Trigger warning ⚠ (bullying, slight homophobia.)
Bakugou POV:
Where the hell was shitty hair?
"Yo that bastard must be hiding from us." Ryan laughed and I joined in.
"What a scared little bitch." I snarled, though my thoughts were racing.
If his wounds got infected, he'd be in hospital right? The school would find out and we'd get in trouble.
When I mentioned this to Ryan he just laughed.
"So? I've beaten the shit out of that fucker every day for years," I swallowed. Everyday? For years? "He doesn't tell anyone, he's got no one to tell!" The rest of the gang cracked up.
"He's so pathetic." I cackle.
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Second last class, the door creeped open.
"Mr. Kirishima? Care to explain where you have been? And why you are not wearing your school uniform?"
He said nothing and sat down in his seat, the class giggling.
"Ignoring me again, is it? Looking for another detention?"
"I have work after school, sir."
The class laughed and started talking.
"Woah, so that's what he sounds like."
"Never heard a word from him, haha."
"Dude, I thought he was, like, mute or something!"
"He sounds so scared. What a pussy."
"Why did he only start talking now?"
"Alright. Settle down. Kirishima, if you can't make it to detention, then you're doing extra homework."
No reply. Spaced out already, huh? Wonder what he thinks about when he does that.
I noticed another bruise on this face.
Where did that come from?
"Bakugou Katsuki! Are you listening!" He teacher snapped at me.
"Nah. Whatcha say?" I replied cheekily, leaning back.
"The cheek of you children! Solve the question on the board." He demanded.
"I dunno." I was starting to get cocky.
He let out a long sigh.
"Why did I pick teaching? Mom warned me, but I never listen." The teacher said, rubbing his forehead.
He picked up a random sheet off the desk.
"Alright I'm gunna go print this," he lied "Stay quiet, blah blah blah.." he mumbled and left the room.
Immediately, the class burst into conversation.
Ryan tapped on Kirishima's shoulder.
"What's your excuse this year, huh? I wanna know. Tell me!" He jeered, pulling his hair.
Multiple people for the class spoke up.
"Yeah tell us too!"
"I wanna know."
"I know what it'll be: 'don't have a swimsuit' again, right?"
"No no! It'll be: 'cant pay' I know it's that one!"
"It's probably: 'I have a fear of water, sir! Whatever will I do!?' "
The class was already in stitches talking about it.
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Underwater (kiribaku/bakushima)
FanfictionKirishima POV: I always feel like I am drowning. In everything. Holding my breath when things get rough, living in isolation, the muffled voice of those on the surface. But there's a different side to this. It's peaceful in the bottom of the ocean...
