nothing fucking good.

Chapter 18

At break time, he sat at a bench with some classmates. Willing for them to leave him alone, he went on his phone and pressed random buttons, hoping they would get the message and stop talking to him. He kind of felt bad for doing it to Kirishima, but he already had a plan set in place to slowly distance himself from the red-head. He didn't want Kiri to find out about his other plan and care about what he was doing. If Bakugou was cold enough to him, he was hoping the Eijirou would forget about their friendship and move on, not even bothering with the hard-to-handle blonde.

Break time felt longer than it usually did, probably mostly to the fact that he did not want to be there. His next class, much to his dismay, was hero training.

The boys changing rooms were bustling with people not wanting to even get changed, trying to come up with plans to miss out, what they knew was going to be, a straight hour of hard-core training. Katsuki didn't even bother. He wore a thick vest under his shirt so that his classmates changing wouldn't be able to see his stomach fat spilling over the sides of his trousers. He got changed silently, thanking the gods above that his mum bought his longer short-like boxers, to cover the scars that lay hidden underneath the fabric. The scars on his forearms had healed fully and weren't even visible unless you looked closely for any impurities. Only Deku knew about the scars along his wrists because he would check daily in middle school, threatening to snitch if Bakugou didn't comply.

Without any other choice, everyone in class ended up lined outside in their school pe uniforms, hoping to get the hour done with, not to even mention they had an extra hour after school. Explaining what would be happening in hero training for the coming weeks, Aizawa sported the same dead look in his face.

"This lesson is going to be an endurance lesson. But we will go deeper into the plan for this lesson after I explain the plan for future lessons."

A few students sighed before going back to listen to their teacher.

"Basically, we will be running lessons that will hold as training, and getting a grasp on where you are at with your physical abilities, at the same time. Smart huh?"

Erasure head said, with his creepy smirk paired with his dead-as-ever eyes.

"There will be different categories for this, for example, this lesson, as I've previously stated, we are working on endurance... Well, technically not we. It's just you kids doing it."

Aizawa was still sporting his weird smile whilst taunting his complaining and moaning students.

"ok, now, to explain the task of today's endurance training, we are going to make it a race, therefore there is a possible winner. You are allowed to use your quirks to get ahead. If you use your quirk to, in any way, disrupt someone's path of running, you will be sent onto a different training ground with Cementoss, doing laps. Even halfway through lunch, as a punishment. Now, in terms of winning, the person to win will be the person to do the most laps without stopping. If you stop, you restart and recount all your laps. If you get too tired and get injured in any way, making it too difficult to even walk, you will be sent to recovery girls office, but you will be doing extra training on the weekends to help with your weak points."

After everything was officialised, everyone was silent, probably praying to the gods that they would survive.

As they were all lined up, they were anticipating the whistle signalling for them to take off, as they heard their teacher shout, "Oh! And technically you don't have to run as long as you can maneuverer your way around the pitch using your quirk. If you can't use your quirk, you are expected to sprint, good luck."

Now the teens were sweating even more, as suddenly, a whistle blew loudly, students taking off all at once.

There were students that could easily use their quirks without harming people. Like Sero, with his tape that can extract and contract to his liking, and since he was especially good at using is tape for moving around, he had a very low chance of hurting or disrupting anyone's path. Then there were the people stuck in bad situations like Todoroki and Hagakure. Hagakure, obviously, couldn't use her invisibility quirk for anything in the situation, so she just had to force her feet to carry her until the hour completed. As for Todoroki, he couldn't use his fire to help at all in the situation and if he used his ice, he would still have to run back the same way and would be at a loss himself, but he could also risk disrupting someone or injuring a classmate.

Bakugou himself was trying to think of a plan as the very low number of calories in his blood stream did not do anything to help with his real struggle in breathing. He was trying to concentrate on thinking of a way to use his quirk without hurting people, even though the track was small and cramped, with many other people in the same position as him; feet dragging behind them and struggling to breathe. Some of the people that couldn't use their quirks were still faring well and others that were able to use their quirks were thriving with many laps done in a short amount of time.

Bakugou could tell that now his face was red and he was audibly breathing shallowly and fast. That fact alone only made him redder, both in anger and embarrassment. In his spurt of embarrassment, he sped ahead until he ran in a position where there weren't as many people running beside him, but he still had to take them into account as he shot a blast right at the ground and rose into the air like a rocket. As he was blasting himself in the air, he directed his arms behind him, so that he would be shot forward. He was still using a lot of energy, and in all honesty, he wasn't fairing that well, but he still pushed through and forced explosions out of his hands in earnest. The thought that the torturous pain he was in was nowhere near the end was unnerving, but he also thought deserved it in a way.

There was sweat drenching him all over, soaking his hair and marking big wet spots under his arms and around his neck and back area. He felt like his limbs were hanging off their hinges and that the lesson had already passed multiple hours. He wanted nothing more than to just stop all the effort he was pouring into the lesson, to just fall and drop to his death.

Although that may seem dramatic to most, to Bakugou, it was perfectly logical. What if it wasn't classed as suicide because he was so tired, he just fell? A definite plus in his view. If he didn't have to deal with all his stress, he could be at peace, AND (due to what he established earlier) no one would think of his death as a suicide. It was the best way to go out. It would be painless for the most, right? And he wouldn't really need to do anything, the only thing he had to commit to, was relaxing to anticipate his long-awaited rest.

Bakugou felt his heavy eyes start to rest as he stopped his abused body from producing all the explosions. His head fell first, his body in a diving position, tired arms lose, swinging every-which-way as gravity pulled him to the ground like a magnet to a fridge. His breaths were more relaxed, and so was he, just in general. He was so relaxed, that in that situation, he wasn't even thinking about dying, he was thinking about the way the wind brushed back his hair and stroked his face in just the right way. Until he heard two deafening screeches

"BAKUGOU" "KACCHAN"

His eyes shot open and Bakugou received an eyeful of the ground closing in on him. What was he doing? This wasn't right... NO!

The spurt of adrenaline in his blood helped him in the task of pushing his arms Infront of him and making a massive explosion as he yelled, "AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!"

He landed with a thud on the ground, reaching around the rub the back of his head. There was smoke everywhere and he couldn't see shit save for black clouds swirling around his body. He groaned in pain as he heard a loud, "HOLY SHIT BAKUGOU"

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT"

"IS HE DEAD"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes hard as the smoke cleared and he saw multiple classmates running up to him with a handful of teachers, that were on site, sprinting.

Ahh shit, was the first thing that came to Bakugou's head as he was swarmed with people screaming and yelling all sorts of shit.

Now, Bakugou knew he wasn't the best at acting, or lying for that matter, but he knew he was going to have to put his very limited knowledge of the two at use.

What the fuck did he get himself into now...?