Consequences [BAKUDEKU]

Prologue

•Mentions of drug-use.
•Withdrawal symptoms of opioid abuse.
•Violence
•Mentions (but no explicit showing) of past gang activity.

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It shouldn't have been like this.

The loud boom was deafening, disorienting, and the smell of fire didn't do any help.

Fuck.

Where..?

Katsuki gasps for air, head lolling, looking around to see red, to feel the heat of fire and the smell of gasoline trickle into his lungs, making his world tilt as he dry heaves. His leg is stuck, he fully notes, still only half-conscious.

He feels light, feels blood pounding in his head- until he realizes that it was also dripping towards his hairline, and oh, that wasn't right, was it? Gravity should..

Ah. He was upside down.

When that realization hit him, the yells started, screaming- and the sirens adding all to the hungover and killer migraine that squeezed his skull like a coiled snake.

He turns to the side.

A mistake.

"Bakugou.. fuck, fuck-"

Nori, his senior- he remembers he was the one with the pills, the one who was friendly, handing even Katsuki one.

He was here, in the car beside him, with his nose and cheekbone smashed in- and oh, the blood-

Katsuki screams.

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"How are you feeling?"

Katsuki weakly turns his head, but he mother's grip in unrelenting. Stiff.

He looks up to see Mitsuki's lower lip trembling, eyes red-rimmed, as if she'd been crying for hours.

".. Mom..?" Scratchy and weak, but Mitsuki runs a hand through his hair, breathing out shakily. The beeping of the heart machine made his ears ring.

"You'll be okay, Katsuki."

Quiet.

Broken.

His mother squeezes his hand tighter.

"You'll be okay."

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".. You know where we goin'?" Katsuki quietly mutters to his seatmate, clenching and unclenching his fists.

The boy turns to him, lip upturned into a snarl that catches Katsuki by surprise. "You think I know where we goin', bitch?" The shackles around his wrist jingle with every move. "Better keep fuckin' quiet or I'll rip that throat of yours."

"Quiet back there!"

His seatmate shuts up, and Katsuki inwardly fumes.

Fuck.

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"Well, come on, we'll getcha settled in." The teen's hair was tied back into a neat bun, brown eyes gleaming in delight at the new arrivals, clipboard in hand. "All of you already got your mugshot?"

Casual, chirrup- it made Katsuki's stomach clench when a guard walks by, eyeing him coldly before turning the corner. Fuck. This was no summer school- this was a fucking correctional facility, the one chance Katsuki has to get his shit together before his ass lands in adult jail.

"Alrighty!" The boy hums, writing down their names, quick scribbles, and Katsuki mildly wonders who in the right mind would put a.. 'tenant' from the fucking correctional facility in charge of getting them settled in. The boy before him seemed light on his feet as he motions for them to follow him.