The Hidden Truth ~ Ice skater Bakugou

Part 5 ~ Leaving The Past Behind

Bakugou's PoV:

The morning sun crept through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow on the walls of my room. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, the weight of the day already pressing down on my shoulders. My luggage sat packed in the corner, a silent reminder of the impending trip. Despite the anticipation of leaving the suffocating atmosphere of home behind, a knot of apprehension tightened in my chest. Memories of yesterday flooded my mind like a relentless tide, each wave crashing with painful clarity.

At sixteen, I found myself burdened with a weight far beyond my years. The police, with their sympathetic glances and false assumptions, believed my mother still walked among the living, a guardian to watch over me. But she, like the old man, had been taken from me, leaving me adrift in a sea of loneliness. The realization that I was now an orphan hit me like a physical blow. I wasn't supposed to be alone in the world, yet here I was, grappling with a reality I couldn't change. Glancing at the clock, its digits taunted me with the lateness of the hour—5:30 AM. I was already running behind schedule.

With a sense of urgency gnawing at my heels, I rushed through my morning routine, the scalding water of the shower offering a brief respite from the turmoil swirling in my mind. Dressing quickly, I gathered my belongings and made my way downstairs. Hailing a taxi, I raced through the empty streets, the familiar sight of UA's gates coming into view just in time.

Aizawa's PoV:

The early hours found me already awake, the weight of responsibility settling like a heavy cloak upon my shoulders. With meticulous precision, I ensured that everything was in order for the day's journey. The students began to trickle in, each face a testament to the potential and promise that thrived within these walls. Yet, amidst the familiar bustle, one figure stood out—a lone silhouette amidst a sea of companions.

Bakugou's arrival caught my attention, the absence of parental figures striking me as odd. Most students arrived with their families, eager to bid their children farewell before the journey ahead. But Bakugou stood alone, a solitary figure amidst the throng of students. It was a deviation from the norm, one that warranted further scrutiny, but I pushed aside my concerns for the time being.

As the journey commenced, I observed Bakugou's demeanor with a watchful eye. While most of the students succumbed to the lull of the bus's motion, he remained vigilant, his gaze fixed on the passing landscape outside. Concern flickered briefly in the recesses of my mind, but I remained silent, choosing to monitor the situation from a distance.

~ Time skip to when they got there ~

As the bus rolled to a stop, I stirred from my light slumber, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The soft murmur of my classmates' breathing filled the air, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped Bakugou. His steadfast vigilance throughout the journey had not gone unnoticed, a silent testament to the turmoil brewing beneath his stoic exterior. Concern gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, but I refrained from voicing my unease, opting instead to observe from a distance.

According to the driver, we had arrived five minutes earlier than anticipated. Groaning softly, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, my gaze instinctively seeking out Bakugou. He sat rigidly in his seat, his expression unreadable in the dim light of dawn. The revelation that he hadn't slept a wink during the journey only deepened my apprehension, a nagging worry that refused to be ignored.

With a sense of urgency, I roused my slumbering classmates, urging them to gather their belongings and make their way to the lobby of the hotel. The warmth that greeted us upon entering was a welcome relief from the biting chill of the winter air outside. As Mr. Aizawa began to assign rooms, I found myself momentarily distracted by the sight of Bakubro nearby.

Kirishima's PoV:

The lobby exuded an air of quiet elegance, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the outside world. I sank into a chair near a radiator, the warmth seeping into my bones as I basked in the comfort of the surroundings. It was then that I noticed Bakubro standing nearby, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty of the moment. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at his presence.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Mr. Aizawa's voice, his words cutting through the stillness of the room like a knife.

"... And now the boys. Momo and Iida in room 10. This is an exception as the rest of the girls' rooms are full. Sero, Denki, and Aoyama in room 11. Koda, Sato, and Shoji in room 12. Mineta, Ojiro, and Tokoyami in room 13. And lastly, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou in room 14. If anyone needs anything, I'm in room 15, so come and ask, otherwise, go to your rooms now."

With a nod of acknowledgment, I rose from my seat, making my way toward our designated room. However, before I could reach it, I spotted Midobro and Todobro standing in front of me, their expressions mirroring my own concern.

Midoriya's PoV:

Todoroki and I had been engaged in conversation when Kirishima's arrival caught us off guard. Turning to greet him, I couldn't help but wonder about Bakugou's whereabouts. His absence was conspicuous, a glaring void amidst the familiar faces that surrounded us.

"Hey, Kiri," I greeted him warmly, though my thoughts were elsewhere. The absence of Bakugou's fiery presence did not go unnoticed, a silent question lingering in the air.

"Hey, Midobro," Kirishima replied, his voice tinged with concern. "Do you know where Bakugou is?"

The question hung between us, unanswered. Though worried, I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that washed over me. With a heavy sigh, I shook my head in resignation.

"No, sorry, Kirishima," I admitted, glancing around the crowded lobby in search of any sign of our missing classmate. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

The uncertainty weighed heavily upon us, a silent reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. For now, all we could do was wait and hope for Bakugou's safe return.