𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

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Bakugo POV

Mitsuki forced me to return to school.

It's fucking unfair that life goes on while mine is falling apart. Trains still go. Classes continue. Life goes on. It's gloating at me: you don't even matter, not in the grand scheme of things.

I arrive at school early and sink into my desk, resting my head on the table.

Dunce-face bounces over to me. "Hey, Bakubaku, what happened? You haven't been at school for a while!"

I lift my head from the desk wearily.

"Oh, man, you look like shit," he remarks. "Are you on drugs? Your eyes are hella red."

"Kaminari, dude, that's not very nice," Kirishima appears behind him. "Hey, Bakug— oh. You look terrible, man."

I try to give them both a withering look, but my eyes start watering again. Damn. I do not want to cry in front of them.

"Hey, bro," Kirishima's face crinkles in worry and he crouches next to my desk. "What happened?"

A lump forms in my throat and I can't speak.

"Man, are you okay?"

I shake my head at them numbly.

"I've never seen him like this before," Pikachu whispers.

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