measured out the butter and sugar, into a smaller bowl, and slid it over to Eri to mix.

"Here."

I said, showing her how to use the hand mixer.

"How do you know all this stuff?"

She asked, voice filled with fascination.

"My dad taught me."

Talking about him gave me a heavy feeling in my chest. I had been hoping to spend this summer with him... But then the hag won those tickets. So now I'm stuck here...

"You look sad..."

Eri said, looking upset.

"I'm fine."

I said, voice gruffer than intended.

"That done mixing?"

I asked, changing the subject.

"I think so... this good?"

She asked, tipping the bowl for me to see.

"Yeah, looks good. You wanna crack the eggs?"

She nodded excitedly.

She did get a few shells in there, but I was able to fish them out easy enough.

I added the vanilla to the butter, sugar, egg mixture.

"Mix it."

She happily obliged.

"Why are you sad?"

She asked, apparently not willing to drop it.

"I'm not sad."

"Lying is against the rules."

She said, pointing towards the rule chart on the wall, with an outrageous amount of sass.

"You always got this much attitude, or do you actually watch your mouth when your dads are home?"

She gave a mischievous smile.

"Hizashi says I have personality."

"Maybe a little to much."

I said with a smerk.

"He says you have a lot of personality too."

"My mom wishes I didn't."

"Why? Hizashi says it's fun."

"Children should be seen and not heard. That's what she thinks. But personally, I'd like to hear her a whole lot less."

Eri gave an amused snort.

"So why are you sad?"

"You really won't drop this will you?"

"Nope."

She said, popping the P.

"Well, since you won't shut up about it... I'm sad because my dad."

"What about your dad?"

"I wanted to spend time with him this summer, but he's not here."

"So... you miss him?"

"Yeah... I do..."

"You can spend time with my dads if you want."

"You know... I don't think I really got a choice on that one."

I added the dry ingredients to the wet, and Eri started mixing without me having to tell her this time.

"Why do you like your dad and not your mom?"

She asked bluntly.

"Who says I don't like my mom?"

"You make fun of her, and not your dad."

"I make fun of my dad sometimes... just not as much... he's sensitive. I call him a spineless cowered... but now that I think about it, my mom came up with that one."

"Why does she call him names?"

"Because their married, and that's just what married people do."

"My dads don't."

She's right... they don't...

"Yeah well... most do... Now is that completely mixed?"

"Yep."

She once again popped the P.

"How chocolatey do you want these suckers?"

"The most!"

She practicly squealed.

I dumped in twice as many chocolate chips as the recipe called for.

"These are gonna be gooey as hell."

"Swearing's against the rules."

"Well then just don't tell anyone."

The mischievous smile returned, like she was preview to the most important secret in the world.

"Fuck."

My eyes widened in shock.

"Don't say that!"

I whisper yelled.

"Just don't tell anyone."

"You're gonna get my ass beat."

Her smile widened.

"Fine, just don't tell anyone either of us were swearing, and make sure you stop when the adults get back."

"Okay!... ass."

"Oh my god."

I groaned in frustration.

"How big you want these cookies?"

"Huge!"

I slid a baking tray over to her.

"Go wild."

She squealed in excitement.

On a second baking tray, I put some regular sized cookies.

When completed, we had a tray of quite a few regular cookies, and another tray with two gargantuan cookies, that I wasn't sure would even cook.

I slid both trays into the oven.

"Alright, let's clean up this mess."

"But I wanted to play."

"Well, sucks to suck. But we made a mess, and now we have to clean it. Thems the rules."

"That's not on the rule chart."

"Maybe not, but I'm in charge, and what I say go's. I'll wash, you dry."

She gave an exaggerated sigh, but did as she was told.

"This is fuck."

"That's not even how you use that word. If you're gonna swear, do it right. Say this fucking sucks like a normal person."

"This fucking sucks."

"Good job. Now never tell a soul about this."

"Okay."

She agreed, seemingly pleased to just be able to swear.

"God I'm a terrible babysitter..."

I mumbled under my breath.

Eri laughed. So I apparently didn't say it as quiet as intended. But my hearing is shit, so that's not my fault.

I asked for hearing aids once, but the hag says that's just gonna make my hearing worse in the future. Encouraging weakness, and all that shit.

Once the dishes were clean, Eri dragged me into the living room to watch cartoons, and style my hair, which she was surprisingly good at. Not that I particularly wanted to walk around with pigtails.

After adding a bunch of heart shaped hair clips to my hair, Aizawa and mind fuck finally got back.

Aizawa looked at the TV, then at me, and then raised an eyebrow.

"If I recall correctly, you're still very much grounded."

"And if I recall correctly, your husband said it was fine."

"Of course he did."

He sighed.

"Speaking of my husband, where is he?"

"Hero stuff."

I answered simply, as Eri forcibly turned my head to get a better angle.

"You're gonna snap my neck if you're not careful."

I complained.

"Sorry."

She laughed, not sounding sorry at all.

"So Hizashi left you to babysit?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'm a great babysitter! I'm good at everything!"

I'll admit, I said it defensively.

"Seems like you did great pigtails."

Mind fuck said, flicking one of them. I did the nicknames. Who the fuck does he think he is??

"Don't fucking touch me!

"Language!"

Aizawa immediately scolded.

"Well tell him not to touch me!"

"Hitoshi, don't touch him without permission."

"Fine."

He said with an eye roll.

"What's that smell?"

Aizawa asked.

"Shit, my cookies!"

I shot up, taking Eri with me.

"Language!"

I heard Aizawa yell from behind me.

I plopped Eri onto a chair, before getting the regular sized cookies, out of the oven. The extra large ones would need longer.

"You made cookies?"

Mind fuck asked, with a look of disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because Eri wanted them."

I said with a deadpan look.

"And so you made them?"

"Why are you acting like that's so strange?"

"Because, since when do you care about anyone but yourself?"

"Okay, that's enough of that!"

Aizawa said, stepping in before anything went to far.

"Bakugou and Eri made cookies. The proper response is thank you."

"...thank you..."

He mumbled.

"You're welcome."

I said with a smug smile.

Mind fuck glared at me, and I grinned back.

This was way too much fun.

"What are those?"

He asked pointing towards the ones still in the oven.

"The really big ones Eri made."

"You let her make big ones?"

"Why not? And why are you questioning all of my decisions?"

"I'm not, I just didn't take you for a pushover."

"I'm not a pushover! I didn't let her make big ones, when I didn't want her to. I just genuinely didn't give a flying fuck!"

"Language Bakugou! And Hitoshi, I need you to stop egging him on. You're doing this on purpose, and it stops, now."

"...yeah cause when does anyone ever want to hear what I have to say?..."

Mind fuck mumbled under his breath. I wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been standing right next to me.

"Hitoshi... that's not what I ment..."

"Never is..."

He said with said in an angry tone.

"Hitoshi..."

Mind fuck walked away before Aizawa could say anything, slamming his bedroom door.

"He doesn't mean it... the pushover thing."

Aizawa said to me.

"He shouldn't, because I'm not."

I grumbled.

"I... I need to go talk to him..."

Aizawa said, walking down the hall the mind fuck's room.

He nocked, and some words were said through the door. I couldn't hear them though, not from where I was standing.

Eventually Aizawa opened the door, and went inside.

"I don't like your brother."

I told the little girl in front of me.

Her face turned sad.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... he's just frustrating."

"I just wish you got along..."

She said sadly.

"Me too..."

Notes:

OVER 2000 WORDS!!!!

Holy shit!

Why have been gone so long? Writers block... and a nasty depressive episode. That shit sucks ass. I wanna die lol.

Anyway happy birthday to me. I turned 16 on the 17th.

I'm old now.

I'll try to write more soon... in the meantime... thoughts, feelings, ideas?

Chapter 26: Important Conversation

Summary:

Lot's of heavy shit.

Chapter Text

Aizawa's POV:

I nocked on my sons door.

No response.

"Hitoshi... we really need to talk about this kid."

"No we don't."

I heard muffled through the door.

"Hitoshi. You're clearly upset about something, and I can't fix it if you don't tell me what it is."

"Maybe I don't want you to fix it."

This sounded way to much like one of the fights All Might told me he had with Bakugou... so that had to be a bad sign.

"Can I come in please?"

"Do what you want."

I opened the door, and found my son, face down on his bed, buried in a mess of, pillows, blankets, and plushies. Like some sort of fluffy shield.

"Hey kid... what's going on here?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you, and what you're feeling."

"Since when?"

"Since forever."

"Yeah right."

He clearly wanted that to be full of snark, but he sounded more broken than anything.

"Hitoshi... what's this about? You've been acting weird since Bakugou got here..."

"Since when do you care what I feel about Bakugou?"

"What did he do to upset you so bad? You've been antagonizing him since he got here."

"I wouldn't be if he wasn't here."

Oh... so that's what this was about.

"You're mad at me..."

No response.

"You feel like I don't care about how you feel, because I didn't ask before putting him in your room... Is that it?"

"...you said, when I got here... that my room was my safe space... no matter what... and then you just took it... And you didn't ask first either! I had no say in any of this..."

I really messed up... I spent so much time, carefully earning this kid's trust... just to break it without thinking.

"I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking. He needed a place to stay, and I didn't even think about how that would effect you... he could have stayed in the living room, or in my room, or even Eri's since they get along... but I just volunteered yours without you having any prior knowledge of it. That was wrong... I'm so sorry."

"...does he have to stay in my room?..."

"No, no we'll move him."

"So I get my room back?"

"Yeah... do you need him to go back to All Might's?"

"No, just... I need him out of my room... I can't recharge with another person in here."

"You got it."

Bakugou's POV:

Once the regular sized cookies were cooled down enough, I plated a few of them for Eri, and slid her a glass of milk.

"Thank you."

She said, with a big smile.

She had just finished her first cookie when Yamada came in the door.

"Something smells amazing!"

"It's the cookies, I answered plainly."

Yamada happily made his way the kitchen.

"Do I get any?"

"Yeah. It's your house. It'd be weird if you didn't."

I said, finally pulling out the giant cookies.

"Woah, what happened there?"

Yamada pointed to the big cookies.

"Eri."

"Shota, and Hitoshi should have been back by now."

"They are. They're in eyebags room because he started brooding about something, and Aizawa wanted to know why I guess."

"Oh... that can't be good... your hair looks nice."

I had completely forgotten about the pigtails at this point.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cge_gy1pz3m/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

(I drew them.)

"Eri did it."

"I assumed. Do you have any idea why Hitoshi's upset?"

"Probably cause I'm here."

"I see... so... how has your day been?"

Yamada was apparently one of those people who couldn't stand silence, because this awkward conversation definitely felt forced.

"Fine. How was yours?"

"It was alright. It turned out to be a prank call. Some kid thought it would be funny to call in a villain attack because there's been an increase in those recently."

"My mom would beat my ass if I did anything like that."

I said with a small laugh.

He gave me a concerned look.

"I can't tell if you're joking... or to what extent you're meaning... and you say this a lot."

"Because she would. I don't understand why other people are able to get away with that  stuff."

The crease in his brow deepend.

"Where all does she hit you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah... it matters."

"I don't know, everywhere."

His lips were pressed into a thin line.

"What does she hit you with?"

"Why does it matter? She's my mom. She can do what she wants."

"Because I'm getting concerned for your safety..."

Oh my god, he was one of those. Auntie Inko asked me these questions once. Why did it matter?!

"I live at the dorms during school, and I'm here, right now during the summer. So who cares?"

"I do..."

He looked... tired, and worried for some reason.

I sighed.

"Her hand mostly..."

"Mostly... so she hits you with other things sometimes?"

"Not often. Only when I really fu- screw up."

"What does she use when that happens?"

I glared at him, but when his look of concern didn't falter, I finally gave in.

"It barely ever happens, especially now that I'm at the dorms, so it's nothing to worry about... but she's used her belt a few times. And I repeat! Only a few times!"

"And she still hits you everywhere when she does that?"

"Oh my god! Yes! Why does it matter?!"

"She shouldn't do that."

"That's your opinion."

I snapped.

It was then that Aizawa and mind fuck came out.

"Ah you're back. I found out you let him watch TV."

Aizawa said, eyebrow raised.

"I'm not gonna leave a teenager to babysit, and not give them the option of entertaining the child with TV."

Yamada shot back, hand on his hip.

"Alright, fair enough."

Mind fuck then elbowed Aizawa, and gestured towards me.

"Ah yes... we're gonna have to relocate Bakugou to a different room of the house."

Yamada looked... curious? But agreed.

"Where are we moving him?"

"Either the living room, our room, or Eri's room."

"My room!"

Eri yelled happily, running into the kitchen at full speed.

"He can sleep in my room! We can have a sleepover!"

Both adults shrugged.

"You wanna stay in her room?"

Yamada asked.

"That's fine I guess."

"Alright, let's get that mattress moved, so then we can work on lunch."

Aizawa said with a clap to punctuate his sentence.

I followed Aizawa, and the two of us together, got the mattress moved into Eri's room.

Aizawa apparently decided now was the perfect opportunity to talk privately.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine?"

"Hitoshi doesn't hate you, he just likes his space."

He felt the need to clarify.

"I figured. If I had the option, I'd be at home in my own space too."

"Sounds about right. We've got three introverts in the house now."

After we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds Aizawa broke the silence.

"Welp, I've gotta go work on lunch."

Aizawa said, leaving the room.

Mind fuck decided to spend this time, in his room, away from everyone.

And Eri insisted on playing with dolls.

Yamada's POV:

The kids were all preoccupied, so now was a good time for an adult conversation.

"What are we making?"

"Stir-fry."

My husband answered simply.

"Bakugou told me Hitoshi was brooding."

My husband chuckled.

"Something like that. He uh... he didn't appreciate that we stuck Bakugou in his room without asking. Said we violated his space... I feel really bad about that. We promised it would be different here, and then we turned around, and disrespected the space we promised."

Oh wow... he was right... I didn't even think about that.

"Relocating Bakugou was definitely the best option."

I said after a while.

Shota nodded.

"Bakugou also told me something else..."

"Oh?"

Shota questioned, looking up from the vegetables he was chopping.

"He said his mom hits him."

"Oh that..."

"You knew?!"

"To an extent... during home visits she smacked him a few times... it's not great, but there's only so much you can do."

"She's hit him with a belt."

He stopped chopping the vegetables.

"He's told you this?"

"He doesn't think it's a big deal, but he said she's done it a few times. He said she normally uses her hand, but either way, she can't just do that."

"And he admitted this? Out loud?"

"Yes!"

"We'd definitely have to talk to him about this more in detail... but if he's admitted that she's hit him with a belt... that would warrant an investigation..."

"Looks like we're gonna be having another bedtime talk with him."

Chapter 27: Dolls, Lunch, Talk

Summary:

The adults are concerned about Bakugou's home life.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

I was sitting on the floor with Eri, playing with dolls, and just trying to figure out the story line. She wouldn't stay consistent with it, and it was pissing me the fuck off.

First her doll was the daughter, and mine was the mom, but then halfway through she changed her mind, and mine became the daughter.

She can't just change it like that! It's confusing, and there's no logic to it!

"You can't just change it!"

"Yes I can, they're my dolls."

"Why would you want to though?!"

"Because you were making the mom to mean."

"That's just how moms are!"

"Nuh uh."

She argued.

"How would you know? You don't even have a mom!"

"I have dads."

"Exactly! Dads! Moms are different!"

"Well I want the mom to be nice."

"Oh my god! This isn't how you play with dolls."

That's when Aizawa poked his head in the door.

"Everything okay in here?"

"She keeps changing the rules!"

Aizawa leaned on the doorframe, clearly trying to hide his laugh.

"How so?"

"She told me, my doll had to be the mom, but then changed her mind, and now my dolls the daughter. This isn't how you play dolls!"

"Bakugou... she's six... this is how she plays."

"I played with dolls when I was six, and it wasn't like this at all!"

"Oh really? And did you play with dolls?"

"Me and Deku would write a script, and then we'd use his moms phone to make a video, so we could make our own movies. We never just changed in halfway through! We had to stick to the script!"

"Bakugou... I'll be honest... that sounds adorable, but that's not how most kids play."

"Why? It makes more sense."

Aizawa smiled like he knew something I didn't.

"I'm sure it does. But Eri doesn't play like that."

"That's annoying."

"How about you take a break."

Aizawa said, gesturing for me to follow him.

I groaned, getting up from my spot on the floor.

He motioned for me to sit on the couch.

I did so with a great bit of suspicion.

"Let me grab something real quick."

He said, with a smile I didn't trust.

I narrowed my eyes at him, as he made his way back down the hall.

He came back, carrying a ball of fur, and promptly dropped it on my lap.

I looked down to find an orange cat, with one eye.

"What happened to its face?"

"Who knows."

Aizawa shrugged.

"Found her like that."

"And why is she on me?"

I asked suspiciously.

"You need a break from people, and you suck at taking breaks. So cat. You can't get up now."

"I could just move the cat."

"Look at her. Do you really want to?"

I looked down. She looked up at me with what looked like a cat smile? Can cats smile? She was purring, while kneading my t-shirt.

"What's her name?"

I asked instead of answering.

"Cyclops."

"Really?"

I gave my best unimpressed look, even though I actually thought it was kinda funny.

He simply nodded, before heading back out to the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, looking back down at the cat.

Did I pet it? The hag never let me touch animals. She said I'd blow them up. She he wasn't here though...

I gently ran my hand acrossed her fur.

She made a happy chittering sound.

I couldn't help the slight smile that spread acrossed my face.

I continued petting her.

How the hell does a little vibrating fur ball cause so much pure joy?!

I proceeded to pet the cat for the next thirty minutes.

"Kids! Lunch is ready!"

Yamada called.

Eri came running, sliding into the dining room on her rainbow socks.

Mind fuck went a whole lot slower, and by the way he was rubbing his eyes, I'm pretty damn sure he had been sleeping.

"Bakugou, you coming?"

Yamada asked, coming out the living room.

I pointed at the cat.

"I can't move."

Yamada proceeded to stare at me for three seconds, before yelling to his husband.

"Shota! Get the camera!"

I groaned, slamming me head against the back of the couch.

"Whyyyy?"

"Because this is adorable. That's why."

Yamada said, taking the camera from Aizawa, who apparently betrayed me, and went along with it.

They snapped the picture, as I glared daggers at the camera. I wanted to flip them off, but I had a feeling they wouldn't let that slide with all their no swearing rules.

"Alright, this has been fun, but we really do have to eat lunch."

Aizawa said.

I pointed to the cat once again, like it explained why the hell I felt like I owed this cat my lap.

"I told you, you wouldn't want to move her."

Aizawa said, with a look of smug satisfaction.

I just glared at him.

He laughed, gently picking up the cat, and placing it on a soft pillow.

"Alright, lunch."

I sat in the same spot I had been during every other meal, even though everyone else seemed like they didn't give a shit, and just switched seats every meal.

I actually really enjoy stir-fry. Unlike All Might, they actually made real food.

"How are you liking your roommate?"

Yamada asked Eri.

"He's great! Except for how he makes the moms mean when we play dolls."

Yamada immediately gave me a look of concern.

"Well... everyone plays differently."

He gave an awkward chuckle.

"How long is Kacchan staying?"

Eri asked excitedly.

"Uh... we're not sure."

"Probably until All Might isn't mad at me anymore."

I answered instead.

"Or until you guys get tired of me, and All Might will just have to suck it up, because he's the one who technically agreed to it."

Mind fuck coughed awkwardly.

Apparently I was very good at making people uncomfortable, because everyone stopped talking.

"What?"

"We're not just gonna throw you out the second you annoy us. If that was the case, I would have been kicked out a while ago."

Yamada joked. 

"Yeah, you say that now."

I mumbled, pushing my food around my plate.

Lunch was awkward, and silent after that.

Once everyone finished, Aizawa finally spoke.

"You boy's are grounded, so washing the dishes is on you."

Eri ran off to go play, and the adults went to the living room.

Once we were alone, mind fuck spoke.

"So what's the deal with your mom?"

"Oh my god! Why the hell are you always in my business?! You're worse than Deku!"

"Don't compare me to that little twerp."

He snapped.

"What's your problem with him?"

"Me and him are nothing alike."

"Okay... and?"

"I've had to fight for everything my whole life. I got to UA and I have to fight there too because my quirk doesn't work for god damn robots. I've been bullied and ridiculed for my quirk. He was born with a heroic quirk. He hasn't had to fight for anything. Everything's just been handed to him."

"That's a whole lot of assumptions about a guy that you don't know shit about."

"Why do you care? You hate him."

"Maybe I wouldn't if everything that just came out of your mouth wasn't a lie. He's a fucking weirdo, and a stalker, and annoying as shit, but he's probably had to work harder than anyone to get where he is."

"Yeah right. Have you seen his quirk? There's no way people didn't absolutely worship him"

"We grew up together, I promise you, he was not popular."

"With that quir-"

"He didn't get his quirk until right before highschool!"

"What?"

He looked stunned.

"He was a late bloomer. He was bullied like crazy. In fact,  I did most of the bullying! I told him to kill himself once. Does that so very fun and easy to go through?"

"I... what?"

"Oh my god, how slow can you be? You are very similar. You were both bullied for your quirk situation, you've both had to work hard, and you're both annoying as hell. You could be twins."

I finished up the last of the dishes, and dried off my hands.

"Listen... I've judged him for shit I didn't know about too... it's not helpful."

I said, leaving the kitchen.

"Bakugou, we need to talk to you."

Aizawa said, the second I was in his line of sight.

I groaned.

"What is it this time?"

Aizawa's motioned for me to sit down.

I sat in my usual spot at the end of the couch. Aizawa sat in the chair, and Yamada sat on the other end of the couch near his husband.

Mind fuck walked out of the kitchen, saw how everyone was sitting, and then immediately went to his room.

"What's this about?"

I asked, adrenaline already going up.

"Hizashi told me something you said today... we were going to wait till tonight to bring it up, but now seems like as good a time as any."

"Okay?..."

"Do you remember what you said?"

"I said a lot of things today."

"About your mom."

Yamada spoke gently.

"This is what you're acting all weird and serious about? I thought Eri snitched on me..."

"Wait what would she have to snitch on you about?"

Aizawa asked, eyebrow raised.

"Nothing."

I said, immediately looking away.

"Alright, now I'm not going to drop it. What did you do?"

I sighed.

"I swore while babysitting... a lot... and she swore too... and I told her I didn't care so long as she didn't tell anyone."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is exactly why we have that rule... Alright, we're gonna come back to that, but for now we need to talk about your mom."

"What's there to talk about?"

"She hits you with a belt?"

"It's not that big of a deal. She doesn't do it often."

"But she has done it?"

"Ugh, yes."

I grumbled.

"Has she ever left a mark?"

"It's a belt... of course it left a mark."

"How long do they normally last?"

"I don't know... a few days? Why is this important?"

"Because that's considered child abuse."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"She's my mom. I'm an explosive little shit. What do you think happens when I do something wrong?"

"This apparently."

Aizawa said, with a tired look on his face.

"Has your father ever hit you?"

He continued.

"That pushover? Pft, I'd like to see that happen."

"Has your mom ever hit your father?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What the hell are you suggesting? She's not a spouse beater."

"So you're saying that would be abusive?"

Aizawa asked.

I wasn't sure what he was trying to get at.

"Yeah, if she hit my dad, that would make her abusive."

"But not if she hits you?"

Oh so that's what he was trying to do... trying to make what he was saying sound logical.

"It's different."

"How so?"

"I'm her kid. If I screw up, it's her job to deal with it. My dads an adult. If he screwed up, he gets arrested. Different scenarios."

"How about this... if Eri was being mean to one of her classmates, and I hit her with a belt because of it, how would you feel about that?"

"That's different."

"How so?"

"I can take it."

"So if Midoriya got hit with a belt, it would be abuse, because he would likely cry. But it's not with you?"

"It's not the same thing!"

"Again... how so?"

"Deku cries if his mommy is disappointed in him, so he would never do something to warrant that. So yes if someone hit him with a belt, it would be abuse, because hitting someone for no reason is abuse."

"But you think you deserve it?"

"I... well yeah... what else is she gonna do?"

"You're currently grounded. That is consequences of the rules you have broken. Are you going to run off without telling anyone again?"

"No..."

"Are you going to physically fight Hitoshi again?"

"No..."

"Thinking back to school, are you ever going to break curfew to fight with a classmate again?"

"No..."

"Well then it seems like what I've been doing has been working just fine. And I haven't hit you once."

"You're... you're taking things out of context..."

"Alright, then give me the context. What did you do the last time she hit you with a belt."

"...sports festival..."

"What did you do at the sports festival to earn that?"

"I freaked out on icyhot, and got myself chained up on live television."

"That was not appropriate. That should have never had happened... but what about that got you hit?"

"I got violent towards a classmate, and embarrassed her."

"And you getting chained up wasn't consequence enough? I can't imagine that was comfortable for you."

"Well no... that was the main reason she hit me... it's bad for the brand."

"Brand?"

"My parents are fashion designers. Very popular ones. If their kid makes a fool out of himself on live television, the ratings drop, and so does the cash flow."

"So you getting violent wasn't the problem. You got in trouble for your teachers reaction to your violence?"

"You're making it sound worse than it is..."

"Bakugou, this isn't an attack. I want to help you. If I feel like you're unsafe at home, it's my job as your teacher to step in and do something."

He sounded sincere, but I still didn't really understand what the problem was. She's never permanently injured me.

"It's not like I'd be much better off in foster care. And I can't just live with my dad, without my mom, because they're kinda married, with both of their names on everything."

They both winced at the foster care comment.

"Do you think your mom would at least agree to go to some parenting classes?"

Yamada asked.

"Not a chance."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"We'll have to figure something out, but for now we'll let you go do something else."

I immediately hurried away, very much done with the conversation.

"Child Abuse huh?"

I heard mind fuck say, from where he was leaning on his door frame.

"Oh my god, you are so creepy. Were you just listening to that whole conversation?"

"Not hard. I've got pretty good hearing, and my door was open."

"Well despite popular opinion, I am not abused."

"Not what it sounded like."

"Only because your dad is really good at twisting words."

"Whatever you say pigtails."

Shit, I still had those. I had completely forgotten about them.

I went into the bathroom to have some time to myself.

Did that really count as child abuse? No. Everyone was just overly sensitive.

Notes:

Ayo, I have no clue what the child abuse laws are like in Japan, so I'm just going based on my area.

If the mark lasts more than a day, than it's child abuse.

Though you can counter that with a cold shower...

Oh well 🤷♂️

Anyway, sorry if this chapter is trash. I'm not reading before posting, because it's around 2500 words, and I'm lazy.

Thoughts, feelings, opinions, ideas?

Chapter 28: Spiraling

Summary:

Midoriya blames himself.

Notes:

Big thanks to Problem_Child_1 on wattpad for all the help. I wouldn't have been able to write this without them. They gave me some great ideas for how to write Midoriya. I just couldn't find a good reason for him to spiral, but I had planned for it since day one. So thanks so much for the help!

TW: self harm in detail, self depreciation and shit, just really bad self image, slight dissociation, lots of blood!!!

Please do not read if this could trigger you!!! Or at least wait till you can handle it.

If you would like to just skip the self harm all together, you can stop reading at the...
God, I'm a terrible friend... and you should get the gist.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

It all started with a discussion...

"I can't wait to see Kacchan again."

I said quietly.

I missed him, and he'd yet to respond to my texts, so I couldn't help but let it slip.

"I'm not sure if he's going to be coming back here."

All Might spoke up from his book.

"Wait what? I thought this was just until you both calmed down, and could talk about it."

"That's how it's supposed to be, but according to Aizawa, young Bakugou is doing quite well over there. Besides, I think Aizawa's mad at me for something. So it's unlikely he is going to bring Bakugou back."

"But why?! All this for some stupid mug?!"

"It was my favorite mug. It was from you, so it was special. If it had been some other mug, I probably wouldn't care nearly as much. But since it was from you, it really upset me."

"So... he got kicked out... because I bought the mug?"

All Might seemed distracted with his book, so he didn't answer verbally. Though he gave a slight nod. More an acknowledgmentbut that I spoke than anything. But he definitely didn't deny it.

Kacchan got kicked out because... I bought the mug...

The fighting started because Kacchan was upset about All Might ignoring him... for me.

All Might was upset with Kacchan... because of me...

How did it take me this long to put it together?! This is all my fault... how did it go this long without the thought even crossing my mind?

Not only was I not working hard to become a hero, and I was wasting time... I was hurting someone... and I didn't even notice. How messed up do you have to be to not even notice when you're really hurting someone. How many times have I hurt him without noticing? How many times have I hurt anyone without noticing?

Kacchan has cried more this summer, than I've seen him do in the past three years... and it was my fault.

Throughout the day, I kept trying to distract myself from this revelation... but did I really deserve to? I hurt Kacchan. Maybe I deserved to hurt to. I tried to distract myself from the guilt... but did I deserve to go without it? Maybe this was divine punishment.

I wracked my brain, trying to think of a way to fix this.

I couldn't apologize because Kacchan wasn't even seeing my texts... maybe I could call Mr Aizawa, and he could put me on the phone with Kacchan... but that might just annoy him if he wants to be left alone.

The cup had already been thrown away... so I couldn't fix it. If I could, then there would be no more reason to be upset with Kacchan. No broken cup, no hurt feelings. But the cup was gone, along with my chance to fix it.

God damn it! I was supposed to live up to All Might, and I couldn't even fix this one thing! That's literally a hero's whole job! I'm supposed to help people, and I can't even help one of my favorite people! How do I expect to be a hero if I can't even help one of my closest friends?

Why am I so useless?!

That night, I sat on my bed to think.

I went over everything again,  and again. Trying to figure out where I should have done things differently. I found several places. But I had been to caught up in my own little world to notice Kacchan hurting. Not even just since staying here. I could think of things all through our childhood that I did wrong.

God, I'm a terrible friend...

I glanced over to the drawer where I kept the razor blade...

I hadn't cut since that first time... I probably shouldn't... but I deserved it didn't I?

Almost like I was in a trance... I made my way over to the drawer, slowly sliding it open, and gripping the razor between my fingers.

I shouldn't...

But that's why I had to...
I deserve it...

My head felt like it was full of fog. Like I was only half aware of what I was doing.

I slowly walked back towards the bed, and sat down, eyes never looking away from the razor... like it was some sort of threat... even though I was the one in control of it.

My heart rate increased, anxiety spiking.

This had to be more than last time... if it wasn't, I wouldn't really be paying for anything.

I rolled up my shorts, exposing some scabbed over cuts. I placed the blade against my skin, hand shaking.

"I deserve this."

I said quietly, quickly sliding the blade against my skin.

I winced at the sting. I had gone deeper than I had last time.

Blood immediately swelled out of the cut, dripping down my thigh quickly.

I dabbed away the blood before it could touch the bed, having to continuously repeat the action, as the blood kept running.

"Shit!"

I whispered.

I had gone deeper than intended. Normally I would stop here, if I went to deep. But I couldn't... I had to keep going...

So I balled up a few tissues, and placed them in between my thigh and the bed.

I couldn't keep wiping up the blood if I was going to continue, so instead I created a shield for the the bed.

"I hurt Kacchan."

I whispered, slicing my skin again.

It was just as deep as the last one, but I didn't care anymore. It wouldn't get on the bed, so did it really matter?

"It's my fault he got kicked out."

Another cut... just as deep.

I was bleeding way more than I typically did... but it was okay...

"It's my fault."

Cut.

"I'm a terrible friend."

Cut.

"I'm a useless hero."

Cut.

"I should just die."

I hesitated...

Was that to far? Did it matter if it was?

I continued, pushing away the thought.

I sliced my thigh, flinching halfway through. The jerk of my leg caused me to cut deeper.

It didn't bleed.

"Shit! Shit shit shit!!!"

It was a large cut. I could see white flesh peeking through the open wound. But it didn't bleed.

"Shit!"

It was way to big... way to deep... I wasn't trying to go that far. But... did I really care? Sure I was kinda scared... but... maybe it would be better...

I briefly considered continuing, before the deepest cut finally bled.

It bled a lot.

No matter how much I dabbed at the cut, it didn't seem like it had any plans on stopping.

I continued wiping up blood for the next five minutes, unable to get the bleeding under control.

It was like a small river. It kept flowing.

"Shit!"

Did I get help? Did I call for All Might?

I wiped up more blood, on my third completely soaked tissue.

But then I'd have to explain why I was bleeding. I didn't have a good explanation for that. Not one that people would understand. What if All Might thinks I'm crazy?! I can't tell him. I'll just have to get this under control myself.

The bleeding wasn't stopping, and I was starting to get light headed, so I had to fix this quickly.

I looked around for something to stop the bleeding, and my eyes landed on an old long sleeved t-shirt. I didn't really wear it anymore, and I needed something, so I stood to grab it. Blood immediately trickled down my leg.

I grabbed the t-shirt, and sat back down. I wiped up the excess blood, and got to work.

I folded the bottom of the t-shirt up to meet the collar, and placed it over my thigh. I then used the sleeves to wrap around my thigh, and secure it.

It wasn't perfect, but I wasn't bleeding out.

I gave a sigh of relief, flopping down on my bed in exhaustion.

Oh shoot, I still had to deal with the mess.

I collected the bloody tissues, carelessly tossing them under the bed.

"Eh, good enough."

I picked up the razor, and put it back in the drawer.

Good... everything's taken care of. No need to get All Might involved.

I flopped back down on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief.

The tips of my fingers were stained a dark red, and were sticky with mostly dried blood.

I felt... good?

I still felt kinda bad about the Kacchan thing... but it was manageable now.

I felt a relaxed smile spread across my face.

"This is good... this works."

Notes:

Ayo, my man's got the unhealthy coping mechanisms down.

The funny thing is, the only reason he's taking it so hard, is because it's him. If it were anyone else, he would tell them that it isn't their fault, and tell them not to worry about it so much.

Hell, Bakugou bullied the shit out of him, and they still managed to be friends.

But he holds himself to a way higher standard than literally anyone else.

Anyway, thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 29: Phone

Summary:

The boys break rules together

Notes:

We once again, leave Midoriya in the middle of a break down to write about the erasermic family.

Anyway, remember how Bakugou babysat Eri? I made a skit.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CgyxBYng8qZ/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

TW: mentioned under age smoking, mentioned under age drinking, mention of watching porn, horror movie in detail, essentially just teenager shenanigans, talk of torture, mentioned pedophilia!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

It was my second night at Aizawa's. And my first night in Eri's room.

I was laying on my mattress, when I decided to turn on my phone. I hadn't gotten on it sense I got here.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CgyEQ0lsh4M/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

(Idk, I just wanted to draw something)

There were probably about a hundred texts from Deku.

"Yeah, I'm not even going to worry about that."

I said to myself, immediately clicking away.

There were some texts from shitty hair as well.

Red Riot:

Hey man

Bakugou

Dude why aren't you answering?

Is everything okay?

 

Apparently Deku wasn't the only one worried.

 

King Explosion Murder:

I'm fine shitty hair.

 

Red Riot:

Where have you been?!

 

King Explosion Murder:

I broke All Might's favorite mug, so now I'm staying with Aizawa.

 

Red Riot:

Why would you do that?!

 

King Explosion Murder:

He pissed me off.

Also, I would appreciate if you didn't interrogate me for everything I do! You ever consider that someone else is the problem?!

 

Red Riot:

Sorry... you have to admit you do start things a lot though.

 

King Explosion Murder:

I don't have to admit to shit.

 

Red Riot:

🙄😒

Anyway... how's it at Aizawa's? You get yourself in trouble yet?

 

King Explosion Murder:

I'm offended by that! Is that all you see me as?! A trouble maker?!

I wasn't actually offended, and I knew shitty hair would know that.

King Explosion Murder:

I mean your not completely off base though... I kinda punched mind fuck in the face, and got myself more grounded.

 

Red Riot:

ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!

 

King Explosion Murder:

Because he pissed me off.

 

Red Riot:

You've got to be kidding mw

*m3

*me

 

King Explosion Murder:

Took you a second.

Anyway, what did you want?

 

Red Riot:

Well I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out next week, since you were supposed to be ungrounded by then... but I'm guessing that's no longer an option.

 

King Explosion Murder:

You would be correct.

It was then that mind fuck opened the door.

"Oh good, you're still awake."

He whispered.

"Yeah, I am. What do you want?"

"You wanna hang out?'

"...You literally kicked me out of your room... and now you want to hang out?"

"Yeah, because now I'm in control of when you're in my room. Where as before, it was kinda your room too. Anyway... did you wanna hang out?"

"I don't know, what did you want to do?"

I asked suspiciously.

"We could watch a horror movie."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're both grounded... right?"

"Wow... you are... so not a normal teenager. They didn't take your phone away, incase you want to call your parents. Since I'm currently with my parents, I don't get the same luxury. I could sign into one of our streaming services on your phone. Bing bang boom, horror movie."

"So really you don't want to hang out. You just want to use my phone."

"Hey we'd both watch it. So you'd get something out of it too. My streaming services."

"Couldn't I get my phone taken away for this?"

"No. We're not going to get caught. And even if we do, they're not going to take away your only way to call your parents."

I narrowed my eyes at him. Going over everything in my head.

"Fine."

"Yessss."

He said, pumping his fist in the air.

He had way more energy than he did earlier. Nocturnal ass mother fucker.

I texted shitty hair a goodbye, and followed mind fuck to his room. He signed into his accounts, and started scrolling through the options.

"So what are you more into? Psychological thrillers? Gore?"

"I don't know. I've never watched a horror movie."

His eyes immediately shot up to meet mine.

"Are you serious? You've never seen a horror movie?!"

"No, never seen the point."

"I swear your not actually a teenager. Have you ever smoked?"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Have you ever drank alcohol?"

"No."

"How do you swear like a sailor, and then still be this innocent?!"

"I'm not innocent!"

"Have you ever watched porn?"

"Ew, what the fuck?! How is that any of your business?!"

"Okay, so we have a maybe on the porn."

"Fuck off!"

"Anyway, my votes both psychological, and gore."

"You know what, I don't care."

I said, thoroughly tired of his nose in my business.

He clicked on one called, Quirk Judgment.

Our main bad guy was someone with a mind reading quirk that was always active. She could see everyone's deepest darkest thoughts and urges. Even one's in the subconscious.

So she essentially decided to purge the world of the people she deemed as sinners, by subjecting people to things they've thought or done to someone else.

She acted out brutal torture, that I found genuinely disturbing.

She went by the name, Karma.

"Why do you watch this stuff? It's fucked up..."

"Wow, you're so wholesome."

Mind fuck teased.

"Yeah, I'm so wholesome because I don't enjoy brutal torture."

I said sarcastically.

"It's not the torture I enjoy. I like to see someone get pushed closer, and closer to the edge, until they finally snap. They start out as regular people. It's a good reminder to watch what you put people through. Because she-"

He said pointing at Karma.

"She could be any of us... Plus the adrenaline is a nice rush."

He said the last part, dropping the intense tone of voice, and replacing it with a happy one.

"You are really weird."

I said, then immediately flinched at the spray of blood on the screen.

"Denki would tease you so hard for that."

Mind fuck laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

Karma had just claimed a pedo as her next victim, when I heard scratching at the door.

I flinched again.

God, I'm so fucking lame.

"Calm down. It's just the cat. Go let her in before she wakes up the adults. We're screwed if they catch us."

"Why me?"

"Because I'm comfortable, and it's my streaming services that we're using."

"It's my phone!"

"Shhhhhh! Just let the cat in. You're closer."

"Barely."

I said, sliding off the bed.

I opened the door to see a very happy little Cyclops.

Mind fuck's door was covered in claw marks. Apparently she insisted on entry, frequently.

The cat happily made her way inside.

I sat on the bed, Cyclops jumping into my lap.

"Traitor..."

Mind fuck told the cat.

She quickly fixed his mood by nuzzling against his hand.

We unpaused the movie. We were both wrapped in a fluffy comforter, petting the cat, as the movie continued.

Karma proceeded to enact all of the things the pedo had done to little boys, on the pedo himself.

What scared me most, is that I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at this sick version of justice. It felt deserved. It felt, just... but it also felt wrong. I couldn't figure out why.

We were both so absorbed into the movie, that we didn't here the footsteps approaching the room.

"Really?"

We heard Aizawa's tired voice.

We both jumped.

Aizawa was leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

"I- uh..."

Mind fuck scrambled for an excuse.

"I'm glad you're getting along better, but this is not how you should be doing it."

"How did you know we were doing something?"

Mind fuck abandoned his attempt to get away with this.

"Might have helped if I hadn't seen Bakugou let the cat into your room, that he'd been previously kicked out of."

"This is why you should have let the cat in..."

I mumbled.

Aizawa was content to just stand there, staring us down. He had a slight smerk, like he found this funny.

We just stared at each other for a few seconds. Though it felt like longer.

"Are we in trouble?"

Mind fuck finally asked.

"Yeah."

Aizawa answered simply.

"How much?"

"Well remember how Bakugou was grounded longer than you, because he was already grounded?"

Mind fuck nodded.

"Well now you're grounded for that long too, because I seriously doubt this was his idea."

"Wait so he's not in trouble?!"

Mind fuck seemed horrified by that possibility.

"He is. He's just not grounded any longer."

We looked at each other, than at Aizawa with confusion.

"I wasn't going to take away your phone."

Aizawa said, now addressing me.

"I wasn't going to take away your ability to contact your parents... but honestly, I seriously doubt you were going to. And If you really need to talk to them, I can give you back your phone for a little while. But for now..."

Aizawa held out his hand for my phone.

Apparently mind fuck was wrong about them not taking my phone.

I groaned, sliding off the bed once again, and placing the device in his hand.

"Alright, now go to bed."

Aizawa said, nodding his head in the direction of Eri's room.

He honestly didn't seem upset. More amused than anything. Which I wasn't expecting. We got in trouble, but like... it felt more like I got caught sneaking a cookie as a kid, than like something to actually feel guilty for.

Like... oops, I fucked up. And so my phone got taken away. Oh well...

I gave Aizawa a small smile on my way out. I don't know why. There was nothing to be happy about. I just felt relaxed I guess. Aizawa wasn't mad at me. I just broke a rule, and there were consequences. I wasn't afraid. It was... nice almost.

Mind fuck had the same expression as me, so apparently I wasn't the only weirdo.

I went back to the bed set up for me in Eri's room, getting myself tucked in.

Aizawa soon opened the door, not fully entering.

"I know I already said this, but if you want to call your parents... or even Midoriya, just let me know. I'm not going to stop you from doing that."

"Okay..."

I said quietly, staying up until  two in the morning, finally catching up with me.

"Goodnight."

Aizawa said, in an almost whisper.

"Night."

I responded awkwardly.

I wasn't used to this kind of thing. My dad used to do this... coming to my room to say goodnight... but he stopped a few years ago. Why was Aizawa doing it? I wasn't his kid, and my own dad stopped because I got to old for it.

Aizawa closed the door gently.

"Weird..."

I whispered to myself.

Notes:

I wrote the beginning while high off my ass, so then I had to go back and edit it.

Apparently high me, doesn't know what punctuation is.

I wanted the boys to bond, and I thought them breaking rules together was perfect.

I want them to be friends!!!

And tiktok gave me the idea of Bakugou being scared and jumpy with horror movies.

Hilarious, I know.

Anyway... thoughts on kiribaku? I like it. I'm just trying to figure out if it has a place in this fanfic.

Also, who do you ship Midoriya with? I don't ship him with anyone, but I love to see rare pare ships.

Chapter 30: Good A/N

Chapter Text

This story was originally on wattpad, so it had cover art.

I decided to redraw the cover art.

I felt like with how much the erasermic family has done, they deserved a spot in the cover art.

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Lemme know what you think.

Chapter 31: Married People

Summary:

Bakugou is grossed out my intimacy, and his mom sucks.

Notes:

I feel like Midoriya needs more attention, but it's difficult because unlike Bakugou who is surrounded by people, Midoriya's chapters are pretty much mostly internal monolog. Whereas Bakugou is surrounded by people to interact with, which takes up more chapters.

Midoriya's on day four, since Bakugou left, with four chapters about him.

Bakugou's on day three, starting this chapter, with nine chapters about him. Technically ten counting this one.

(Not necessarily from their pov.)

You see my predicament?

I'm gonna give Bakugou this chapter, so that they're at around the same spot in this time line.

(Not really, but close enough.)

But then I'm giving the next one to Midoriya.

Midoriya will still be ahead, but at least it'll be easier for me.

TW: Implied sexual activity, sex jokes, talk of sex, talk of loosing virginity, talk of gambling, god this sounds so bad!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Aizawa's POV:

After telling the boys goodnight, I made my way back out to the kitchen, where my husband was working on his laptop.

"It's two in the morning. You should take a break."

I told him.

"You're the last person who should be commenting on my sleep schedule."

My husband laughed, looking up at me from his laptop.

I picked up my cup of coffee, from where I had left it on the table, before I had left to catch the rule breakers.

"You see?"

Hizashi pointed at my cup.

"You have no room to talk."

"Oh shut up."

I said, sipping my coffee.

"Did you figure out what was going on with the boys?"

Hizashi changed the subject.

"Yeah, turns out that they decided to watch a movie on Bakugou's phone."

I said, holding up the device.

"What kind of movie?"

"Based on what I heard, I'd say a horror movie."

"So likely Hitoshi's idea."

I nodded.

"So what did you do?"

"Well I took Bakugou's phone, obviously. And I extended Hitoshi's grounding."

"How did they react to that?"

"Surprisingly well actually. There was a little groaning, but that's to be expected. For the most part, I'd say they excepted it."

"That's good..."

I could tell he seemed to be worrying about something.

"I can practicly hear you thinking. What's going on?"

"...Shota... do you think we should call the Bakugous? Just... I'm worried about that kid... and I want him to be okay. And speaking of kids being okay, I think we should get Hitoshi into therapy. I know he's against it. But I think he's getting worse again, and I'm worried. Also I'm worried about Midoriya. I know All Might's there, and he cares about the kid, but I still have a weird sense of dread. I want him to be okay too."

"That's... a lot. You've been  stewing on this for a while now huh?"

He nodded.

"Well... we could probably call Bakugou's father. I don't think talking to his mom will get us anywhere. With Hitoshi, I agree, but we also can't force him to talk to a therapist. We can bring it up again though. And as for Midoriya, we'll be going over there in a few days, and we can check on him then."

He nodded, still seeming unconvinced.

"You're a chronic over thinker. Everything's going to be alright. Now let's head to bed before you stress yourself out any worse."

Zashi gave an exasperated sigh. But closed his laptop nonetheless.

I wrapped an arm around my husband, as we walked to our room. I closed our bedroom door behind us, and kissed my husband. He smiled into the kiss.

"I forget how romantic you can be sometimes."

He whispered against my lips.

I ran my fingers through his hair. Pulling him into another.

Hizashi has always been a very physical person. His love language is physical touch, so it didn't take long for his hands to wander.

"God I love you."

I whispered.

~~~

I woke up to the sound of the smoke alarm going off.

"Shit!"

I had to quickly detangle myself from my husband's arms, and throw on some underwear and pants.

I was still partially pulling up my sweatpants, when I made it to the smoke filled kitchen.

By the looks of things, Hitoshi had been attempting to make eggs.

Bakugou's eyes immediately trained on me, from where he was sitting at the table.

"Why weren't you wearing pants?"

He asked. A great bit of suspicion in his voice.

"I wouldn't suggest even thinking about that."

Hitoshi said from his place at the stove.

Eri sat on the counter near him.

Bakugou's nose wrinkled at the realization of what Hitoshi was insinuating.

"Gross."

I rolled my eyes at his childish reaction.

"What's going on in here? The smoke alarm's going off."

"What's going on, is that eyebags doesn't know how to cook, and somehow managed to set eggs on fire."

Bakugou supplied.

"Hey, I put it out!"

Hitoshi said, plopping some very burnt eggs onto a plate.

"How you even managed to do that is beyond me."

Bakugou grumbled.

I turned off the smoke alarm, finally free of its screeching.

Bakugou seemed to visibly relax at that.

It was then that Zashi made his way in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What's going on in here?"

He yawned.

"Toshi burned the eggs."

Eri said happily.

My husband looked over at me.

"You should go put on a shirt."

He said, barely suppressing a laugh.

Shit, I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing one.

"You're probably right."

I said, heading to grab one.

When I got back, Zashi was shooing our son away from the stove, along with his plate of very burnt eggs.

"I was cooking."

He groaned.

"No, you were creating a fire hazard."

Hizashi chuckled.

I went over, deciding to try to scrape the burnt egg off the pan.

Once the pan was clean enough to use again, I handed it back over to my husband.

He oiled the pan, and cracked a few eggs into a bowl.

I helped him by grabbing whatever he would point at for him.

As I bent down to grab something from lower down in the fridge, Hizashi decided it was the perfect time to smack my ass.

He did this often enough, that I wasn't all that surprised.

Though I did hear Bakugou immediately gag.

"You good?"

I asked, handing the item I had grabbed to my husband.

"Why are you guys so gross?!"

He had a look of actual horror on his face.

"We're married. It's to be expected."

I answered simply.

"My parents are married, and they barely touch."

"Lucky."

Hitoshi commented.

"It's normal for married people to touch each other."

I said, ignoring my sons comment.

"I refuse to believe that."

"Being that you're here, I think it's safe to say your parents have touched, at least certain part of their bodies."

Bakugou once again gagged.

"Gross, I'm never doing that. That sounds terrible."

"So you're gonna die a virgin?"

My son asked, seeming very amused.

"Yes!"

Bakugou said without hesitation.

"Why though?"

"Because why would you want to touch someone there?! I've held hands a couple of times, and I could barely tolerate that! Also, why are we talking about this?!"

"Because it's funny."

Hitoshi said smugly.

"Alright."

I cut in.

"Let's be careful what we're saying. There is a six year old present."

"What's a virgin?"

Eri asked immediately after.

Oh God. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

"Someone who hasn't had sex yet."

My son supplied.

"You're a virgin until you have sex, then you lose your virginity, and aren't a virgin anymore."

I face palmed.

"What's the actual difference?"

Eri asked.

"Scientifically… there isn't really one... it's more a state of mind."

"Why are we telling a six year old this?"

Bakugou asked, seeming like the only one with common sense.

"I mean... she already knows what sex is."

Hitoshi said.

"Wait really?!"

"Yeah. Did you not know at six?"

"No! I was told when I was ten by auntie Inko."

"Midoriya's mom gave you the talk?!"

"Yeah."

"Holy shit."

My son laughed.

"Language!"

Zashi scolded.

"Let's drop this topic of conversation."

I said, effectively killing my sons fun.

We finished cooking breakfast, and all sat at the table together.

I had to redirect my son to more appropriate topics of conversation a number of times.

That boy had a concerning obsession with sex. Another reason to get him in therapy.

Once we finished eating, the boys did the dishes, and then went their separate ways. Hitoshi to his bedroom, and Bakugou to the living room.

"I uh..."

I looked up from my book, and Zashi looked up from where Eri was painting his nails purple.

"I was... never mind."

He went to walk away, before I caught him by his belt loop, effectively stopping him from going anywhere.

"What did you need?"

I asked, choosing to not let go until I got an answer.

He glared at the offending finger, preventing his escape, before he gave an annoyed sigh.

"I had a question..."

"What's your question?"

"Can I... I was wondering... if... can I call my mom?"

I was honestly surprised. I told him if he wanted to call his parents, to just ask. But I genuinely wasn't expecting him to actually want to.

I finally released his belt loop.

"Yeah, let me grab your phone."

I got up, making my way to my bedroom. I had plugged in his phone, and left it to charge before... cuddling, with my husband.

I grabbed the phone, and walked back to the living room, handing the phone to the nervous looking boy in front of me.

"Can I... go in the kitchen to call her?"

I was confused for a second, before realizing, he wasn't sure if he was aloud to be unsupervised with his phone.

"Yeah, that's fine."

He nodded, headed around the corner to make his call.

I could still make out his voice, and I probably shouldn't have been listening... but I couldn't help it. I was a little worried. I wasn't the only one, being that I watched my husband turn up his hearing aids.

I could make out Bakugou's muffled voice.

"Hi uh-"

He stopped abruptly.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to talk to you."

I could only hear his side of the conversation, but by the pause, she was definitely talking.

"Oh... yeah... it can wait I guess. Can I talk to dad since you're busy?"

Another pause.

"Oh... okay... I'll call some other time... bye."

He walked back out, unshed tears making his eyes shine.
He held out the phone for me to take.

"Are you okay?"

I asked, taking the phone.

"Mfine."

He mumbled.

"Sit down."

I gestured at the couch.

He obeyed, sitting at his designated spot. Zashi moved slightly, so that he wasn't uncomfortably close to the boy.

"I need you to understand something."

The boy immediately tensed.

"If you're upset, you do not have to talk to me about it. You don't have to talk to Hizashi about it... but you are allowed to. In fact, I encourage you to. Understand?"

He nodded, keeping his gaze down, like he was almost ashamed of people seeing him cry.

Eri closed her bottle of nail polish, and hopped of of her spot on the couch, making her way over to the boy. She immediately hugged him.

Hizashi and I tensed, unsure of how Bakugou react to that sudden of physical touch.

To both of our relief, he hugged her back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Hizashi asked gently.

"Not much to talk about."

Bakugou responded, the blank look he often got when trying not to cry, was back.

Eri released him from the hug, and squished herself between Zashi and Bakugou.

"It still might help..."

My husband spoke quietly.

"I just called her at a bad time. She was in the middle of a card game with some people, and she had to concentrate on the game, so she wouldn't lose her money."

"Your mom gambles?"

I questioned.

"Yeah. How do you think she won those cruise tickets?"

That made sense.

"But yeah she was busy. I asked if I could talk to dad instead, but apparently he was hanging out with other guys for once, and she did want to bother him with whatever emotional issues I've got going on. She said to call back later."

"So, she wouldn't talk to you because she was gambling, and she wouldn't let you talk to your dad because he was talking to some people... even though she assumed you were calling for emotional reasons?"

My husband asked in horror.

"You guys make everything seem so much worse than it is..."

"Well it's certainly not good."

I said.

Bakugou proceeded to give me the most exaggerated eye roll I've ever seen.

"Can I paint your nails?"

Eri asked Bakugou, apparently ready for the conversation to change.

"I guess... you'll have to remove the black nail polish that's already there though."

Eri happily ran to get some nail polish remover.

Cyclops rubbed against my legs, and I chose to sacrifice this cat affection, to cheer up the sad child in front of me.

I picked up the cat, and plopped her onto Bakugou's lap. He started petting her, the purring immediately triggered a small smile on the boys face.

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(I drew her... I don't draw animals... like ever... so it's not great... orange cats are so hard to draw!)

Eri returned, quickly confiscating one of Bakugou's hands. She removed the black nail polish, and held up her colors.

"What color do you want?"

"I don't care."

"Okay... then I'm going to do... red."

She was actually very good at painting nails, and Bakugou seemed pleasantly surprised at the good job.

The dark red suited him.

Notes:

I have no clue what I was going for there.

I did not plan for the conversation to get so sexual... but it gave me a nice segway into Shinso's childhood trauma.... now let's see if I actually use it.

Let me know what you thought of the chapter.

Chapter 32: Getting Worse

Summary:

Midoriya zones out. He also freaks out a little.

Notes:

TW: self harm in detail, blood, big emotions!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

I woke up, with my thigh stinging like hell.

I peaked my head out of the door, checking to see if All Might was up yet. By the looks of things, he wasn't, so I walked to the bathroom quickly.

I needed to clean the cuts before they could get infected. With more shallow ones, I normally didn't worry about it, but these were deeper, and could pose more of a problem if they got infected.

Once in the bathroom, I grabbed the first aid kit, and sat on the toilet. I rolled up my shorts, and untied the shirt from my thigh.

When I tried to peal the shirt away from my thigh, it pulled against the wounds, causing tears to prick my eyes.

"Shit. Ow."

I whispered under my breath.

A couple scabs reopened, as I peeled away the t-shirt.
Blood pooled in a couple of the cuts, but luckily it didn't bleed to bad.

I grabbed some disinfectant from the first aid kit, and poured it over the cuts, using the t-shirt to keep it from getting on the floor.

I winced at the sting.

The clear disinfectant mixed with the blood of the reopened wounds, causing a light diluted red to trickle down my thigh, onto the t-shirt.

I wiped my thigh, and grabbed some gauze from the first aid kit. Hopefully All Might wouldn't notice it missing.

I bandaged my thigh, and rolled down my shorts. I put everything away, and looked in the mirror. Dark circles had appeared under my eyes the past few days, and they had only gotten deeper. I looked... broken...

I splashed my face with water, in the hopes that it would make me look less like a zombie.

I felt numb again... but the guilt was somehow still there. It was a painful ache in my chest that I had thought I'd gotten rid of.

Why did I still feel like this? Didn't I already punish myself? Was that not good enough? How many times was I going to have to do this, before whatever higher power, decided that I'd had enough?

I'm a horrible person aren't I?

I sighed.

I'd have to deal with this later. For now, I just had to get through the day.

I opened the bathroom door, to come face to face with All Might. His hand was raised like he was just about to nock.

"Oh, young Midoriya. I was just about to- Are you alright? You seem stressed."

I forced a smile onto my face.

"I'm fine. I just woke up not to long ago. I'm just a bit tired is all."

I waved away his concerns.

"Alright... just let me know if somethings bothering you, alright?"

"You got it."

I said in a cheerful tone.

All Might smiled in response.

We maneuvered around each other. Me exiting the bathroom, and All Might entering it.

Since All Might knew I was up, I couldn't just go back to my room, or he'd get more concerned, so I went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I decided to get a granola bar. I didn't really want to eat anything, but I had to keep All Might from getting suspicious.

All Might entered the kitchen as I opened my granola bar.

"You don't want something more filling?"

He asked. The earlier concern returning.

I should have expected the granola bar to bring its own issues. We've been eating breakfast together since Kacchan and I got here, and the breakfast is almost always something filling like eggs, or fish.

I plastered a well practiced smile on my face.

"I'm just not all that hungry, All Might."

"Alright... just make sure you eat more when you get hungry."

"Okay."

How does he pick up on this stuff so easily? He only started worrying about Kacchan, once he ran away.

"Young Midoriya..."

"Yeah?"

The creases around his eyes deepend.

"Why was there a bloody t-shirt in the bathroom?"

Shit!

Shit shit shit!!!

How could I be so stupid?! How could I forget about a detail like that?!

I had to think of an excuse quickly.

"I woke up with a bloody nose last night, and since I had just woken up, I just grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom to grab a tissue, and must have forgotten the shirt in there. I'm sorry All Might. I didn't mean to make a mess."

His face visibly relaxed.

"It's alright my boy. I was just concerned is all. Do you get bloody noses often?"

I would have to hope he wouldn't double check this with my mom.

"Yeah sometimes. Not as much as I used to, but it still happens occasionally."

The only time I've ever gotten a nosebleed is when I got hit in the face, either sparing, or fighting a villain. It's never happened randomly.

All Might looked satisfied with my answer, so I could finally stop panicking.

I excused myself to go change out of my pajamas.

Throughout the rest of the day, All Might didn't seem to get any more suspicious. Thank God. I don't know what I would do if he found out.

By that evening, I was pretty sure I had thrown him off the scent.

"When was the last time you showered?"

All Might asked, as I was about to open my bedroom door.

When I looked over at him, he was looking up at me from his chair. His book had been put down, which wasn't a good sign.

Shit!

"Uh... not since before Kacchan left..."

"That was five days ago..."

"Oh... you're right... I guess I just forgot... I'll go take a shower..."

All Might nodded, previous concern, once again returning to his face.

I've been feeling like shit the past few days, and didn't have the energy to shower. I was hoping All Might wouldn't notice, but I guess that was stupid of me, because he clearly did.

I grabbed a pair of pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.

I got undressed, I turned on the hot water, and watched the steam rise, as water heated up.

It was definitely too hot, but I stuck my arm in anyway.

I immediately felt the water burn my skin, turning the area it touched a bright red.

It felt like fire, and then the feeling quickly turned cold...

yeah... definitely too hot.

I removed my arm from the stream, and adjusted the water temperature. It was still too hot, but it wouldn't burn me... at least not enough to matter.

I stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water run down my skin. It burned, but not enough to be unbearable.  It was good. It hurt, but not in a way that left behind concerning evidence.

I washed my hair, and then everything else, but I didn't really want to get out yet...

I sat in the bottom of the
tub/shower, letting the hot water run over me. There wasn't any good reason to stay in the shower, but I couldn't work up the motivation to get out either.

So I sat...

I sat hugging my knees, staring straight ahead.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I'm not sure why. I wasn't thinking about anything particularly sad. I just... hurt...

So I just stared ahead... mostly zoned out.

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I lost track of how much time I had been in there, so I couldn't help but startle at the unexpected nock.

The water had run completely cold at this point, and I hadn't even noticed.

"Young Midoriya, are you alright? You've been in there an awfully long time."

"Yeah, I'm alright. I'll be out in a minute!"

I called back.

I quickly got out, and dried off. I put on my pajamas as quickly as possible, and opened the bathroom door.

All Might was standing right outside, looking even more worried.

God damn it! I really suck at this.

"You were in there for three hours! I left you alone at first because you've seemed kinda off all day, and I thought you needed your space, but that was too much! What were you doing in there?"

"Nothing, I just lost track of time. I'm sorry okay."

The last bit definitely came out sounding more annoyed than intended.

"I understand if you want some alone time, but please don't get a tone with me for being worried."

He almost never got after me for anything, so that was honestly surprising.

"First you get upset with me for not showering, then you get upset with me when I do! What do you want from me?!"

I snapped.

I shouldn't have... but the trouble sleeping, the bad emotions, and my relapse caught up to me all at once.

"Young Midoriya, I'm worried about you."

"Why?! You're never worried about Kacchan! Why is that? Is it because he isn't as cooperative as I am?! Are you gonna stop worrying about me now that I'm talking back?!"

He looked stunned.

"No... I... you're right that I haven't shown enough concern for Bakugou... but that doesn't mean I'm going to show you any less. Though, I would appreciate it if you dropped the attitude."

I don't know what had gotten into me, but I continued.

"Drop the attitude? Really? You're not my dad, so how about you fuck off!"

All Might's mouth hung open, not a sound coming out.

After a few seconds of silence, realization of what I said, caught up to me.

My eyes widened at my own words, but I didn't say anything.

When All Might finally got over his shock, he took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"As multiple people have pointed out... I need to start treating you, and young Bakugou equally. So... you're grounded."

My eyes widened further. My mouth opened slightly.

"I never thought I would need to ground you... but apparently I do. Getting frustrated is one thing, but that was incredibly disrespectful. I'm honestly disappointed in you."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to argue, or cry. The defiance I had been running off of, was still there... but he was also my hero... my idol... him being disappointed in me, genuinely hurt.

Angry tears pricked my eyes.

"Fine... I'm grounded... but don't give that bull shit about how disappointed you are. Because I couldn't care less."

I lied.

I turned away, walking towards my room.

"Midoriya, don't walk away from me. We need to talk about this behavior."

I ignored him, and slammed my door.

"Midoriya Izuku!"

I heard through the door.

I continued to ignore him.

What was I doing?! What was wrong with me?! I was trying not to raise suspicions... but I did the exact opposite.

Now All Might hates me!
I'm grounded!
If he tells my mom about this, I'll have to deal with a whole lecture from her!
And now All Might's probably going to be keeping an even closer eye at me!

Why did I say all of that?!

I felt terrible.

Not only did I have the guilt about the Kacchan situation, but now I had guilt about disappointing All Might on top of that!

I literally cussed out my idol, and screamed at him, that he wasn't my dad!

What kind of cliche shit was that?!

I grabbed the razor, a lot more desperate than the last time.

I was a terrible successor.

I had barely lifted up my shorts, before I slid the razor against my skin.

The cuts were fast, and desperate. They were uncoordinated, with my vision being clouded by tears.

I was frantically trying to get this guilt to go away.

I wasn't even keeping track of how many cuts I made. I just kept going. Blood was definitely dripping on the bed at this point. I could feel the blood practicly streaming down my leg.

My skin was on fire with how deep the cuts were getting. And how I was just cutting over ones that were already there.

I only stopped when I started to get light headed. I looked down at the damage I did.

My thigh was coated in blood. It was pooling on the mattress, in some kind of horrific puddle of my own guilt. There were some puddles that traveled to the edge of the bed, and slowly started dripping down to the floor.

Fuck.

I fucked up.

I had to fix this quickly.

I started mopping up the blood with handfuls of tissues. When that wasn't working, I remembered that I had collected the shirt from the bathroom.

I grabbed the shirt, folding it the same way I did last night. I tied it around my thigh, much tighter than I had been the night before.

It seemed to be working for the most part. I was definitely bleeding through a little bit, but it wasn't pooling anymore, and that's all I wanted at that moment.

I looked at my bed.

Well shit.

I started soaking up the blood with tissues. When I got the majority up, I tossed the tissues under my bed with the rest.

Luckily I hadn't made my bed that morning, so my blanket had been bunched up near my pillow.

I pulled the sheets off my bed, and tossed them in the corner.

I would have to try to get them clean once All Might went to bed.

The mattress was stained, but there wasn't much I could do about that... I could probably blame it on the nosebleeds.

I would put a new sheet on the bed, once the blood had dried, and wouldn't stain the new sheets.

The weight of everything I had just done, hit me all at once.

All Might's worried...

Oh shit! All Might's worried!!!

If he finds out about this, he's gonna think I'm crazy... if he doesn't already, with that little episode I had.

I had to be even more careful moving forward...

No one could find out....

Notes:

Guess who watched Alice in wonderland for literally the first time the other day.

I didn't really like it to be honest. I prefer the live action ones with Johny Depp. And I normally hate live action.

Dark chapter huh?

How ya feeling?

I felt like Midoriya needed to talk back to an adult. I like sassy Midoriya.

I'm at my grandmas.
I literally wrote this in her living room lol.

Anyway... I forgot what I was going to say... I'm gonna remember after I post this, and then it's gonna drive me crazy...

See ya.

Chapter 33: The Root Of Anger

Summary:

Late night conversation.

Notes:

TW: blood, mentioned self harm!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

Once I was sure that All Might was in bed, I collected my sheets, and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed some  hydrogen peroxide, and poured some over the blood spots.

The blood spots immediately started bubbling. I could hear the fizzing noise slow down after a while. Once it stopped, I ran some cold water over the spots.

With my history of self harm, and how dangerous hero work can be, I had gotten pretty adept at getting blood stains out of things.

Unfortunately, since I decided to wait until All Might went to bed, I couldn't get at it right away, so no matter how much scrubbing I did, I couldn't get rid of the orange tinge that my blood left behind.

Maybe I could use bleach...

I headed to the laundry room, leaving my sheets in the bathroom.

All the cleaning chemicals were on a high shelf above the washer and dryer.

Since I was only five foot five... I could not reach. And for some reason, All Might didn't own a single step stool!

I couldn't very well ask for All Might's help after the argument we had earlier... not that you could really call it much of an argument, as much as, me yelling, and All Might grounding me.

So I did the next best thing...

I climbed on top of the washing machine.

Just as I was reaching for the bleach, I heard a voice behind me.

"Young Midoriya, what are you doing?"

I flinched in surprise at the sudden voice of All Might. I lost my balance, almost falling off the washing machine. I was just barely able to catch myself on the shelf.

Once I steadied myself, I looked over my shoulder, towards the figure in the doorway.

"Uh..."

"Why are you on top of the washing machine?"

When I just stood there, staring blankly, All Might sighed.

"Alright, get down."

"But I-"

"But what? What were you trying to do?"

I still couldn't think of a good response.

At my silence, All Might continued.

"Just... get down."

I could argue further, but at this point, I didn't really think that it was a good idea. Besides... I already felt bad about earlier.

So, I slowly climbed down. Once my feet were once again touching the floor, I turned to face All Might.

"What were you trying to grab?"

"The bleach..."

"Why?"

"I uh..."

I had to come up with a lie quickly.

"I just noticed that I got blood on my sheets during my nose bleed. So... I was trying to get it out..."

"You could have asked me to get it for you."

"I thought you were in bed."

He sighed again.

"Mi- Izuku..."

I tensed at the use of my name.

"Somethings been going on with you recently... I don't know what, but I can tell when you're avoiding me... I just... never mind. It's not important right now. We'll talk about this later."

He grabbed the bleach off the shelf.

"Come on."

The guilt from earlier settled in the pit of my stomach.

He looked... tired. Like he didn't know how to deal with me. Like how he looked before Kacchan was sent away.

My anxiety spiked.

What if All Might gets tired of me too?

I followed the man to the bathroom.

He looked down at the sheets, shaking his head. He put the plug in the tub, and turned on the water.

"Hand me the sheets."

I grabbed the sheets from their crumpled pile in the corner, handing them to the man in front of me.

He put them in the tub, getting them all completely soaked.

"Bleach."

He said, holding out his hand.

I grabbed the bleach, from where he had left it on the counter, handing it to him.

He eyeballed the measurements, pouring some into the still filling tub. Once completely full he pulled out his phone, setting a timer.

He clicked start on the timer, turning to face me.

"We really need to talk."

I again tensed.

He motioned for me to follow him.

I obeyed, unsure of what was about to happen.

He motioned for me to sit on the couch, and he sat on the chair across from me.

After sitting in silence for a few seconds, All Might spoke.

"Earlier... you seemed really upset with me.... I would like to know what I did wrong, so then I can fix it. I don't want a repeat of the Bakugou situation."

And suddenly, I felt angry again.

I don't know why I've been getting angry easier... but that did it.

"So if I refuse to talk about it, are you gonna tell Mr Aizawa you can't handle me anymore too?"

"What? No!"

"So Kacchan gets sent away for being difficult, but I... what? Just get more grounded?"

"What? No. I- where is this coming from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know..."

I mumbled.

"Again with the attitude!"

All Might sighed.

"Why are you mad at me?"

I shrugged, crossing my arms, and refusing to look at him.

"Apparently I suck at parenting. Because I've managed to piss off both of you, and I don't even know what I did."

He seemed genuinely frustrated, and I started to feel kinda bad about how difficult I was being.

"Since mentioning young Bakugou seemed to be the trigger for all of this..."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Can you tell me what you think I did wrong with him?"

I wasn't expecting that.

"You gave up."

"What?"

He questioned.

"You gave up... you just quit... when things got difficult, you didn't even try. Kacchan has always been difficult. That's not a new thing. You tried for like a week... then even when you were making progress with him, since it wasn't instant, you just gave up, and started complaining about him to me. He was right in the other room. Even with his shitty hearing, I guarantee he heard that. And then when he retaliated by breaking the cup, you freaked out, called Mr Aizawa, and sent him away."

All Might seemed stunned.

"I... that was a lot..."

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I should apologize..."

"Yeah."

I said it with an edge in my voice, sharp enough to cut.

"Is that why you're upset with me?"

I hesitated.

Was it? Was all this anger about Kacchan?

I was annoyed with All Might after my shower, before Kacchan was even mentioned... but I got really angry after...

So... partially?

"...a little bit..."

"I'm sorry I wasn't fair with him... I'll try to make up for it. Okay?"

"Sure..."

It was more of an acknowledgment of him speaking, than anything else.

"What are the other reasons you're upset with me?"

Lack of sleep, and just a general sense of self hatred probably.

I shrugged.

He was about to speak, when the alarm on his phone went off.

"Oh, time to deal with your sheets."

All Might said, turning off the alarm.

He headed towards the bathroom, and I followed.
All Might unplugged the tub, and we watched it drain.

Once completely drained, All Might squeezed the excess water out of the sheets.

"I'm gonna need you to get the door for me."

He said, picking up the now very heavy pile of sheets.

I opened the bathroom door for him, and quickly rushed to do the same with the laundry room door.

"Open the washing machine for me please."

I did, and he grunted as he dropped the sheets into the washer, finally free of its weight.

He got the washer started, and turned to me.

"I'll switch it to the dryer when it's done. You go get some sleep."

"It's my sheets."

"I understand that, but you look like you could use some sleep."

"Okay... good night I guess.."

He smiled, seeming very pleased with the fact that I wasn't yelling at him anymore.

"Good night my boy."

Notes:

Author's note:

Tis shorter than I'd like, but oh well.

Now all the kids but Eri are grounded.

I could ground her too, like I'm collecting the infinity stones of grounded children.

I be listening to my Spotify Playlist while writing this. I literally set a timer to see if my 30 minutes of uninterrupted listening is actually 30 minutes. Surprisingly... they actually gave me 30 minutes for once.

Chapter 34: All Might's Worry

Summary:

Literally just internal monolog

Notes:

TW: blood!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

All Might's POV:

Young Midoriya had been acting... off, recently...

He had been pulling away, avoiding me, and all together, been incredibly irritable lately.

It got bad enough that his mother had noticed, and she wasn't even here. She had called me the other day, asking if something happened, because apparently Young Midoriya had seemed upset about something during their daily calls, but when asked about it, he denied being upset.

There was also something suspicious about the nosebleeds... he'd never mentioned them before, and I'd never seen them happen.

Sure, that wasn't exactly the best reason to assume someone was lying... but it still felt off. Especially since when I first brought up the bloody shirt, he seemed almost panicked.

And even before that whole incident, whenever I went into his room, it smelled... almost metallic...

Maybe I was just over thinking it...

I was worrying over nothing.

I sent him to bed.

He seemed tired... it made sense with how late it was... but he'd been more tired recently as well.

I told him, I'd deal with the sheets, and he went to bed, with little argument.

I was over thinking... definitely... nothing to worry about... except...

I should worry about the fact that Aizawa had called earlier... saying that he'd be coming over in the next few days. He wouldn't give me an exact time or date... as if he were purposely trying to keep me on my toes.

I don't know what I did, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, settle in the pit of my stomach.

I definitely did something... Why does this keep happening?! How do I keep messing up, without even realizing what I did? How was I so bad at this?

Aizawa was definitely upset with me, but I still needed his help. I've asked this man for so much... but I can't do this alone... I don't know how. When he comes over, I'm going to have to ask for some advice.

I don't know what's up with Midoriya, but something is clearly wrong... and I don't know how to fix it.

After sitting on my chair, and drinking some tea for a bit, I heard the dryer buzz, alerting me that the sheets were done.

I got up, putting down my tea, and headed to the laundry room.

I took the sheets out, and folded them neatly.

I walked over to young Midoriya's bedroom door, opening it carefully, as to not wake him.

He was asleep. Sprawled out, with his arm hanging off the bed. It was honestly kinda cute. His face was completely relaxed, without that anger, that had made itself welcome recently.

What drew my eye though, was a few drops of dried blood on the floor next to the bed...

Along with a decently sized blood spot on the bed.

That would have been an awful large nosebleed...

The bloody t-shirt was lying on the ground, at the end of his bed. I wasn't to concerned about it until I noticed that it had more blood than the last time...

Shit...

Either he had another nosebleed... or the bloods from something else...

How was I even supposed to approach this? If I asked, young Midoriya, he would just tell me it was another nosebleed, or refuse to answer me all together...

I was going to have to wait for Aizawa's visit to bring this up. If I brought up my concerns in front of him, he was more likely to actually get an answer, because he actually knew what he was doing... he knew when to be firm, and unbending... and he also knew when to be soft and understanding. Whereas I jumped back and forth, never sure what scenario is appropriate for what response.

I left the folded sheets on the other bed, and headed out.

When Aizawa got here... he'd figure this out....

For now... bed.

Notes:

Tis incredibly short, but I suck at writing from All Might's POV.

Also I didn't read this before posting... so uh... sorry if it's shit.

Updates will probably be a lot slower, because I start school tomorrow, and that tends to take all of my mental energy... because I'm stupid 🤪

Anyway, my lack of intelligence aside, and the fact that I barely pass English even though I'm a writer, I hope to at least get this ark finished before school really picks up.

The first week is usually pretty slow, so I should be able to get some more chapters out.

But after that... sadness...

Imma throw up... I got anxiety, and I haven't interacted with pretty much any humans all summer... so this is gonna be a shock.

I was literally diagnosed with a social phobia... what am I doing in highschool?

Anyway... thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 35: Sinking

Summary:

Midoriya's emotions flip flop a bit.

Notes:

TW: mentioned blood, suicidal thoughts!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

I woke up to find my sheets folded, and placed on the other bed.

All Might was in here...

Oh shit! All Might was in here!!!

What if he saw the shirt?! Or the bed?! What if he called my mom, and she told him that I don't get nosebleeds?!

I did my best to calm myself down, before making my way out of the room. I found All Might in the kitchen, making toast.

"Ah, young Midoriya. You're awake. Would you like one peice of toast, or two?"

"Uh... ones fine..."

He gave me a smile, and continued what he was doing.

We sat in silence for a minute, before All Might spoke. His tone sounded concerned.

"Midoriya... did you get another nosebleed? There was more blood on the shirt..."

"Yeah."

Lying was getting easier. I was able to speak without my voice rising in pitch. And I said it with a completely neutral face.

"Okay... if you get another one, do you think you could tell me? I'm just getting a bit concerned at the number of nosebleeds you're getting."

"Sure."

I said, pulling out my phone as an excuse to stop talking.

Still no response from Kacchan...

After a few minutes, All Might placed a plate with toast in front of me.

"You want anything on it? Egg, avocado, jam? Not together of course. Except maybe the first two..."

"Jam."

I wasn't all that hungry... I hadn't been for the past few days... and eggs and avocado felt too... just too much...

All Might slid a jar of jam over to me. Butter following close behind.

I put butter, and jam on my toast, happy that All Might wasn't commenting on my lack of apatite.

"Aizawa's gonna be coming over in the next few days. So you'll probably be able to see young Bakugou."

"Wait really?!"

I couldn't help but let the excitement slip into my voice.

"Yes, he called yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"Because you locked yourself in your room, after getting really mouthy. And I didn't think you wanted to be bothered."

He seemed a combination of amused, and annoyed.

Fair... I was... a bit difficult to talk to in that moment.

"Do you know what day?"

"No... he didn't say. Just within the next few days."

I nodded, continuing to eat my toast.

We sat quietly, and it was clear that All Might was working up to saying something.

"Young Midoriya... don't you think that we should call your mom about all these nosebleeds?"

I chocked on my toast, spitting the bite onto my plate.

"Why would you need to do that?!"

"Because your mom should know about what's happening. It's honestly concerning how much blood was on that t-shirt."

"This just happens sometimes, no need to bother her with it."

"I don't think it would bother her. She'd want to know about what's happening."

"She's on vacation. I don't want to worry her."

I continued to argue, in an increasingly whiny voice.

"She should be worried. That's a lot of blood Izuku."

His tone was filled with worry of his own. His use of my name, showing his level of concern.

"I don't wanna call her."

I whined.

"Why not? She's your mom."

"I just don't okay!"

All Might gave a sigh of annoyance.

"Midoriya..."

"No! Don't look at me like that! Unless I'm in trouble, you have no reason to call my mom!"

"You know that's not true..."

"I don't care!"

"Mido-"

"Fuck off!!!"

I can admit... that was definitely uncalled for... he was just concerned for my safety, but I couldn't help but snap at him.

I've been so irritable, and I have no idea why.

Why was I so angry? Was this how Kacchan felt?

It sucks.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he exhaled.

"Midoriya Izuku... I need this to stop. If you're against something, I need you to communicate why... not cuss me out. If this happens again, I will be calling your mom, but for a different reason. I understand that you're upset, but I need you to work with me here. I'm not a mind reader."

"It doesn't take a mind reader to tell that I want you to stay out of my business."

I mumbled angerly.

He sighed again.

"Can we just eat, please?"

He sounded so tired, and the guilt returned tenfold.

God, I was terrible... he was just trying to help... why was I like this?

I ignored him for the rest of the day, choosing to stew in my emotions. I had no clue if he was actually going to call my mom, and I didn't plan to be around to find out.

I laid awake in bed that night. Submerging myself deeper and deeper into the dark fog in my brain. It was like a deep pool of hurt, that I was intentionally floating in. It made me feel heavy, but in an almost comforting way. I was sinking in this pool, but I was completely relaxed in the process.

I should just kill myself...

Notes:

I wish it was longer, but I didn't sleep last night, and I'm literally writing this in school.

We're almost to where I want to be.

Thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 36: Attempt

Summary:

Lotta dark shit.

Notes:

TW: Suicidal thoughts, self harm in detail, blood, self hatred, Suicide attempt, disturbing intrusive thoughts!!!

This chapter is gonna get dark, so please please do not read if this could trigger you in any way.

Or at least wait till you can emotionally handle it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

I woke up, already feeling upset. The fog I was in last night was thicker and darker than before.

I slid out of bed, feet touching the cold floor. I let a tired sigh escape my lips, before standing up, and making my way to the door.

Today was going to be a long day.

All Might seemed to immediately notice my mood, choosing not to comment on me grabbing a granola bar, instead of eating breakfast with him.

I had originally planned to make sure he didn't notice, but he had, so I couldn't be bothered. He could just deal with me being moody.

"I'm going out to get groceries today... would you like to come with me?"

"I'm grounded, remember?"

I said, in an annoyed voice, casting a glare at him.

"Oh... yeah..."

"Yeah."

"...I could make an exception..."

"That would kinda defeat the point. Besides, I don't want to go anyway."

"Okay... You know you can talk to me about anything right?"

His voice sounded sincere, and his face looked sad.

I felt the guilt bubble up again.

Shit, I was being really mean again. Why was I doing this? All Might never did anything to me, and I was taking out all my anger on him.

I was mad at him because of Kacchan right? But that was my fault too.

"What would I have to talk about?"

"You look upset."

"I'm fine."

I said glaring daggers at the man.

God, I did it again!

"Okay, you can tell me if that changes."

He gave me a smile.

It made me feel like shit. I kept treating him badly, even though he was trying to help.

I should kill myself

"Yeah, sure."

I said in a weaker voice.

I threw away the wrapper to my granola bar.

"When will you be going to the store?"

I wasn't sure why I asked, but I felt like I should.

"Probably this afternoon. I have a few things to take care of at home first."

"Okay."

I stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, before turning around, and leaving the room. I couldn't handle the tension that I had created.

I went to the bathroom. When finished, I just stood in front of the mirror, looking myself over.

I looked terrible.

My hair was a mess. I hadn't run a comb through it in a week, the bags under my eyes were darker than ever, and I looked... miserable.

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I should kill myself.

The thought kept running through my head. Any little twinge of dissatisfaction, sent my brain spiraling into a dark place.

I felt sick with all the terrible ways my brain came up with to kill me. I took a shuddering breath, splashing my face with cold water, hoping to ground myself to some extent.

I sighed, exiting the bathroom, heading to my room. I sat on the bed, and unlocked my phone.

Maybe this would be a good distraction. I had a few unanswered texts from friends, and a few notifications from certain heroes I followed, posting content. I could distract myself for a few hours... right?

I scrolled for a few minutes, unable to get rid of the feeling. The weight in the pit of my stomach was back, and even more intense. It felt like all my organs were twisting together, into a grotesque knot of self hatred. A deep pulsing anger, made itself at home in my skull, causing it to feel like my fingers were buzzing. I wanted to rip away my skin, and dump out my insides, to free myself from the weight of all this anger. Anger that I didn't even know the source of. The fog incased my skull, in a thick, and inescapable darkness. My intrusive thoughts spun together, in a web, more deadly than a black widow. I needed an escape, and I needed one now.

I should kill myself.

There it was again... that nagging voice in the back of my head, that had made itself more pronounced.

I'm not sure when it got so loud... I hadn't noticed it getting stronger, and more commanding... but here it was... my escape.

It felt so simple, yet so unachievable. Was it really that easy? Could I kill myself? It wouldn't be to hard... I had the razor in my drawer... I just had to go a little farther. Was I really considered this?

I should kill myself.

It rang through my brain like a church bell, unwilling to silence itself, and instead, choosing to ring on, in a migraine inducing chime. Repeatedly dinging, until it drowned out all other sounds.

I should kill myself.
I should kill myself.
I should kill myself.

It rang, again and again. It echoed through my head, like a choir. Singing it's sweet melody. A song of escape, and freedom from the crushing weight of the guilt that I felt.

I should kill myself.

I just wanted out... was that to much to ask for?

I felt tears trickle down my face, collecting at my chin, and eventually the little droplets fell onto my hands. Hands that gripped at my pants tightly. Hands that shook, as I made my  decision.

I was going to kill myself.

I stood, whole body shaking. I did my best to be quiet with my crying, while I took slow purposeful steps towards the drawer containing the tiny blade. I slowly slid the drawer open, looking down at the tiny object that controlled my fate. It had dry blood, painted across the side of it, in a disturbing splash of crimson. It felt like it was almost taunting me...

I reached for it shakily, gripping onto the blade with a look of defeat. This was it. This was the end.

I sat on my bed, and rolled up my shorts, looking at the cuts that were already there. I rubbed my hand acrossed my thigh, igniting a stinging pain throughout my skin.

I'm going to kill myself.

With a shuddering breath, I placed the blade against my skin, and pushed down, harder than I ever had. I slid the blade against my thigh in a quick motion. The burn I felt was almost cathartic.
It didn't bleed at first. Just white flesh peaked through the disturbingly large slice in my skin.

For the first time, that didn't make me panic.

I did it again, same result. It didn't bleed until the fourth cut, and when it did, it bled a lot... too much... but that's what I wanted... right?

I repeated the familiar motion, feeling the painful sting of each slice. It was overstimulating, it was to much, but I kept going. Cut after cut, marked my thigh with the proof of my actions.

I didn't worry about the blood getting on the bed. It wouldn't matter if I was dead.

I lost track of time, not even realizing how long I'd been doing this.

I had to move quickly, before the more shallow ones would clot over. My body desperately trying to repair the damage that I was doing to my skin. My thigh was covered in more cuts than it ever had been.

I made cut after cut, until I could barely see my skin from underneath all the blood. I felt light headed, but I had to keep going.

I heard the creak of the door, eyes shooting up to meet the eyes of my childhood friend.

Kacchan...

Oh shit! Kacchan!!!

He face contorted to something worried... a look that seemed foreign on his usually angry face.

He slowly closed the door behind him, and just stood there for a moment.

"...That's... that's a lot of blood Deku..."

His voice shook in a way I had never heard it before.

What had I done?

Notes:

And now I have to catch Bakugou up to the same point in time... sry guys.

Don't worry, I don't do major character death. So hopefully that will help you guys be patient.

I have a few more things planned for Bakugou at Aizawa's house, before we come back to this situation.

Anyway... thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 37: Blood Test

Summary:

Eri has a meltdown

Notes:

I got this idea from a tiktok.

TW: ptsd, medical trauma!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

I had officially been staying with Aizawa and Yamada for four days, when I saw Eri talk back to an adult for the first time.

That morning, Yamada kissed his husband goodbye, about to head off to his radio show.

We were all in the living room, except for eyebags, who was in his room, probably sleeping.

"After your doctor's appointment, we can eat the ice cream I bought."

He said, looking at the little girl.

He ruffled her hair, and went out the door, with a wave.

Eri looked up at Aizawa with a look of panic.

"Doctor?!"

"Yeah, you have a doctors appointment today, remember?"

"No!?"

I was sitting on the couch watching the entire thing.

"Yeah, you're going to the doctors today."

Aizawa said patiently.

"I don't wanna gooo..."

She whined.

"Well, we have to make sure you're healthy."

"What are they gonna do there?"

I could see the pained look on my teachers face, and that's when I knew that this wasn't going to end well.

"Well... they have to do a blood test..."

"No!"

"Sweetheart, I know it's scary, and it brings back some bad memories... but it needs to be done."

He spoke slow, and quiet. Just firm enough to make it clear that it was happening.

"No No No!!!"

"I'll be with you the whole time and-"

"NO!!!"

"And when we get home, you can have as much ice cream as you want."

"No!"

"Eri-"

"No!"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I leaned forward on my spot on the couch, ready to get involved if this went south.

Realistically, I knew Aizawa wasn't going to hit her. Especially since he was so against my mom hitting me... but that didn't mean that my anxiety didn't spike when Eri practicly screamed in Aizawa's face again.

"Eri, I promise... you will be oka-"

"I hate you!"

I gripped the armrest, expecting to see Aizawa raise his hand to hit her.

He never did....

He looked sad... hurt... but not angry.

"That's okay... but I love you... which is why we're doing this. Because we have to make sure that you're healthy."

Angry tears, flowed down the little girl's face.

"I hate you..."

It was quieter, but filled with way more venom than the first time.

She turned around, stomping to her room.

"Eri-"

She slammed the door.

He gave a tired sigh.

He turned to me, seeing my wide eyes, and tensed form.

"Are you alright? That was pretty loud."

I forced myself to relax.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

I asked in an accusing tone.

"Because I could see how you were acting during that... and you seemed scared."

"I'm not scared of anything."

I said, crossing my arms.

"Mhm"

He gave a short chuckle.

"I'm not."

I defended.

"Sure kid."

I narrowed my eyes at the man, before my eyes wandered towards the girl's room.

Aizawa noticed, and looked over to the room as well, his face turning sad.

"Is... is she gonna be okay?"

I asked.

"I don't know..."

He answered honestly.

"I thought that maybe if we waited until the last second to tell her about the blood test, then it would cause less anxiety..."

I nodded.

It was an understandable conclusion to come to... though it didn't really seem to help.

"Is she in trouble?"

I asked, prepared to argue in her defense.

"No. Why would she be?"

"Because she screamed at you, she said she hated you, and she said no to your face."

It seemed obvious to me. I had planned to defend her, but I somehow managed to explain why she should be in trouble.

"This is really scary for her. I didn't expect her to react well to it. When she was with the Shie Hassaikai, they took her blood, and turned it into weapons. She was experimented on, hurt, and used... I would never punish her for having a ptsd response."

Oh... oh that... that hurt. She wasn't throwing a temper tantrum... she was scared, and hurt, and just didn't know how to react properly.  She had a meltdown because she thought she was going to be hurt again.

"Oh... why does she have to get a blood test if it'll give her ptsd?"

"Because she's been showing severe symptoms of anemia. We have to test for it, and if she is, we have to get her iron supplements."

"Why can't you just give her iron supplements just incase? Why does she have go through all that?"

"Because too much iron can cause iron poisoning. We have to know what's wrong, before we can treat the problem... I promise kid, I would not put her through this if it wasn't necessary."

That made sense...

"How are you even going to do it if she's not cooperating?"

"I... I don't know..."

He answered.

She had to get this done, but if she was physically forced, then that would be even more traumatizing.

"Can I talk to her?"

He seemed to consider it for a minute, before finally nodding.

"Yeah, just be gentle with her."

"Yes sir."

I stood up, heading towards the girl's room. I nocked, waiting for a response.

She opened the door just a crack, peaking a teary red eye at me.

"What do you want?"

She sniffled.

"Can we talk?"

"...fine..."

She opened the door, just wide enough for me to enter, and closed it quickly behind me.

"What do you want?"

She asked, with a look far to grim for a six year old.

"I want to talk about your doctor's appointment."

She groaned, flopping down face first on her bed.

"Whyyyyy?"

She whined.

"Because it's impooortaaaaant."

I mirrored, her attitude.

She turned her head, so one eye was peaking up from where her face was buried in the mattress, giving me a glare.

I glared back, continuing to mirror her.

"Fine."

She pushed herself up, sitting down on the bed, and facing me. She looked at me expectingly.

"Alright then."

I sat across from her, on the mattress I had been sleeping on.

"Here's my first question. What so scary about it?"

She gave me a look, like it should be obvious.

"Because Chisaki-"

"No, I get that. But he's not here. You're going get a little poke, they're going to test your blood, and then they're going to dispose of it. What's so scary?"

"I... it's feels the same."

"I know... and that sucks... but it's not the same. And logically, you know that. Aizawa's gonna be there. You'll probably get a sucker for it. Then when you get back, you'll get ice cream. Nothing bad is going to happen."

"You don't know that!"

"What could possibly go wrong?"

"What if the doctor tries to hurt me?!"

"I seriously doubt that'll happen, but if it does, then Aizawa will beat them up."

She snorted at that.

"Speaking of..."

My voice got serious.

"You should probably apologize... You really hurt his feelings..."

"I know... I am sorry... I'm just scared"

"Then come on."

I stood up. Picking her up from the bed, and placing her on the floor.

"I really don't wanna go to the doctor..."

"I know. But you have to be brave. Like Deku."

I made me internally cringe to say, but I needed her to cooperate. I don't think I could handle her being forced to go.

Her eyes sparkled.

"You think I can be brave like Deku?"

"Yeah. It's okay to be scared. Bravery isn't being fearless, it's doing something, even if it scares you."

She gave a curt nod. Her face serious.

"Okay."

I opened the door, and she followed close behind me.

We found Aizawa in the kitchen, drinking his fourth cup of coffee. He looked up, making eye contact with the girl who was currently, partially hidden behind me.

"Hey..."

He said, in a quiet, gentle voice.

"...I... I'm really sorry... I don't hate you..."

Tears welled in her eyes, seconds from pouring down her face.

Aizawa looked like he might cry too. It felt wrong to witness. I felt like I was intruding on something I shouldn't be.

"Oh sweety.... I was never mad at you... you were upset. I understood that..."

He crouched down, opening his arms, and Eri ran into them at full speed.

"I'm sorry! I'll go to the doctors appointment!"

"It's okay. It's okay. I'll be there the whole time."

I felt awkward... I shouldn't be here.... this moment wasn't for me... I turned to leave the room.

"Hey Bakugou."

I stopped, turning back to my teacher.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

What? Why was he?- I wanted to argue that I hadn't really done much.

"No problem."

I said instead.

Eri reached towards me, giving an expecting look.

"I don't know what you-"

I was interrupted by Mr Aizawa, pulling me down to the ground with them.

Eri wrapped me in a hug, while Aizawa placed a hand on my shoulder, in an almost affectionate way.

"Thank you."

He said again.

Notes:

Little bit of fluff near the end as a little treat for yall.

Little bit of caring older brother Bakugou.

Thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 38: Meltdown

Summary:

Bakugou gets overstimulated

Notes:

TW: literally in the title, mentioned blood, accidental self harm!!!

https://youtu.be/kGn13Apz8Tg

The vibes.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea that I made for myself, after Aizawa and Eri had left, when Mind fuck walked in, yawning after what was definitely a long nap.

"Where is everyone?"

He asked, looking around.

"Yamada's at his radio show. You should know that. He's literally your dad. And Aizawa's at a doctors appointment with Eri."

"Hey, I don't know his schedule. How should I know when he's at work?"

"He's your dad!"

He shrugged, grabbing a cup from the cupboard, and pouring himself some coffee.

"Oh shit... didn't she have a blood test scheduled?"

He seemed worried, so I decided not to be a dick.

"Yeah, she kinda freaked out when she found out about it. But we talked it out. She may still be a little scared, but she's not freaking out anymore."

He seemed a little surprised at this.

"Oh... well that's good. How did you get her to calm down?"

"I told her there's no logical reason to be scared."

"To a six year old?!"

He seemed shocked by my bluntness. But I've been here for a few days, so it seems like he'd be used to it by now.

"Hey, it worked, so I will not be excepting criticism. Plus I got her to apologize for screaming at Aizawa, and saying she hated him, so I think I'm amazing."

I said smugly.

"She didn't say that. I refuse to believe it."

"Well she did! Aizawa said it was ptsd."

"Weird.... she's so sweet all the time..."

I shrugged, taking a sip of my tea.

"Do you know when they'll be back?"

"Yamada will be back at three. Though Yamada's son should know that."

He rolled his eyes.

"I don't know when Aizawa and Eri will be back. They didn't leave all that long ago, so it'll probably be a little while."

"Okay... you wanna watch something?"

"No! What the hell?! Why do you keep trying to get us in trouble?!"

"Because they're not here. You know, you act all angry, but you really are a goody two shoes."

I proceeded to flip him off.

He gave me a smirk, and took a drink of his coffee.

It was about then, that we heard the door open.

"I'm hooome!"

Yamada's called.

"We're in the kitchen!"

Mind fuck called back.

Yamada's walked in, pulling out his hair tie, hair falling down around his shoulders. He winced as he ran his fingers through it. It seemed like the tight ponytail had been hurting him.

"Is Sho not back yet?"

"Nah."

Mind fuck answered.

"Weren't you supposed to be back at three? Its two thirty."

I asked.

"You want to be away from me that bad?"

He gave me an offended look.

"What? No. I was just wondering why you were back so early."

"I know. I was joking."

He gave me an amused smile.

"I finished up earlier than expected."

"Well, how was I supposed to know you were joking?"

I glared.

"I'm sorry I confused you."

He chuckled, ruffling my hair.

"I'm never confused."

I grumbled to myself.

He laughed, removing his hand from my hair, leaving a cold empty feeling behind. I almost... missed the physical contact... Gross...

Why was this happening? I've never liked physical contact before...

Mind fuck, and Yamada made conversation for a few minutes. I had no clue what I was supposed to do. Groups of three people are always hard to navigate. I'm never sure what is appropriate to say, or when it's my turn to talk, so I chose to not get involved at all.

"What do you think Bakugou?"

"Huh?"

I looked up to see both sets of eyes on me.

"Takeout for dinner... you good with that?"

Yamada asked.

"That's fine."

"We're you even listening?"

Mind fuck asked.

"No... it wasn't my conversation."

"Don't you have a habit of listening into people's conversations though?"

"How about you stay out of my business, and I'll stay out of yours!"

"Okay!"

Yamada raised his voice, drawing our attention.

"That's enough of that. I'm stopping this before it starts. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

We both looked at each other, and then at Yamada, proceeding to be completely silent.

Yamada rolled his eyes.

"Kids... God damn..."

He mumbled to himself.

"I'm gonna wait till Sho and Eri get back to order. Do either of you want a snack in the meantime?"

"Yes."

Mind fuck said, with an incredibly serious tone.

"Bakugou?"

Yamada looked at me.

"Sure I guess."

"I think there's still some of those cookies you made left."

Yamada went to the cupboard, grabbing us each a couple cookies. He grabbed three glasses, and the milk, pouring us each a cup. He placed our cookies and milk at the table.

"Bone apple teeth, as the kids say for some reason."

I couldn't help but snort at that, at the same time Mind fuck, made a very high pitched laugh.

Yamada gave an amused smile, taking a bite of his own cookie.

"Apparently Eri said she hated your husband."

Mind fuck randomly stated, taking a sip of milk.

"That's for your cookies damn it."

I said gesturing to his milk, at the same time Yamada started choking on his.

"She said what?!"

His voice was teetering on the edge of quirk use.

"I dunno. Bakugou told me. Ask him."

Mind fuck said unhelpfully..

Yamada looked at me expectingly.

"She found out about the blood test, and freaked out. She's fine now."

"She said she hated him?!"

"Yeah. She screamed it actually. They made up though."

Yamada just stared at me, mouth hanging open.

"What?..."

I asked, not sure why he seemed so upset. I literally just said they made up.

"Is sho okay?"

That's what he was worried about?

"I think so... he seemed a little sad at first, but they made up so..."

"Well... that's good..."

Yamada spoke quietly... too quiet for his normally happy personality.

"Are you okay?"

I'm not sure why I asked. I don't care about that stuff. Why should I? It's none of my business.

"Yeah... I'm just... worried about Shota... he pretends he's not, but he's really sensitive about this stuff... he loves his kids."

Now I was kinda uncomfortable. This much emotion was just too much. The only emotion I was really used to was anger. Not all this mushy stuff. How was I supposed to respond to that? I didn't want to hurt his feelings, because for some reason I actually cared.

"Oh... well... they hugged so... that's good... right?"

Now I wasn't sure.

"Yeah. That's good."

He smiled, but it didn't feel genuine.

After a few minutes, Yamada and mind fuck's conversation picked back up. Yamada ended up turning on the radio, claiming, life is boring without background music. So all together, there was way to much noise.

Soon I heard the front door open, and the sound of little feet, running towards the kitchen.

"Look!"

Eri pointed at her rainbow unicorn bandaid.

"Oh my goodness!"

Yamada gave an exaggerated face.

"What happened?!"

He asked, as if he didn't already know.

"They took all my blood out!"

"All of it?!"

Their volume was reaching levels, that practically made my ears ring. Eri's a sweet kid, but her pitch was gonna kill off the rest of my hearing if she kept this up.

"I don't think they took all of it. That would be a lot of blood."

Aizawa said, ruffling her hair on his way to the coffee maker.

There was officially, way too many people in the kitchen at once. It felt like the air was vibrating. Literally everyone was talking at once, the radio was playing some eighties rock song, and I could hear the fridge buzzing.

Yamada had this little habit of snapping his fingers to punctuate his sentences, Eri kept jumping up and down, Aizawa kept tapping his foot, and mind fuck would smack the table whenever he would get excited about anything.

Did literally non of them know how to shut up?!

This one light bulb kept slightly flickering every few seconds, and it looked like nobody else was noticing it.

Mind fuck started laughing about something, sliding his chair back, and making it squeak in a way that grated against my brain so bad, that I literally wanted to set him on fire.

Eri squealed in excitement over something. I had no clue what, because everyone's voices were melding together in an overstimulating ball of white noise.

I could feel my hands shaking, and tears pricked at my eyes. God I was pathetic.

The noise level kept rising, the fridge kept buzzing, the light kept flickering, the chairs kept squeaking, the music changed to some really loud pop song, that wouldn't stop repeating lyrics.

I felt like I was gonna explode... literally.

I needed the noise to stop. I wanted to rip off my own skin, just to get rid of the buzzing, crawling feeling.

I needed the noise to stop!

"Oh my god... Will you shut the HELL UP?!"

I slammed my hands over my ears, activating my quirk.

Aizawa's POV:

"Oh my god... Will you shut the HELL UP?!"

I looked over at the angry boy, ready to scold him for cursing, right as he activated his quirk.

I canceled it as quickly as I could, but I wouldn't know if any actual damage was done, until I got a closer look.

My husband rushed forward, immediately trying to see the extent of the damage.

"Sweetheart I really need you to move your hands and let me see."

"Shut up Shut up SHUT UP!!!"

I had no clue what to do in this situation. What was I supposed to do? I just stood there, keeping his quirk at bay.

"Bakugou, sweetie, I really need you to work with me here."

My husband was definitely panicking, but doing his best to not let the kids see.

When Zashi reached to move one of Bakugou's hands, to take a look at the side of his face, Bakugou shoved Zashi away with his foot. Not a kick, but a definite shove.

"Bakugou-"

I went to scold, but my husband shot me a look, that was a clear, shut the hell up.

Right... not the time. Hizashi was so much better at this than me.

Zashi stopped trying to talk to, or touch Bakugou. He instead looked the boy over, seemingly coming up with some kind of game plan. One that hopefully didn't take to much longer, because I really needed to blink.

"Turn off the radio."

"Wha-"

"Turn off the radio."

His voice took a more commanding tone, and I immediately did as I was told. Zashi knew way better than me in this situation, so it was best to follow his lead.

Zashi then turned to Bakugou, motioning for him to stand up.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, and curled into himself further.

Zashi motioned again, and I could tell by the look on his face, that he was really hoping Bakugou would listen.

Luckily he did, hesitantly standing, and following my husband as he motioned for the boy to do so. Zashi then turned to me, motioning for me to follow too.

Oh yeah, I was the only thing stopping the explosions.

My kids seemed worried, but also seemed to understand the importance of staying quiet right now.

My husband led the boy to our bedroom, opting to keep the lights off, motioning for him to sit down on the bed. He reluctantly obeyed, keeping his eyes narrowed, and once again curled up on himself. From this angle, I could tell that he was crying.

What had triggered this? I mean, obviously the noise played a big part, but this felt like such a strong reaction.

Zashi dug through our drawers, grabbing the pair of noise canceling headphones off of his hero costume, holding them out for the boy to take.

When Bakugou finally reached for the headphones, we could see some light burns on his ears. Nothing too bad, but still not good. He put on the headphones, lowering his hands to his lap. Allowing me to finally blink.

My husband let out a relieved sigh, grabbing two little fidgit toys, handing one to the boy in front of him, and keeping one for himself to play with.

Bakugou hesitantly took it, and it seemed to help. Before he could get too distracted, Zashi motioned that we were stepping out for a bit. He was really good at talking without talking.

I followed my husband out, and he gently shut the door, leaving the boy with a figit toy, headphones, and the light off.

"What the hell was that?!"

I whisper yelled at my husband as soon as the door closed.

"I don't one hundred percent know... but I think for the most part, he was just overstimulated."

"He's never done that before! At least not in front of me!"

"Sho!"

I stopped talking.

"That's not helpful. We will wait till he calms down, and then talk to him about it."

God I love my husband. He is way better at emotional stuff than me. If he weren't here, Bakugou would still be having a meltdown right now.

"You're right."

I sighed.

"Of course I am."

He said smugly.

We headed out to the living room, finding our kids on the couch.

"Is Kacchan okay?!"

Eri Immediately asked, hopping off her brothers lap, and running over to hug my legs.

"Yeah, he's okay."

I reassured her.

"What even happened?"

My son asked.

"He got overstimulated, and had a bit of a meltdown."

Zashi answered.

"Yeah, I got that. Why didn't he tell us to be quiet before it got that bad?"

"I... I don't know... we're all kinda knew to this. It's gonna take a bit to get used to."

After we finally convinced the kids that Bakugou wasn't dying, we were all able to sit and relax for a bit. When an hour passed, Zashi and I decided that Bakugou had probably had enough cool down time, and headed back to our bedroom.

When we opened the door, we found Bakugou passed out on our bed.

"Get the camera."

"Really?"

I looked at my husband with slight judgment. I agree that it's cute, but we really didn't need to take pictures of every little thing the kids do.

"Yes really! Now go get the god damned camera!"

My husband whisper yelled at me.

I quickly grabbed it, handing it to my husband.

He snapped a few pictures before handing it back to me.

"You seem creepy as hell."

I commented jokingly.

"Yeah, yeah. But if it weren't for me, we'd have no pictures in this house."

We decided to let him sleep for a few minutes, before waking him up. His meltdown seemed to have completely tired him out.

When we did finally wake him up, he was a bit grouchy. Choosing to flip off Hizashi, who had gently shook him awake.

Bakugou slid off the headphones he had fallen asleep in, and looked at my husband expectantly.

"How you doing kid?"

"What?"

My husband looked concerned.

"How are you doing?"

"Huh? Speak louder."

"Sho he can't hear me!"

My husband looked panicked.

"What if he permanently damaged his hearing?!"

His voice got louder with each word.

"Well I heard that."

Bakugou grumbled.

"I didn't mean that loud..."

"Oh thank God!"

Zashi looked pretty close to hugging the kid out of relief. Though he chose against it.

"How are you doing?!"

Zashi asked again. Now loud enough to be heard by the boy.

"Fine."

"That's good! Are you in any pain?!"

He shrugged, but when he saw my husband's worried face, he sighed, before giving an actual answer.

"I burned myself a little, so that stings... but nothing to bad. My ears are ringing, but that'll go away at some point. This isn't the first time I've done this..."

He seemed a little embarrassed at that.

"You've done this before?! Does your hearing normally come back?!"

"I mean... my hearings always shit- crap."

He corrected, looking at me, before turning back to my husband.

"But, yeah it'll get better soon. It never stays completely gone."

"Oh thank God!"

"What do you mean, your hearings always bad?!"

I asked, raising my voice, so he could hear.

"My quirk messes with my hearing. It's been getting worse over the past few years."

I looked at Hizashi, and he seemed concerned.

"Do you think we could get headphones added to his hero costume?"

He asked me.

"Yeah, definitely. Well... so long as he agrees to it."

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at us.

"What are you talking about?"

"Headphones! For your hero costume! So you don't go completely deaf!"

"I don't want them."

"Bakugou-"

He cut me off.

"I don't want them! That's literally just admitting a weakness! Hero work is the worst place to do that!"

"Bakugou-"

"No!"

He was fidgeting like crazy. He was picking at his nails, and his whole body was shaking. He was getting overstimulated again, but this time we knew what that looked like.

"How about this! You go back to sleep for now! You seem really tired! We will talk about this later! When you feel better... when you can handle the rest of us, you come back out, and we'll order takeout!"

My husband said. It wasn't a suggestion, and it was clear that Bakugou understood that.

"Fine..."

"Good!"

He pulled the covers back, gesturing for Bakugou to lie down.

"Shouldn't I go to Eri's room?"

"It's really colorful in there! I thought you would prefer it in here!"

Bakugou nodded, climbing into bed.

Zashi tucked the boy in, earning an exaggerate eye roll.

He ruffled the boys hair.

"Have a nice nap."

It was quieter than how he had been talking, but by the nod given, it seemed the boy heard him.

We left the room, closing the door behind us.

"I wanted to hug him so bad."

"I know."

I chuckled.

"But it would have made things worse..."

"Which is why it's a good thing that you paid attention, and didn't do that. You did good Zashi."

He gave a tired smile.

"I just hope the kids alright."

Notes:

3000 words!

It's honestly shit writing, and I wanted to get more chapters out over the weekends, but I got a nasty  sinus infection, and feel like death.

I just hope it gets better soon, because I really can't afford to like, ever miss school, because I need the teachers to explain things to me.

Everything hurts...

Anyway, hopefully the chapters will be better when I'm not feeling like I'm in a living hell.

Sorry, I'm just a little bitch baby when I'm sick.

Thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 39: Jealousy

Summary:

Shinsou gets jealous of the attention Bakugou's getting.

Notes:

TW: calorie counting kinda... not really but I still feel like it should be mentioned!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Shinsou's POV:

I was sitting on the couch with Eri, when the blonde dick head made his way out to the living room. That was probably a bit harsh, but he freaked Eri the fuck out with his little episode.

"Bakugou! Are you feeling any better?! Has your hearing gotten better?!"

Hizashi questioned.

Hearing? What happened to his hearing?

"I dunno. You're yelling."

"Oh, sorry. I'll talk quieter. Can you still hear me?"

"Yeah. It's still crappy, but so long as a lot of people aren't talking at once, it should be fine."

"That's good."

Hizashi smiled at him.

Bakugou honestly pissed me off. Eri was shaking earlier. All because he couldn't just tell us we were being to loud. I don't know why the adults are so calm about it.

It was then that Aizawa walked into the living room, from the kitchen.

"Ah, Bakugou. We can order now."

And that's another thing! They insisted that we wait for him before we ordered food!

They might as well adopt him at this point, because they already treat him like one of their kids.

"Okay."

He shrugged, like he hadn't thrown a huge tantrum earlier.

He sat in the spot that had become his, and gave one word answers to anything said by Hizashi.

He even claimed a spot on the couch! Nobody else gets to do that!

"Toshi buddy... are you okay? You look upset."

Hizashi asked, apparently no longer having a conversation with their new favorite child.

"I'm fine."

I said in a tone, indicating the complete opposite.

He gave me a concerned look, while Shota looked up from the takeout menu's he grabbed from the kitchen, eyebrow raised in my direction.

Even Bakugou gave me a look of concern, which pissed me off even more.

Why is he acting like he cares?! He's a spoiled brat, who throws tantrums when he doesn't get his way! Why is he pretending to care about anyone but himself?!

I glared daggers at him, and his look of concern quickly shifted to a matching glare.

"Boys."

Shota's tone was a warning.

"Did something happen?"

He looked between the two of us.

Eri immediately looked sad, because for some reason, she actually likes him, and doesn't like us fighting. He even stole my sister.

"No."

I said, with way too much attitude for the warning tone I had already earned.

He definitely didn't look like he believed me, but he chose to ignore it, tossing a menu at me.

I looked over at the blonde bitch, to see him grimacing at his own menu.

"What? Takeout not good enough for you?"

"Hitoshi!"

Hizashi scolded.

Bakugou looked up from the menu with a glare.

"Sorry I don't like this many calories in one bowl of almost pure sodium."

He said sarcastically, pointing at the calories in a ramen bowl.

"So yes, it's not good enough for you."

I said dryly.

He looked about ready to hit me, when Shota got involved.

"Alright, that's enough! What's going on?!"

I ignored him, glaring at Bakugou, as he glared back.

"Alright fine. Hitoshi, move over."

I  was confused, but obeyed.

He immediately sat himself down in between us, making it very difficult to glare at one another.

"Order your food."

His voice was firm, and left no room for argument.

Both Bakugou and I, went back to looking at our own menus. Neither of us particularly interested getting on the hero's bad side.

"Can I get this?"

Bakugou asked after a few minutes, pointing at the spicy curry.

His voice didn't have the sass it always did when talking to me. He spoke quietly, with a tone that I had when I first started living here, and had to asked for something... like he was almost nervous...

"Yeah, that's fine."

Shota smiled at him reassuringly.

And the anger was back. Bakugou wasn't his kid, and yet he was getting all the gentle patent care. It's not like I wasn't getting it at all... but it still made something angry, bubble in the pit of my stomach. Bakugou was getting more attention than I was, and I know that makes me sound like a child, but I was still upset about it.

When Eri became part of the family, she got a lot of attention too... but that made sense, because she's six. She's a baby. But Bakugou's older than me, and not even their kid.

"They told you, you could order something off the menu. The curry's on the menu. Why wouldn't you be able to get it?"

I said, in a condescending tone.

That wasn't fair, and I knew it. When you're somewhere new, and you don't know the rules, or expectations... you feel the need to ask for permission, or confirmation on everything... I did it... he's gonna do it.

But I couldn't get rid of this nagging resentment screaming at me.

"I don't know, maybe because it's one of the more expensive things on the menu, and I don't know if your dads wanna pay for it."

He shot back.

The meak, uncertain voice was gone... replaced by the fire he was known for.

"Boys. I don't know what's going on with you two, but you either need to talk it out, or stop starting petty arguments."

Shota said, seeming to be getting more irritated with each interaction.

"He started the arguments!"

Bakugou said, pointing at me.

"And he threw a temper tantrum earlier."

"That wasn't a temper tantrum, you dumb fuck!"

"Hey!"

We both flinched at Shota's tone.

"You're both done. No talking until the food gets here. After we eat, we're gonna have a sit down about what's going on. No swearing. No insults. I really don't want to have to ground you both more. Don't test me."

His voice was a warning. One even clearer than before.

"Now..."

He turned to me.

"What do you want to order?"

I pointed at the ramen I always got.

He nodded, dialing the number of the restaurant, and placing our order.

Hizashi looked between us, concern clear on his face. Eri shared the look, cuddling into his lap.

Once the phone call was done, we all sat in awkward silence. Bakugou and I weren't allowed to speak, and the adults didn't seem to know what to say.

Eri was the one to break the silence.

"I don't like this."

Her face was screwed up in a  frown.

"Don't like what baby?"

Hizashi asked.

"I don't like them fighting, I don't like them being in trouble, and I don't like that nobody will talk to each other."

She looked like she was about to cry... and it was my fault... sure Bakugou had scared her, but he couldn't help the fact that he was overstimulated. I was a terrible brother.

"Don't worry, we're gonna talk to each other, and work this out."

Hizashi said, shooting us both a glare, when the little girl wasn't looking.

Once the food arrived, most of the tension had bled off. We all sat at the table, digging into the delicious smelling takeout.

"How is everyone liking the food?"

Hizashi asked.

I gave a smile as my response. I looked over at Bakugou. He gave a thumbs up. He looked... happy. It was weird.

"You can talk again."

Shota told us.

I went to speak, before he cut me off, holding up a finger.

"But I am completely willing to revoke that if you don't behave... got it?"

"Got it."

Both of us responded.

"Good."

We were able to have a fairly civil conversation. Especially since the adults were right there, glaring whenever something was at all disrespectful.

After we finished eating the food, and the ice cream that was promised, Eri was sent to play in her room, and we were told to sit on the couch.

Oh yeah... we still had that talk.

"So..."

Shota started.

"What's going on?"

"The hell if I know."

Bakugou grumbled.

"Language."

Shota scolded.

"Hitoshi."

He turned to me, and I immediately tensed.

"What's going on?"

I shrugged, refusing to look at either the men standing in front of me.

"No. We're not doing this. Somethings going on, and you don't get to pretend that it's not. You've been picking fights with Bakugou, and don't even try to deny it. Bakugou's not innocent either, but you definitely started it."

I wasn't getting out of this, was I?

"So... what's up kid?"

Hizashi asked, tone gentler than his husband.

I felt my face flush, as I thought about the reason I was so upset.

I was just being jealous... and the Eri thing... I could run with that.

"He scared Eri with his little freak out."

"So you were picking fights because he scared your little sister with his meltdown?"

Hizashi repeated, making the wording slightly less offensive.

"I don't have meltdowns."

Bakugou grumbled, and I couldn't help but snort.

Hizashi gave an amused smile, and turned back to me.

"You realize the meltdown wasn't his fault right?"

"So what? It was ours?"

I asked, in an accusatory tone.

"No. It wasn't anyone's fault. As I said, we're all new to this. We need to work on volume control, and Bakugou needs to work on communicating his needs."

"What's the other reason?"

Shota asked.

"Other reason?"

I questioned.

"It's not just the meltdown."

"Not a meltdown."

Bakugou grumbled.

The hero, tried and failed to hold back a laugh.

"Anyway..."

He took a moment to ground himself.

"There's more to this than the meltdown, or freak out, or whatever you wanna call it. You've been building up to this for the past few days, and I promise you... I noticed. What else is going on?"

How was he so perceptive?!

I looked at the ground, refusing to answer the question.

"Kid... we need to figure this out."

"It's stupid..."

"That's okay. What's going on?"

I looked over at Bakugou. He looked confused, and like he was genuinely trying to figure out why I was upset.

I didn't want to admit that I was jealous... especially not in front of the person I was jealous of.

"Does he have to be here?"

I mumbled.

"I suppose not. Bakugou, can you go sit in my room for a minute?"

"How am I supposed to stop pissing him off, if I don't get to know why he's pissed?"

"We'll figure that out later. For now..."

He gestured for Bakugou to get up.

Bakugou groaned, but stood, walking towards the bedroom.

Once we were alone, Shota turned to me.

"What's going on?"

He asked again.

"I... it's nothing."

He gave me a very unimpressed look.

"Come on kid... work with me here."

It was the same thing they said to Bakugou during his meltdown, and it made all the feelings bubble up and over.

"You treat him like he's your kid!"

I snapped.

Shota's eyebrows drew together in concern.

"Toshi-"

"Why don't you just adopt him if you like him so much?!  He's already your favorite!"

He sighed.

"Why do you think he's our favorite?"

He chose to talk about this logically, instead of just telling me I was wrong. It was somewhat refreshing.

"Because you're super patient with him! You treat him like your kid, even though he's not! You gave him his own spot on the couch! You give him a lot of attention! Do I really need to keep going?!"

I said it loud enough, that if Bakugou weren't having hearing issues, he would have definitely heard it.

"Alright... we're patient with all of you, we treat him like the other kids in this house, because he's a kid, in this house, and we put a blanket there because he doesn't like how the couch feels. If you want to sit there, just move the blanket to a different spot."

Logically it all makes sense, but I still wasn't satisfied.

"You've been spending so much time with him, that you haven't even noticed how much I've been staying in my room recently! I used to hang out with you guys, but you haven't noticed me avoiding you since Bakugou showed up!"

Shota gave me an understanding smile, that didn't often take residence on his face.

"I noticed. I should have talked to you about it, and it's on me that I didn't... but I promise I noticed. We've actually been pretty concerned about it. I decided to give you space, because there was a new person in the house, and I knew that would be an adjustment. I thought you needed your space, and I'm sorry I didn't ask you about it."

He was so sincere with the apology, that I had trouble remembering why I was mad in the first place.

I felt a tear slip down my face.

"Oh my baby."

Hizashi immediately sat next to me, wrapping me in a hug. Shota sat on the other side, placing a hand on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb up and down for comfort.

After a few minutes, we all got situated comfortably. Me laying my head on Hizashi's chest, almost sitting on his lap.

"I got bored. Can I stop sitting in there?"

I looked up to see Bakugou standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry. We forgot to tell you. No, you don't have to sit in there anymore."

Hizashi laughed.

Bakugou glared.

"How dare you?"

I snorted.

"Why was he pissed at me?"

He pointed at me, while looking at Shota.

"He wasn't mad at you. He was mad at me."

The hero answered gently.

"Then why was that my problem?!"

He asked, in an annoyed huff.

"Pft, sorry about that."

I said, from my spot on the couch.

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell that he was trying to hide his smile.

"You're still annoying though."

I said, with a smirk.

He mirrored my facial expression.

"And you're still a little prick."

Notes:

Ayo, shinsou's POV.

How did I do?

I felt like he was bound to get jealous at some point.

Thoughts and feelings?

Chapter 40: Phone Call

Summary:

Katsuki finally talks to his dad.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

It was the fifth day at Aizawa and Yamada's, when I got a call from my dad.

"Bakugou."

Aizawa opened the door to Eri's room, where I was just finishing the braid in the young girls hair.

"Yeah?"

I looked up to see him holding out my phone.

"Your dad's on the phone. He wants to talk to you."

I stood up, taking the phone in hand.

"Can I?..."

I gestured to take the phone call somewhere more private.

"Go for it."

I headed to the luckily empty kitchen, before putting the phone to my ear.

Hello?

"Katsuki, your mother just told me you called a couple days ago! Is everything alright?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wanted to talk I guess."

I could hear a sigh of relief from the other side, before my dad continued.

"That's good. Aizawa told me you were staying with him, when he answered the phone. Did something happen with All Might? He never said anything to me."

I hesitated. I wanted to tell him about everything that happened... but then what if he told the hag? She would be so pissed about me causing trouble... that's probably part of the reason All Might never told them what happened.

I decided to be honest. They'd find out eventually anyway, and I'd like them to hear my side of the story first.

"We weren't... getting along..."

I wasn't sure how to start this... and that seemed as good as anything.

"Why not?"

He asked in concern.

"I'm a little shit. You know that."

"You can be... difficult... but you really look up to him. What happened?"

"I... he..."

I took a shuddering breath.

"He was ignoring me, so I went for a walk without telling him... and I didn't think he'd notice I was gone, but he did, and then I ignored his calls because I was mad at him."

I gasped, breathing for the first time since I started talking.

"Then when I came back, he grounded me. I'm not mad about that. It's understandable... but I was still mad about him ignoring me, so I was being a little shit, and then he said he wished I was more like Deku, and that pissed me off, so I smashed his favorite mug, which pissed him off, and then he called Mr Aizawa, and Aizawa, took me with him."

I took another breath.

He was silent for a moment.

"Oh sweety... I wish I was there. He shouldn't have compared you to Izuku. I'm so sorry he did that... Yeah, you were definitely being difficult, and him grounding you was to be expected for that behavior... but he shouldn't have compared you boys. I think you two should really talk things out at some point. He should apologize for ignoring you, and saying those things, and you should apologize for being difficult."

It was so incredibly reasonable, it reminded me of Aizawa.

"Yeah... you're right..."

"Katsuki... I love you so much. And I know how you are... don't beat yourself up about this..."

"I wasn't gonna..."

I grumbled.

He laughed.

"Okay buddy... whatever you say. How has it been at Aizawa's?"

"Fine I guess... me and mind fuck got into a fight on the first day, and we both got grounded for that. I probably could have refrained from punching him if I really tried."

"Katsuki! You hit him?!"

It was more out of shock, than actually scolding.

"Hey, he used his quirk on me. Hitting him was fair game."

My dad signed

"Becides you punching someone... how have you been doing?"

"Good I think. Mind fuck can be a dick, but we get along sometimes. He ropes me into breaking the rules with him though. Eri's sweet, except for the fact that when she's talking to me she acts.... kinda like I did when I was six. It's weird to see. Yamada's nice, but he smiles a lot. Like a lot. I'm not even sure how someone can be that happy all the time. Aizawa's like he always is, except more open with stuff. I like that he doesn't bull shit me. He tells it, like it is."

"It sounds like you're adjusting pretty well. I'm glad. I think Aizawa's a good person for you to be around, and look up to. I like that the adults are nice. It sounds like the other kids make it a bit chaotic though."

"Yeah, but it's alright. I..."

I hesitated, not sure if my pride could take the words I wanted to say.

"I miss you."

I finally caved.

"I miss you too buddy..."

We finished the call, neither of us wanting to hang up, but neither of us having anything else to say.

When I turned around, I saw mind fuck standing in the doorway.

"Who was that?"

He asked, still having no fucking clue how to stay out of my business.

"By dad. Not that that's any of your business."

"Ah, I thought it was weird that you said you missed someone."

"Oh fuck off."

"Sure. Hizashi said to tell you that it's time to get ready for bed."

"Why are you the one telling me this?"

"Because I told him I was gonna go harass you, and it saved time."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that?"

He smirked.

"I try."

Notes:

Tis pretty short, but oh well.

Don't worry guys, we're almost to Izuku.

My hyperfixation has changed again, so it'll probably be a bit longer between updates because yeah... ninja turtles....

Chapter 41: Aizawa's Intimidating

Summary:

They finally go to All Might's house.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

The sixth day was slow. Almost nothing happened. I played with Eri, threw a few jabs at mind fuck, and then went to bed.

Yamada gently shook me awake on the seventh day, telling me that we were going to All Might's house.

Mind fuck was significantly slower than Eri and me. He was definitely not a morning person. Yet another thing he had in common with the nerd.

We all sat around the table. Aizawa served the food he made, as Yamada texted All Might, telling him that we were coming.

"So why are we going so early?"

Mind fuck asked groggily.

"Because your dad has to go to his radio show later, and we have to have enough time to yell at All Might."

Aizawa said bluntly.

I couldn't help but choke on my glass of water, at his absolutely lack of chill.

"Oh!"

Yamada yelped in surprise, at my sudden coughing.

"You good?"

Mind fuck asked, poking me, like I was some sort of weird animal.

"Im-cough-fine"

When I finally stopped coughing, we continued our conversations, everybody just saying whatever they felt like. It felt relaxed, and natural. It was... nice...

Eventually we finished breakfast, and went to get ready to go.

We got dressed, brushed our teeth, brushed our hair, and piled into the car.

I was crammed into the back, with Eri, and mind fuck. Luckily, Eri wanted to sit next to both of us, so she was the one in the middle.

"Why don't we take the train?"

That's the form of transportation that most people used, and I really didn't like being stuck in a tiny car.

Aizawa turned around in the passenger seat, giving me a serious look.

"Because last time we tried to take kids on a train, Hitoshi got mad at us, and intentionally got himself separated from us, so we couldn't find him... and Eri was really hungry, but we had to find her brother, so she was crying. Never again."

My eyes widened, as I looked over at mind fuck.

He gave a guilty look, and a nervous laugh.

"How are you not dead? My mom would've killed me if I did that shi- crap."

"I'm really gonna need you to clarify whether or not that's an exaggeration."

Aizawa said, tone serious.

"She wouldn't kill me."

I said, glaring at him. The insinuation that my mom would actually go that far, pissing me off.

"Just making sure."

"You guys make her seem worse than she is."

"I just going based on the limited information that I have. I'm your teacher. I'm literally trained for this stuff."

The man said, turning back around in his seat.

I looked out the window, watching the world go by.

"You know she's not a monster... right?"

I asked after a while.

"What do you mean?"

Yamada asked gently.

"She's felt bad about it a few times... Like one time I was cussed her out, and she slapped me... but she had just been doing a photo shoot, so she was wearing a lot of rings, and she accidentally cut me. She felt really bad about that. She hadn't meant to make me bleed... it just happened. She actually took me out to eat after that. That was her way of apologizing. She doesn't like me eating sugary foods, or a lot of carbs. So she never takes me out to eat. So the fact that she did, means she genuinely felt bad about it. That's what my dad said."

I curled in on myself, unsure of why I was telling them this. It's not like it was any of their business.

I looked up to see the adults making certain faces at each other, like they were having some sort of weird conversation with their faces. Eventually Yamada nodded his head in my direction, with an honestly pissed of looking face. I didn't even know he could do that.

Aizawa looked almost apologetic, turning back to me.

"I'm sorry if it felt like we were attacking your mother. We can be concerned, without being rude. That was inappropriate of me. I'll try to be more considerate in the future. I'm worried about your well-being, but I shouldn't make so many assumptions. I'll try to get more information, before judging your situation."

He... apologized? Why would he- what? He's an adult... he can do whatever he wants... why would he apologize for something like hurting my feelings?

I wasn't trying to make him feel bad, I just didn't like him assuming stuff about my mother. Sure she can be a bit... rough... but that's just how she is... it like she says, her parents were a lot harder on her. I have it easy in comparison.

I felt kinda bad about making him feel bad...

God damn these emotions! Their stupid, and shouldn't exist. And being with these people is making it worse. Before I could almost turn them off... convert everything to anger... but now, being surrounded by these people... it's like I'm being forced to feel everything.

"It's fine... I just... don't like people acting like she's a monster... especially when I act just like her..."

"Oh sweety. No..."

Yamada's voice sounded almost broken.

"She's not a monster, and neither are you. We're so sorry we made you feel that way."

More apologies.... this was so weird. They were so weird.
Even when my mom felt bad, she didn't actually say she was sorry. She just kinda insinuated it.

"S-fine..."

I mumbled, smushing myself deeper into the seat.

"No its not. We attacked your mothers character in front of you, and didn't even think about how you would correlate it to yourself."

I didn't respond. How was I supposed to respond? They wouldn't except, it's okay.

We soon pulled into the driveway, and loaded out of the car.

Yamada nocked on the door.

All Might opened it, with a tired smile.

"Come in. Make yourselves at home."

His eyes met mine, and he gave a pained look.

"Would anyone like something to drink?"

"I think we should get straight to business."

Aizawa said, with his no shit attitude.

All Might looked... nervous? Like he was actually intimated by the man in front of him.

It was a weird thought.

"Would you kids like a snack? Bakugou can show you where to find them."

"Sure."

Mind fuck said.

We had literally just eaten, right before we came. So it was likely more to get out of the awkward tension than out of actual hunger.

I lead them to the kitchen, and pointed to the drawer that held the snacks.

"What did All Might do?!"

Mind fuck whisper yelled at me.

"They're so pissed."

He looked genuinely shocked.

"I dunno... stuff."

I answered unhelpfully, peaking my head around the corner, to see what the adults were doing.

Aizawa looked up, immediately noticing me.

Damn his scary perception.

"Bakugou. You're welcome join us."

The other two adults looked over, now noticing me.

Well shit. I didn't really want to actually be there... but it would be weird if I didn't, now that I've been caught.

Aizawa watched me slink into the living room. Yamada gestured for me to sit next to him. By the looks of it, they'd planned for me to be involved from the beginning.  So it's not like I could've avoided it.

I sat next to Yamada, and he wrapped a single arm around me. It immediately made me nervous. He wouldn't touch me for no reason... meaning he was expecting that I would need it...

Aizawa coughed, giving All Might a look, nodding his head towards me.

"Right..."

All Might gave a strained smile.

"I'm sorry I got so angry with you, and I shouldn't have compared you to Midoriya."

What's with all these apologies?!

The confusion must have shown on my face, because Aizawa decided to explain a few things.

"You two had a week away from each other. You left on bad terms. Don't you think it's about time to talk it out?"

"No."

I glared at him, crossing my arms.

He seemed at least somewhat amused, so at least I wouldn't get in trouble for my attitude.

"How about this... you were jealous because All Might wasn't paying attention to you, but he was paying attention to Midoriya. How did you want him to fix it?"

"I wasn't jealous."

I argued.

Aizawa sighed.

"Bakugou... I understand that it was difficult to talk it out in the moment... but we've given you the chance to cool off... you need to work with us. Please don't be difficult."

It was then that I remembered what my dad said.

"He should apologize for ignoring you, and saying those things, and you should apologize for being difficult."

"I... I'm sorry for being difficult..."

I made sure to look at All Might when I said it.

"I shouldn't have refused to explain why I was upset, I shouldn't have left without telling you, and I should have answered the phone when you called."

Yamada looked genuinely impressed.

"That was really mature."

Aizawa said, with a proud smile.

All Might gave me a watery smile.

"Thank you... I really appreciate the apology..."

After a few seconds, Yamada spoke.

"How do you want to fix it?"

I gave him a confused look.

"He wasn't paying attention to you. How do you want to spend time with him?"

My face went red at just how childish that sounded.

"I dunno..."

I mumbled.

"I just wanted to be included..."

Yamada looked at All Might, waiting for his peice.

"I should have included you in the first place."

It was then that I remembered something else.

"Oh, wait."

I started digging through my pockets, looking for my wallet.

"My dad gave me some money before he left. Incase I wanted to buy anything."

I held out a handful of cash.

"For the mug."

"You don't need to pay for it."

All Might immediately said, turning down the money.

"But I broke it..."

"Yes, and that wasn't great... but it's not your responsibility to pay for my things."

"But it is... because I broke it..."

"I'm not gonna take your money."

"Fine. Then I'll give it to Deku, to buy you a new one."

I said stubbornly.

Aizawa actually laughed at that.

"That's one way to do it."

He said, through the laugh.

All Might was defeated by my incredible power of will. So I was pleased with myself.

"Now... onto the less fun stuff."

Aizawa said, tone turning serious, gaze moving to All Might.

"Why wasn't I informed about Midoriya only getting his quirk right before highschool?"

All Might looked like he'd just seen a ghost. The absolute shock, and horror, was something that I'll never forget.

"How did you?..."

"You didn't even have to tell me the quirk came from you. A simple, oh he's a late bloomer, would have worked. And I would have been able to approach teaching him, in a much safer, and more effective way. As his teacher, that was important information for me to have."

All Might gave me a betrayed look, that felt like a stab through the heart.

"You told them? How could yo-"

"No."

Aizawa interrupted him.

"Don't look at him like that. You don't get to be mad at the child for telling me why he was upset. That's exactly what we want him to do. He shouldn't have to deal with all the stress around it. If he's upset about something, he should be able to tell an adult."

"I... suppose you're right."

That was just the beginning. It was almost scary how good Aizawa was at scolding, that he could make the ex number one hero, look like a guilty child.

At the same time, it was kinda stressful. The serious tone of voice, and the raise in volume at anything that particularly upset Aizawa, caused my adrenaline to spike.

Yamada noticed, and put a stop to it.

"Honey."

He said, getting his husband's attention.

Aizawa looked at him, and Yamada motioned towards me.

Aizawa immediately understood.

"How about you go hang out with the other kids. Maybe see what Midoriya's been up to."

"Where is Deku?"

I asked, looking at All Might.

"He's... in his room... but I'll warn you, he's been in a pretty bad mood the past few days."

I shrugged, making my way over to the door. I turned the handle, and opened it.

Notes:

CLIFFHANGER!!!

I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.

What do you think of the story so far?

I like comments.

Chapter 42: Attempt Part 2

Summary:

Bakugou's experience with Midoriya's attempt.

Notes:

TW: Suicide attempt, self harm, blood, dissociation, panic attack, meltdown!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

I shrugged, making my way over to the door. I turned the handle, and opened it.

The first thing I saw, was Deku... sitting on his bed.... holding a razor... thighs covered in blood.

Oh shit. He's doing it again.

I slowly closed the door behind myself, and just stood there for a moment.

"...That's... that's a lot of blood Deku..."

I couldn't keep my voice from shaking.

I slowly walked over to the bed, sitting down next to him, just far enough away to not get any blood on me.

His hands were shaking, and he refused to look at me... not that I would know what to do if he did.

"I.... I thought you stopped doing..."

I gestured to the bloody mess, his thighs were in.

"This..."

Tears rolled down his face, and I felt panic serge through my body.

Did I say something wrong? I needed to be careful.

"Deku... that's too much blood... you need to stop now..."

"No. I'm not done."

"Deku listen. You've lost a lot of blood. We should probably get an adult-"

"No!"

"If you stop, and let me help you stop the bleeding... I won't tell anyone."

It felt wrong. I needed to tell someone... but if I wanted him to cooperate, I had to give a little.

I didn't know what I was doing. I was terrible with normal emotions... much less something this extreme. As far as I knew, he hadn't done this since middle school.

"I'm not done..."

"Deku, no. You need to stop now."

"I'm not done."

"Done with what?! Practically shredding yourself?!"

"Just go away... please Kacchan... just go..."

His voice sounded broken.

"I'm not doing that. You need help. So either except it from me... or you can get it from one of the adults."

"I'm not done."

There was something dark in his voice, that sent a chill up my spine.

"Deku. Give me the razor."

I held out my hand.

"No."

"Deku-"

"No."

"Why not?!"

I was getting desperate. I was terrified. I don't remember ever feeling this scared before.

"Because I'm not done."

His voice was serious.

"Done with what? What's your end game here? Let me help you."

"No."

"Deku please."

I was basically begging at this point, and I could feel tears building up in my eyes, ready to start pouring.

"I'm not done."

"With what?!"

"Kacchan I can't... I can't keep doing this... I'm tired... I'm angry... I just can't... just let me do this."

"Deku, look at yourself... whatever you're upset about... don't you think you've done enough? Let's get this cleaned up and... I don't know... we can do something to take your mind off of it..."

"No. I'm not done..."

"You keep saying that! What aren't you done with?! Why won't you let me help you?!"

"I'm trying to kill myself Kacchan!"

My whole body went cold... I know that's he's been suicidal before... hell, so have I... but I never thought I'd walk in on him actually trying to do it...

"Deku, we need to get someone... we need help..."

"No, I'm not done."

He said, through a broken sob.

"Deku, I'm not just gonna sit hear, and watch you kill yourself."

I tried to keep my voice from shaking... I tried to mirror Aizawa's unbreakable tone... but I couldn't stop the tears that were falling down my face.

"Then leave..."

He said it like it was just that simple... like I would be completely fine with it, so long as I didn't have to witness it personally.

"You're not killing yourself. I'm not gonna let that happen."

"You don't get a say. Either leave, or sit quietly, cause I'm finishing this."

He gripped the razor tighter, and based on the conviction on his face... this wasn't going to end well.

"No. Deku, give me the razor!"

I went to grab it, but he shoved me away from him.

I tried again, but he kicked me away.

"Deku give me the razor!"

My voice was a desperate sob.

It was then that he cut himself. Probably out of desperation. He was trying to kill himself, before I could stop him.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Watching the way the blade sliced through hid flesh, was nauseating.

He looked like a desperate, feral, husk of a human being.

I felt the taste of bile in my mouth... and I ran.

I threw the door open, and ran towards the kitchen, where everyone had congregated.

"Deku's trying to kill himself!"

I felt like I was choking on my own saliva. My throat felt like it was closing in on itself.

I was sobbing.

The adults immediately stood up, all practicly sprinting to the bedroom. I followed close behind.

The door was closed... I had left it open...

Aizawa tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Midoriya, open this door right now!!!"

I could hear the fear in his voice.

He whipped his head towards All Might.

"Do you have a key?!"

All Might looked in shock, but he quickly got himself together, running towards his bedroom, looking for the key.

"Midoriya, please let us in!"

Yamada's voice cracked, as he desperately tried to open the door, in hopes that it would be unlocked.

Mind fuc- Shinsou stood in the kitchen doorway, looking shocked. Luckily he seemed to be doing his best to keep Eri in the other room.

"I can't find it!"

All Might said, in a panicked voice, when he returned.

"Fuck it. Midoriya! I'm coming in!"

He took a step back, and quiet literally, kicked the door open, breaking the lock in the process. He immediately went inside, as I watched from the doorway.

Deku looked up, looking absolutely stunned.

Yamada rushed to his side, gently taking the razor away from him.

All Might stood next to me in the doorway, face contorted with horror.

"I'm so stupid... I should have... I should have known... it was so obvious..."

"The hell do you mean, it was obvious?"

I asked, turning to him.

"He... I found blood... a lot of it... he said it was a nosebleed... and I believed him..."

I wanted to scream at the man. Yell every profanity that I knew, at him... but now wasn't the time. Deku was hurt. Both physically, and emotionally. We had to make sure he was alright.

"No No No No No No No!!!"

Deku was crying, kicking, and fighting.

"Midoriya. We're trying to help you."

Aizawa spoke calmly, but you could hear the shake in his voice, as he tried to keep himself calm.

"I don't want help! Give it back!"

Deku choked out through sobs, trying to grab the razor Yamada had taken from him.

"Sweetheart. I'm not giving it back. I care about you... so that's never gonna happen."

Deku choked out more sobs, tears and snot, running down his face. His entire body was shaking, and he looked like he was shutting down.

Aizawa looked towards the door, seeming to just notice I was there.

"Bakugou. We've got this covered. How about you go to the kitchen, and sit with the other kids."

I couldn't get the words around the lump in my throat, but I shook my head. I wasn't going to just abandon him.

"Bakugou-"

"No."

I managed to get out. The tears were still flowing down my face.

"Okay... but can you do me a favor?"

I nodded.

"Can you grab me a first aid kit, and I clean damp rag?"

I rushed to go do that. Deep down I knew, he had probably just asked me to do it, so that I could have a quick break. But I needed to help in some way, so I didn't complain.

I moved as quickly as I could, grabbing what was requested, and made my way back.

When I got back, Deku was sobbing even harder, and was curled up in Yamada's lap, as the mad stroked his hair. I handed Aizawa the stuff, and then just stood there, unsure of what I should do.

"Thank you."

Aizawa immediately went to tending to the self inflicted wounds, on Deku's thighs.

Deku sobbed harder, almost trying to kick the man away, as he cleaned up the excess blood, trying to get an idea of what he was dealing with.

His thighs were littered with cuts. Some so deep, you could see the flesh peaking through.

Aizawa did his best to disinfectant the cuts, while simultaneously getting kicked in the gut. He was surprisingly patient throughout the whole endeavor. Not once getting angry at the panicking boy.

Deku's sobs were starting to cause a heavy weight to settle in the pit of my stomach. It was genuinely painful to whiteness... the kid I've known my whole life, sobbing on his bed, as the adults try to keep him from bleeding out, by his own hands.

Yamada was hugging him. Partially out of comfort, and partially to hold him still. Aizawa was getting kicked left and right, while doing his best to clean, and bandage the cuts, and failing miserably.

"Should I call an ambulance?"

I heard All Might ask from the doorway.

Aizawa, and Yamada looked at each other, once again having a silent conversation.

Aizawa looked down at Deku's thighs, determining the extent of the damage.

"Yeah... call an ambulance..."

"No!"

Deku's breathing was panicked.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart... but we've gotta make sure you're okay."

Yamada said comfortingly, combing his fingers through Deku's curls.

It was then that Deku completely broke. He stopped kicking. He stopped fighting. He just went completely limp. His entire body wracked with sobs.

Aizawa finished wrapping up the cuts, and stood. He made his way to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands.

All Might was still standing in the doorway. He was on the phone, trying to explain the situation.

I was tired... I was so tired... this was so physically, and emotionally exhausting. I collapsed, right as Aizawa walked back in.

Aizawa rushed over, crouching in front of me.

"Bakugou, are you alright?"

He looked me up and down, scanning for injuries.

I nodded, unable to make myself speak. It was like everything shut down. I felt this buzzing numbness. My head felt foggy, like I was on autopilot. It felt like I was thrown to the backseat of my own brain, and I was just witnessing everything through a TV screen.

Aizawa seemed to pick up on this, and moved to help me up, and direct me towards the living room. I followed obediently.

He had me sit on the couch, and grabbed a throw blanket, to wrap around me.

It was then that Shinsou made his way over, while holding a very worried looking Eri.

"Is Midoriya okay?! What happened to Bakugou?!"

"Lower your volume a little. Midoriya... he... he's not doing good right now... but we're going to do our best to fix that. Bakugou's reacting to the stress of everything. He's not talking right now... but that's alright... go ahead and put something on the TV. It'll be a nice distraction."

"Aren't we grounded?"

"Not right now."

Aizawa went back to the bedroom, while Shinsou turned on the TV, choosing a hero cartoon, and sitting on the couch next to me.

Eri cuddled between us, obviously looking like she was about to cry.

"Is Deku gonna be okay?"

She asked, voice cracking.

"Yeah. He's gonna be just fine."

Her brother comforted her.

I felt guilty. I should be helping in some way... if not Deku, than with Eri... but here I was... frozen.... useless...

We heard sirens, as the ambulance pulled up. All Might let them in.

We watched from the couch, as the nurses led Aizawa, and Yamada out of the room, while Yamada held Deku, with his surprising level of strength. He carried him bridal style, as Deku curled in on himself, body shaking.

Aizawa turned to us, before heading outside.

"We're going to ride in the ambulance with Midoriya. You guys are staying hear with All Might. Don't be afraid to tell him if you need something."

Shinsou nodded, Eri hugged Aizawa goodbye, and I sat there frozen...

We watched as they went out the door, leaving us here with our cartoons, and a lot of unresolved issues.

What now?

Notes:

So... how you feeling?

I'm undecided on whether or not I'm gonna write Midoriya's POV in the hospital. It would probably be really interesting, but that would probably be very triggering for me to write.

I read a fic, where someone was in the hospital after an attempt. And I had full blown flashbacks so.... we'll see.

Hospitals are buildings of trauma.

It depends on what I'm feeling that day.

So yeah... hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 43: Hospital

Summary:

Traumatizing shit.

Notes:

I have no self preservation yall. You're getting the hospital.

TW: mentioned suicide attempt, blood, cuts, mentioned self harm, hospital, ambulance, inconsiderate nurses,  Unprofessionalism!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Yamada's POV:

By the time we got into the ambulance, Midoriya's bandages had already soaked through.

He sat, curled in my lap... crying. His fingers gripped to my shirt, so tightly, his nuckles turned white.

The nurses tried to remove the bandages, in order to see what they were working with, but Midoriya kept kicking them away. When they tried to hold his legs down, his sobs turned to desperate screams. He was gasping for air, but struggling because of him choking on his own saliva.

Some of the nurses were getting frustrated, to the point where they were getting less, and less considerate.

"Will you quit it?!"

An older male nurse snapped, after getting kicked in the face for the fifth time.

He was fairly tall and muscular, with short black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He could honestly be seen as intimidating... which could be an issue, with the aggressive tone he had.

"Hey! The kids panicking! You can't expect him to react well!"

I snapped back.

"Well then get him to calm down, because I can't work with him like this!"

"I can try, but he's really freaking out right now."

"Either you calm him down, or I'm giving him a sedative."

The nerve this dude had! The fuck did he want me to do?!

My husband had yet to step in, but I could tell it wouldn't take much to change that.

I looked down at the kid curled up in my lap. He was hurting so much...

"Midoriya, sweetie... you gotta let the nurses take a look."

"No No No!!!"

He sobbed, burying his face in my chest.

I ran my fingers through his hair, in a hopefully calming motion.

"I know you're scared... but we're trying to help you... I'm right here.... you're safe..."

"I don't want it."

He sobbed.

"Want what?"

"I don't want help!"

That hurt... that hurt a lot... it was going to be very difficult to do this in the least traumatizing way possible, if he wasn't cooperating.

"But you need to let us help you anyway..."

He choked out another violent sob, but he stopped kicking.

One of the gentler nurses went ahead with removing the bandages. You could see the visible wince on her face, at the damage.

They started doing their best to disinfect the cuts, and to stop the bleeding.

Midoriya flinched slightly at the sting of the disinfectant, much to the male nurses annoyance.

"If he managed to cut himself this deep, this should be nothing."

He grumbled.

"How about you shut the fuck up!"

My husband finally snapped.

"He's a kid! He's scared! He's emotional! You're an adult! You can handle this shit without all the commentary! And if you can't, you shouldn't have chosen this line of work!"

The nurse was stunned, forgetting what he had been doing for a moment.

He chose not to respond, instead going back to the bleeding thighs of the crying teenager in front of him.

We arrived at the hospital, where they tried to remove the child from my chest. Midoriya started sobbing harder, his kicking starting up again.

"Stop! He's panicking! Don't make it worse!"

They finally conceded, allowing my to carry the boy to the room they designated for him.

The male nurse pulled out a hospital gown.

"He needs to change into this."

Midoriya aggressively shook his head no.

"If you don't change, we're going to have to do it for you."

Another sob retched itself from the boys body.

The nurse took a step forward, like he was about to make his threat true.

"Alright, that's enough."

My husband held his hand up, preventing the nurse from moving farther forward.

"He has to where the gown. It's hospital policy."

"He'll put it on, but you have to give him a minute. So how about you leave, so he has an actual chance of calming down."

"He's not allowed to be unsupervised."

The nurse tried to argue.

"We're right here. He's supervised."

"Fine. I'll send nurse Amamiya in, in a few minutes to check on the progress."

I sighed when he finally left.

"How is he still employed?"

I groaned.

"He won't be if I have anything to say about it."

My husband practicly growled.

I gave Midoriya a minute of silence, to just breathe, before speaking.

"Midoriya... sweetheart... you need to get changed sweetie."

He choked out another sob, and I was genuinely questioning how he had anymore tears to cry.

"I know... but you gotta cooperate with these people."

"They're assholes."

Midoriya managed to get out, which had to be a good sign.

I chuckled slightly.

"I know they are... but the more you cooperate, the sooner they'll let you go home."

He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, smearing his snot across his face.

My husband cringed, pulling out a few tissues, and wiping the boys face and hand.

"Do you think you can get changed now?"

I asked, making sure to keep my voice gentle, and patient.

He nodded shakily, sobbing finally slowing down now that, that bitch of a nurse wasn't harassing him anymore.

He slid off my lap, and my husband and I turned our faces away, to give him some privacy.

There was the sound of rustling fabric, and eventually a whine of frustration.

"What's going on?"

I asked, head still turned away.

"My hands... won't stop shaking... I can't... I can't undo my shorts."

"Do you need help?"

It was awkward for everyone, but it was better than an asshole nurse wrestling him out of his clothes against his will.

"I... yeah..."

I turned around, and helped him undo his shorts buttons.

"There you go. You should be able to do the rest yourself."

He gave an awkward smile, before I turned back around to let him finish what he was doing.

"Can I keep my underwear?"

I heard the boy ask.

"Yeah. That should be fine. And if it's an issue, I can argue about it."

Shota reassured the boy.

"I'm done."

We turned around to see Midoriya, looking so incredibly broken, wearing an oversized hospital gown, and looking ready to start crying.

"I uh... can't tie the back myself..."

I motioned for him to come over. He obeyed, turning around to let me tie the back for him. I did so quickly, in order to preserve the small amount of modesty he had left.

It was just then that we heard a nock at the door, and tears immediately welled in Midoriya's eyes again.

"Is he in the gown?"

We heard a woman's voice ask, from the other side of the door.

"Yeah."

Shota called back.

The nurse, who I assume was
nurse Amamiya, entered the room. She was short, with light green scales running down her entire body, and long brown hair, that went down to about her mid back.

She gave a kind smile, which was honestly so refreshing at this point.

"Do you think you could take a seat on the bed for me?"

She asked gently, giving the bed a little pat.

Midoriya looked at me, his face looking nervous.

"Go ahead."

I gestured to the bed.

He reluctantly climbed up, getting situated as comfortably as he could in this stressful situation.

"I'm gonna lift this up a little bit, okay."

She warned, before sliding the gown, higher up his thighs.

Concern immediately showed on her face, as she pealed back the gauze. Though she quickly smiled, erasing any trace of concern her face held previously.

"Alright... it looks like you're going to need some stitches."

Midoriya immediately tensed.

Nurse Amamiya seemed to pick up on this.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't take too long, and then it'll be over."

She wrote something down on her clipboard, and headed out. Once again leaving us by ourselves.

"I need to call your mom..."

Shota told the boy, after a moment of silence.

"What?! No!"

"Midoriya. You tried to kill yourself... This isn't something I can keep from your mom..."

"But then she'll be worried for the rest of her vacation! It's not like she can come back right now! She's on a boat! She'll freak out! And I'll never be allowed to go anywhere anymore! She'll wanna know what's wrong, and she'll probably blame All Might since he was the adult there, and then I won't be allowed to be around All Might anymore! He's already on thin ice with her!"

He rambled, in a panicked voice.

"Midoriya... I have to call your mom. I'm going to step out, and make the call, so you can have a moment to calm down before you talk to her, and I guarantee that she's going to want to talk to you."

Midoriya gave a long, high pitched whine, flopping backwards on the pillows.

Shota stepped out, leaving the two of us alone.

"This sucks..."

Midoriya groaned.

"I know."

I placed my hand on his arm, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"They're gonna make me stay  in the psych ward aren't they?..."

"I... I don't know... I'd assume so..."

"I don't want to be here..."

"I know... but we gotta make sure you're okay."

He didn't respond. He just stared into space for a while, before Shota came back in, holding the phone towards Midoriya.

Midoriya gave a grimace, before putting the phone to his ear.

"Hi mama..."

He winced. Most likely due to the women's volume.

"Yeah I'm okay... yeah, I'm in the hospital right now... I, it's... I don't... I can't really... explain it. It's a lot... no.... I don't think that's physically possible..."

We could only hear one side of the conversation, so I wasn't really sure what all was going on. After a few minutes, Mrs Midoriya seemed to be done interrogating her sob.

"Bye mama. Love you too."

He held the phone out to Shota.

"She wants to talk to you."

Shota held the phone to his ear.

"Hello again. No, All Might's not here right now. He's currently taking care of the other kids. You should be able to call him though... yes... yeah... no definitely... we've got this covered. Don't worry. Mhm. Yeah. Talk to you again later."

My husband put the phone in his pocket, and looked towards the kid.

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit."

It was strange to see the kid cuss, but I couldn't be too surprised. He'd been through hell today, and a little frustrated cussing, was better than another panic attack.

We heard a nock on the door, and nurse Amamiya peaked her head in the, along with a different nurse, who was about my height, and was sporting short pink hair.

"This is nurse Meishi, they'll be doing your stitches today."

They both fully entered the room, nurse Meishi pushing in a little cart with the stuff they would need for the stitches.

"How are you feeling?"

They asked, as they started prepping the thigh.

"Like crap."

Midoriya answered honestly.

They chuckled slightly.

"I'm not surprised. These are some nasty cuts."

The lack of professionalism, seemed to actually help the boy relax.

They disinfected his thighs for the third time today, wiping up the excess blood in the process.

Midoriya sat quietly as the stitches were done. He looked like he wanted to cry again, but he managed to hold the tears back this time.

Halfway through the stitches, the asshole of a nurse walked in, causing Midoriya to immediately tense.

"Is he behaving himself now?"

Nurse Amamiya shot him a dirty look.

"What he means is... as he calmed down now?"

"He was."

My husband left out the, before you walked in, but the message was clear.

"I'm here to ask a few questions."

He said pulling up a clipboard.

"Can you confirm for me that, that was a suicide attempt?"

Midoriya didn't respond, choosing to stay silent, and I honestly didn't blame him.

The nurse turned to me with annoyance.

"It was a suicide attempt."

I confirmed.

"Okay, moving on... What was the reason for the attempt?"

His bluntness was pissing me off.

Midoriya shrugged in response.

"So what, you just randomly decided to kill yourself for no reason?"

"Alright, that's enough. Get someone else in here to ask these questions."

Shota said, voice commanding.

"It's not like it will be any different. He'll still have to answer the same questions."

"I don't care. Get out."

He finally left, handing the  clipboard to nurse Amamiya.

"I'm sorry about him... he's... very forward."

"He's going to be unemployed if I have anything to say about it."

Nurse Amamiya gave Midoriya a few minutes to calm down before continuing the questioning.

"Alright... how about we continue."

She gave a kind smile.

"Can you tell me why you attempted?"

She asked in a gentle patent voice.

"I dunno... a lot of reasons."

"Can you tell me some of those reasons?"

"I...it... it was my fault that Kacchan got kicked out."

Okay, I wasn't expecting that...

She turned to Shota with confusion.

"Him and his classmate were staying with his mentor for the summer, and there were some disagreements, so Bakugou, or Kacchan came to stay with us."

She nodded, scribbling some things down.

"I'm not sure how that would be your fault though."

Shota said, looking at the boy.

"The arguments started because of me. All Might was paying more attention to me. All Might said the reason why he was upset about the mug, was because I bought it."

The nurses eyes widened at the mention of All Might, though she managed to stay professional.

Nurse Meishi finished the stitches, bandaged the thighs, and started packing up their stuff.

"Sweetheart, that's not your fault..."

I told him.

"Yes it is."

He said with a glare.

Nurse Amamiya gave him a moment to breathe, breathe before continuing.

"What are some of the other reasons?"

She was slow, and gentle.

"Why does it matter?"

He glared.

"Because we're going to get you set up with a therapist, and they need to know what their working with."

"I don't wanna go to therapy."

"That's understandable... but after something like this... I think it's kinda necessary."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Okay. We'll move onto the next question then.... okay this is going to be a bit more complicated. It's a question about your home life... but you're not staying at home right now... so I guess I'll ask about where you're currently staying. Do you feel safe in your current living situation?"

"Yeah."

He answered, in an annoyed voice.

She went through a few more questions. Midoriya got less and less cooperative with each one.

Soon, all the nurses left the room, leaving us alone, once again.

"I hate this."

"I know."

I responded quietly.

"Why do I have to be here?"

"Because you tried to kill yourself. "

Shota said, in a pained voice.

"I wish it had worked..."

"Don't say that..."

My tone mirrored my husband's.

"I do. Because then I wouldn't have to be here."

"I know this is hard... but we're here for you. You're going to be okay."

The tears started up again, flowing quickly down his face.

I stood from my chair, making my way over, and sitting on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arms around him, and he latched onto me, like he had earlier. Sobs filled the hospital room. Painful ugly sobs.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm right here. Breathe."

Eventually his sobs turned to whimpers, and then they turned to quite hiccups.

I kept hugging him, and rubbing his back, the whole time.

Eventually a new nurse came in to hook him up to a monitor, and then quickly left.

He hadn't brought his phone in all the commotion, not that they would have let him keep it, so I put on a movie on my phone, handing it to him. There was a TV in the room, but they were always so quiet.

He sat there silently, just staring at the screen, until Shota got a call. The boy looked up, watching him answer it.

"Hello? Yeah, he's alright.... We're gonna here for a while though... yeah, that would be great... how's Bakugou doing?... well that's to be expected I guess... yeah, talk to you later. Bye."

He looked over to see Midoriya's questioning look.

"It was All Might."

Shota answered simply.

"What's wrong with Kacchan?"

The boy asked, immediately latching onto the part about his friend.

"He's uh... he's not doing great right now. That was really scary for him."

A look of guilt showed on the boys face.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, he's gonna be just fine. It'll just take a little time. He's with people who care about him, so you just focus on yourself right now."

Shota told the boy.

Midoriya didn't argue, but I could tell that he was going to stew on this no matter what we said.

Eventually he went back to his movie, but he was quickly interrupted by a psychiatrist.

She asked all the same questions. In fact, she did so quite a few times, to the point where Midoriya was visibly annoyed.

"Alright, it's time to make a safety plan... Are you guys the parents, or guardians?"

"No."

Midoriya answered for us.

"Where are the parents."

"My mom's on a cruise."

"When will she be back?"

"Not aby time soon."

"What about your dad."

He shrugged.

"What do you mean? Where's your dad?"

"I don't know."

She groaned in annoyance.

"So are you guys who he's currently staying with?"

"We weren't, but he probably will be after this. His mentor... isn't great in these types of things..."

"Alright then... safety plan. I would like to keep him here for at least twenty four hours, preferably longer, but the minimum I'm comfortable with is twenty four. We need to make sure he's not an active danger to himself, before sending him home. Which is why... I would like him to stay in the psych ward for a while..."

"No!"

"You'll be able to focus on getting better and-"

"No!"

"I really need you to listen to-"

"No!"

She turned her head to Shota, lips pressed in a line.

"I'm trying to keep him safe, and he's not listening."

Her voice was overflowing with annoyance.

"I'm not too keen on him going to the psych ward either... I agree with the twenty four hours thing, maybe even forty eight, but beyond that... I think it would be better for him to come home. I'd rather focus on a safety plan to keep him safe at home."

Shota said, in the most sincere voice.

"It would be safer for him in the psych ward."

"She argued."

"Yes, but I know the kid, and recovery would go better with people he's comfortable with. That's why I agree with you on the twenty four hours, to make sure he's not an active danger to himself, but then he can come home, and just focus on recovering, as you put it."

I feel like Shota would be a lot more open to the idea, if we hadn't already whitenessed the incredible Unprofessionalism in this hospital. If he were in the psych ward, we couldn't stay there to make sure he wasn't being mistreated.

"Alright then..."

She conceded.

"Let's figure out how to keep him safe at home."

Notes:

This is probably the longest chapter of this book I've written so far… so I'm not going to prove read it because I'm lazy.

This was based of my own experience, except I cooperated, and they were all still massive dicks.

And their insistence that I go to a mental hospital, even after I told them all the reasons why it was a bad idea. Literally the only reason why I didn't, is because my mom knew I'd take it as a challenge.

This isn't me telling you, you shouldn't get help if you need it, but being forced to do things you're not comfortable with is traumatizing as hell.

There were no nice nurses, and the psychiatrist talked down to me the entire time.

Fucking bitch...

Anyways, anger towards all medical professionals aside. I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 44: Selective Mutism

Summary:

Bakugou's coping.

Notes:

TW: mentioned suicide attempt, dissociation, selective mutism!, mentioned blood, essentially we mention everything in the previous few chapters, my authors notes are a vent as usual!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Bakugou's POV:

Deku tried to kill himself... I already knew that, but the realization of everything was starting to sink in.

It had been a few hours since the Aizawa, and Yamada, had taken Deku to the hospital, and I had yet to speak. I just sat on the couch, staring at the wall blankly.

"I made lunch."

All Might said, peaking into the living room, where we were all sitting, a cartoon playing on the TV. Shinsou and Eri stood, heading towards the kitchen. I didn't. I continued staring straight ahead of me, head filled with fog.

Deku tried to kill himself.
Was this my fault?
I told him to kill himself in middle school.

"Bakugou..."

All Might was crouched down to my level, hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you come eat."

I didn't respond. I couldn't respond.

All Might gave a sigh, that had way more concern in it, than should be possible.

"Come on."

He wrapped an arm around me, directing me to stand. He led me to the kitchen, getting me sat down next to the others. He slid a plate in front of me.

"He's gonna be okay."

All Might said, doing his best to reassure me.

I looked down at the plate. It was another one of those frozen meals, that All Might could just throw in the microwave. He had just put it on a plate. It mostly consisted of dino nuggets.

I kinda just stared at it, moving the food around my plate.

"You should try to eat."

Shinsou told me, trying his best to be helpful.

I managed to shake my head. I didn't want to eat. Not with Deku in the hospital. Not after everything that just happened.

Eri looked sad, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. Not right now at least.

"Come on. You can eat a few bites. What happened to being the best at everything? Are you really gonna let me beat you at how many chicken nuggets I can eat?"

Shinsou said, clearly targeting the fact that I'm competitive.

I ignored him.

All Might looked incredibly concerned.

"I called Aizawa a little while ago... he said that Midoriya was doing alright."

So he wasn't dead... I couldn't help but feel relief spread through my body.

Relieved tears started running down my face.

"Oh... my boy... it's okay..."

All Might said, wrapping me in a hug. I couldn't bring myself to fight it, gripping onto his shirt as I cried.

His hand was on the back of my head, fingers gently combing through my hair, as his other hand rubbed circles on my back.

"Is... is Kacchan gonna be okay?"

I heard Eri ask.

The nickname caused me to choke out another sob.

"Yeah sweetheart, he's gonna be just fine."

All Might reassured the girl.

Once my crying slowed down, All Might held me at arms length, thumbs rubbing across the shoulders he was holding.

"I know it's the middle of the day, but I think it might be a good idea to lay down. A nap could do you some good."

I gave a small nod. I was honestly exhausted.

"Okay then. Do you want to try to eat a little first, or to you want to head straight to bed?"

I couldn't get myself to talk yet, so I just pushed the plate away from myself.

"Okay, come on."

He led me to his room, which confused me slightly. When he noticed this, he spoke.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to sleep in there right now... there's... it's just not... it... needs to be cleaned up first..."

I knew what he was getting at. He just didn't want to say it at the risk of triggering some kind of meltdown, but I had seen it before Aizawa had led me out of the room. Blood... a lot of it... it was all over the bed, on part of the floor, and all over the Aizawa's hands.

All Might got me tucked into his bed, which made my face go red. I'd already cried in front of the man, and now he was tucking me in like a child.

What was it with these adults, tucking me into their beds? My mom never did that. Once I hit seven, I had to deal with any bad dreams myself, so sleeping in my parents bed, was a no. And she stopped tucking me in at five. My dad still did for a few years, but he stopped before I hit double digits. These adults were so weird. They all kept treating me like a kid.

"Sleep well young Bakugou."

He said with a gentle smile, turning off the light.

Everyone here was weird.

When I woke, I felt... relaxed.

I went back out to the living room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"You sleep okay?"

Shinsou asked from the couch, voice filled with gentle concern, that felt strange coming from the normally sarcastic boy.

I nodded, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"That's good... do you... do you need a hug?"

He clearly had no clue what he was doing. He was trying to mirror his dad.

I couldn't help but snort at his question.

"Hey, I'm doing my best here."

He defended.

I rolled my eyes at that.

"I am!"

I couldn't help the amused smile.

"Not much for conversation right now, huh?"

I shook my head.

"That's fair... I don't think I'd want to talk if I... ya know..."

My face fell. I did know... and I really wish I didn't... seeing Deku like that... it was... too much. He seemed so panicked... so desperate to die, that he was genuinely fighting. Physically trying to stop people from helping him. I never wanted to see him like that again...

"Hey... like All Might said... he's gonna be okay. Aizawa said he was alright..."

It was so weird to have him trying to comfort me...

"Anyway... All Might, and Eri, are outside picking flowers for when Midoriya gets back,  but we can still do something if you want. You want me to turn the TV back on?"

I shrugged.

He turned on the TV, and then placed his remote between us.

"You can change it, if you don't like what's on."

I gave him a grateful smile. I normally don't like being mushy... but I genuinely appreciated what he was doing. We often times argue, and fight, but when something was actually wrong, he specifically did all he could to make me feel better.

He was... almost like a brother...

Notes:

I have writers block, so the chapter is very short.

Oh well, not my problem.

I didn't proof read before posting, so... sorry bro...

Also it's difficult to write because... well... let's just say, Midoriya's past few chapters are getting a little too relatable at the moment, so I feel like crap, especially since I've missed school the past few days, and I've fallen behind, and it's freaking me tf out.

Oh well, depressive episode, and crippling anxiety aside... I really hope you enjoyed, this peice of shit chapter.

Chapter 45: Midoriya's Return

Notes:

I'm not dead!

TW: mentioned self harm, mentioned suicide attempt, mentioned a lot of things!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midoriya's POV:

Unfortunately for me, I did infact have to stay in the hospital for twenty four hours. Mr Aizawa agreed with the psychiatrist lady, and unfortunately, they're considering him my temporary legal guardian... so I didn't really have a choice. After I was released from the hospital, we headed to the train station.

Mr Aizawa said he'd prefer to drive, because he wasn't too keen on public transportation after all that, but we had taken the ambulance, so the car wasn't an option.

They had kept me for a bit longer than twenty four hours, so the sun was going down when we got on the train.

The ride was quiet. I was leaning against Yamada, as I was told to call him, and I was honestly so close to passing out. I wouldn't normally be so comfortable with teachers... but after all that happened, I couldn't help but trust the man.

I mean, he literally held me, as I sobbed in his lap, while practically bleeding out.

Once at our stop, we got out of the train. Yamada had an arm around me as we walked, probably afraid of me running off to try to hurt myself... not that I could exactly blame him. I tried to kill myself, and when they tried to help me, I quite literally kicked them off. I felt kinda bad for it honestly.

"Sorry..."

I said in an almost whisper.

"For what baby?"

Yamada asked, giving my arm a squeeze.

"For... all this... it was probably really stressful, and a lot of work..."

"It's okay... we care about you... just maybe tell someone how you're feeling next time."

Yamada said as we approached All Might's house.

"I'll try."

Mr Aizawa nocked on the door.

It was quickly opened by All Might, who looked relieved when he saw me.

I awkwardly waved, unsure of how what to say after that entire fiasco. I tried to kill myself in this man's house, and now I was right back where I started.

I was immediately wrapped in a tight hug. I could feel All Might's thin form, shaking slightly.

"I am so sorry."

I heard him whisper, voice shaking, like he was holding back tears.

I hugged him back.

"I know... me too..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for my boy."

I was released from the hug, and led inside. My eyes met Kacchan's. Neither of us moved. We just stared at each other, neither of us saying a word.

"Hey... Kacchan..."

I said, unsure of what to do in this situation.

What do you say to the guy who caught you trying to kill yourself? The guy who desperately wanted you to talk to an adult, and when he decided to get an adult himself, you locked the door. The one who looked absolutely broken, as he stared at you.

"Deku!"

I heard Eri yell, as she came running out of the kitchen, followed by her very tired looking brother, who's normal neutral face, was replaced by something that looked like concern.

Eri practicly threw herself into my arms, and I crouched down to her level.

"Are you okay?! You were bleeding!"

"Yeah. I'm okay Eri."

She didn't look convinced, but she didn't comment, choosing to instead cling to me, like she was afraid I'd disappear... which I suppose isn't an unreasonable fear to have...

I felt the previous guilt resurface...

I really scared them.

I looked back at Kacchan. He hadn't moved. He just stared at me, like he was scared to look away.

I stood up, lifting Eri, so I wouldn't have to break the hug.

"Sorry... about.. all of that..."

I said, hoping my voice communicated my sincerity.

Kacchan nodded, not speaking. It was strange. Kacchan tended to be more on the quiet side, when not angry... but him not talking at all...

I gave All Might a questioning look.

All Might sighed, which caused my anxiety to spike.

"He uh... hasn't spoken since... you know..."

Guilt shot through my being.

I scared him... I left him genuinely terrified.

I put Eri down, and walked over to my childhood best friend.

"I'm sorry."

I said again, hugging him.

He tensed slightly, before relaxing, and returning the hug. It was the first time he'd hugged me back since we were kid's. He didn't shove me away... he didn't get angry... he just hugged me, tighter than what was probably necessary.

I felt the guilt bubbling just under the surface...

This was all my fault...

Notes:

DON'T FEEL GUILTY FOR THIS SHIT!!! IT'S A NEGITIVE MINDSET TO HAVE!!!

This is way too short, but my hyperfixation isn't mha anymore, it's rottmnt... so... sorry about that. I just wanted to say, I'm not abandoning this fic... I'm just not as interested in mha anymore. Heck, I haven't even started season 6.

Updates will be slow.

See ya!