Pumped Up Blasts

Intrusive Thoughts

Third Person POV

Its been a week since the heroes saved Bakugo from the League. He had recieved a bit of counseling but the sessions were quickly canceled after Bakugo proved to be "fine." He was fine. At least to everyone else.

He had become more jumpy. The smallest sounds, like the toaster popping up or the drop of a pencil made him flinch. No one noticed.

No one noticed his change of attitude either. He would still yell but it had gotten quieter. He didn't have as much passion behind his anger like he used to. The words seemed empty to him when he yelled. That's when he started going quiet.

That caught people's attention. He flat out stopped talking. The only time his classmates heard his voice was when a teacher had asked him a question. Even then his voice was quiet.

He caught himself frequently gazing off into the window. He thought nothing of it as he usually shook it off and tried to pay attention.

That is....until worrying thoughts came into his mind. Things he had never thought of before. Voices of the Villains that had captured him echoed through his mind, but the more he heard them, the more the voices began to sound like his own. His ideology slowly morphed into something more sinister. Evil.

He started thinking less about being a hero and more of how to spot the fake ones. Sure he still wanted to be a hero, but not to defeat villains.

He wanted to show what it meant to be a real hero. Not some fake wannabe hero who was only in it for the money and fame.

He started to make a mental list of the kids in his class who he thought of as a "fake." Then he realized that it wasn't just his class. It started to become those from class 1B. Along with those from the General Studies, Business Classes, and even the Support Classes.

He began writing the names into a notebook without thinking about it. He started to memorize the real names of his classmates and the others outside his class. He had started focusing more on figuring out who was fake and who was real. It started to drive him crazy.

He had built up a false reality. A reality that had so many holes showing the real world. He tried to look through them but a part of his mind would seal the hole everytime he believed in the correct reality.

It was a month later when the first thought of death flashed across his mind. The thought had scared him so much he had screamed and fell to the floor in the middle of a lecture.

Everyone stared at him in confusion and worry. They had never heard such fear in the blond's voice.

His red haired friend quickly moved over to him and helped him up. "I'm taking him to Recovery Girl."

Present Mic stared at the two for a moment before giving a slight nod, unsure of what had just happened.

Kirishima took Bakugo to the Nurse and explained to Recovery Girl what had happened. Bakugo sat on the bed, wide eyed and shaking. The thought still popping into his mind and scaring him more. The more he thought about it, the worse it had become. It slowly became more than one death. It became 2. Then 5. Then 14.

The numbers climbed quickly in his head as he thought of the death of each specific person. People who he had barely seen once flashed through his mind.

Tears made their way down his face without his knowing. He pulled his knees to his chest and started to shake, his hands finding their way to his hair, pulling tightly.

Kirishima heard small sobs coming from the bed and he turned to see the panicking boy. He moved over to him and tried to calm him down, rubbing his back softly and whispering soothing words.

Recovery Girl frowned and called Aizawa and All Might before turning her attention to the Blond. She told him to take deep breaths and think about something else. Something happy.

The breathing part was easy for him. He had started to match Kirishima's mock breathing, his breaths still shakey. What was really hard for him was thinking of something happy. He couldn't remember anything from before his capture. The villains crossed his mind and flashes of torture appeared.

His breathing started getting erratic again, his quirk starting to activate slightly. Small pops began to burn off small bits of his hair, which he had began to pull out in hopes of getting rid of the thoughts.

Kirishima grabbed his wrists with hardened hands and moved onto the bed in front of him, "Bakugo calm down. Breathe. It's all in your head. Focus on me okay?"

Bakugo shook his head and pulled tighter on his hair, flashes of Kirishima under piles of rubble and covered in blood crossed his mind. More tears fell down his face. He didn't think his friend was fake. He knew he wasn't. Yet....his name was in the notebook.

Aizawa came in quickly with All Might right behind him, "what's going on? What happened?"

"Bakugo's having a panic attack or something. He won't stop," Kirishima said quickly then glanced back at Bakugo. "Baku please...Just breathe. Whatever you're thinking or seeing is not real."

"D-dead....a-all of t-them...e-everyone," Bakugo sobbed and let off more small explosions before they stopped suddenly.

Aizawa's hair flew up and he grabbed the scarf around his neck, "Kirishima back off."

Kirishima reluctantly turned off his own quirk then moved away from bakugo as Aizawa moved toward him.

Bakugo looked up at Aizawa and saw him coming towards him with the scarf. Shigaraki with ropes in his hand came into his head and he screamed, moving away from Aizawa quickly. "S-stay away! P-please!"

Aizawa stopped moving and dropped the scarf, worry flooding through him about his clearly hurt student. He raised his hands in surrender and slowly moved towards Bakugo, "hey kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help. Can i touch you or are you gonna hurt me?" He held out a hand carefully.

Bakugo looked the hand then to the scarf that had been left on the floor before looking up to meet Aizawa's eyes. He gave a small nod and reached out for the hand.

Aizawa carefully moved closer to Bakugo and pulled him into a soft embrace, "its okay. Just breathe for me okay?"

Bakugo nodded and clung to Aizawa, starting to sob into his chest. The boy's sobs made the hero's heart clench. He hated whatever or whomever put his student into so much pain.

After an hour of just sitting in Aizawa's arms, Bakugo had passed out. The teacher carefully laid him onto the bed then went over to Recovery Girl, "did he say anything before we got here? Do we know what caused it?"

Recovery Girl shook his head, "Mr. Kirishima here brought him in. The boy looked pretty shaken."

Aizawa looked to Kirishima for a response.

"I don't know what happened. We were in the middle of English when he just screamed and fell out of his chair," Kirishima shrugged. "It....it sounded like he was scared of something. But that doesn't make sense. The therapist said he was fine. That he didn't need therapy."

The teacher sighed tiredly, "I'll call his parents and suggest they schedule another meeting with a new therapist. They can decide from there. Now why don't you head back to class. And don't tell anyone what happened."

Kirishima nodded and left the room, heading to class. Aizawa left soon after to get in contact with Bakugo's parents.

Bakugo slept peacefully....at least that's what it looked like from an outsider's perspective. His dreams consisted of being captured. Being tortured and broken and beaten into thinking things that were not true. The thoughts started to come back. And it wasn't thoughts of singular people's deaths.

No.

These thoughts were worse.

More gruesome. More bloody.

More people.

Genocide.