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Bakugou sat a the edge of his seat, eyes fleetingly to the door as his hand gripped his knees in an intense fury. He let out a weary sigh, small sparks crackling from the edges of his fingers. He quickly wiped his hands onto his pants. He shouldn’t have agreed to this. It wasn’t that much of a problem, this was something that he could have dealt with by himself. He cursed himself, preparing his argument with against Kirishima in his head. He shouldn't have let that bastard talk him into doing this. But then again, the school was backing this. He had been through too much “trauma”.
He had scoffed at it at first, he wasn’t weak. He could deal with this by himself. That’s what he had thought that for so long afterward. Ignoring the nightmares and insecurities that cracked at his confident personality. Kirishima saw it first, mentioning that he was falling asleep during class and way more aggressive than usual. It was also Kirishima that pushed him to go to the school therapist in the first place. By now the nightmares had become terrors, All Might dead, the villains infiltrating the class, people dying because he couldn’t save himself because it was his fault that All Might lost his power.
He hadn’t told Kirishima or Mr. Aizawa any of this. So now as he sat in the lounge area he felt a weird kind of terror infiltrating his stomach. Nervousness crawling through him. He hadn’t felt like this since he was taken, yet that was an tainted fear. He was able to play it off when he was there, he was able to fight, he knew what he could do. Yet all he had to do here was talk, and for some reason that had almost scared him more.
You had always this jittery, repulsed feeling for the medical wing of UA. The strong smell of hand sanitizer and cleaning solutions. It didn’t help that the walls had those ‘it's up to your interpretation’ arts, that at least to you, came off as either blobs or some sort of spontaneous torture. It's not like you despised the medical office but after a couple of months of coming back here repeatedly the art started to seem less enthralling and your feelings morphed into something jagged. The only thing you really favored about the wing was the huge window that laid parallel to the door. It occupied most of the wall, stopping at the tops of the chairs and reaching towards the edges of the walls. The view it gave of the courtyard was remarkable. On the days you’d rather not go in for your appointments you made it a point to come here earlier just to watch the scenery, by the time you had to go in you were more than ready.
Today happened to be one of those days and the terrain had been calling to you. So grumbling you had forced the door open, and briskly found your way to your usual seat, right up against the window and sat. You twisted your torso and crossed your legs, arm resting on the window seal. Sighing you had felt the stress from the vicious day settle.
“Who the hell are you?” A low voice had grumbled.
Your head had quickly snapped to the center of the room, your nerves fizzling. A spiky-haired blonde sat in the center, his body rigid as his arm muscles strained. A new kid? The look of anger that settled deep into his face registered as you let out an ‘aha!’. This was Bakugou. You had seen the interview with the teachers and Principal Nezu at the attack during summer. It wasn’t hard to guess why he was here, yet the fear in his eyes had left you feeling a bit unnerved.
“I’m (Y/N), and I’m guessing your Bakugou?”
His face if it was even possible grew angrier, he looks just about ready to stand up and sock you straight in the face. You faintly wondered how many wrinkles he’d get if he was always this angry.
“Yeah, I am,” Bakugou said, staring deep into your eyes almost like he expected an insult on his behavior or angry face. You’d suppose with how angry he always was and how he presented himself at the sports festival there would probably be a plethora of people calling him out on the behavior, maybe he had a right to be defensive. Yet you still gave him a small frown at his actions, “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” And you quickly turned back to watch the courtyard.
You heard a soft scoff, a boy with that temper probably wasn’t used to being ignored like that but you heard nothing else and you wallowed in the silence happily.
Until you decided to glance back. You almost wish you hadn’t. It wasn’t your problem that this boy was as nervous as he was about therapy if anything he’d probably snap at you or think you consider him weak. You weren’t here to help people, you were here to be helped. But, you remembered your first day here. On the verge of a panic attack, terror basically radiating off of you. God, fuck your nice heart.
“Hey, you, Bakugou! Come over here.” You kept your eyes trained on him, sure not to break eye contact, letting him know you weren’t one to back down. His face turned sour again, and he glared at you.
“What the hell do you want?” He said standing up, chest puffed out in an attempt to show dominance. He walked over trying to stay as threatening as possible but it was very clear how much he was sweating nervously. He stood before you, hands open and curled by his sides, you heard small crackles and pops from his palms.
“Sit down.” You softly tapped the chair next to you. Bakugou glared down at you, an eyebrow propped up in confusion.
“Look, do it or not, I really don’t care.” You shrugged and threw your hands up in defense. You didn’t look back as you decided to watch the scenery again. It took a minute before he sat down, arms folded against each other.
"Well… what did you call me over here for?”
You raised your hand, pointing at the courtyard, you didn’t care if he looked or not but just continued on.
“Just based off of what I’ve seen from you, you don’t seem like a scenery guy but just watch.”
There was a long silence between the two of you, the crinkles of explosions slowly fading. You peeked over at him, he looked casual,eyebrows slightly furrowed as he watched but his scowl was gone. You smiled and turned back to the window and watched a small group of cats in the courtyard. The silence continued on.
“This is dumb” He moved to stand up before you interrupted him. “If its so dumb then why aren’t you sweating anymore, if you are as smart as I thought you’d notice that your not popping off any more explosions either.”
You peeked back and saw him looking down at his hands, he quickly meets your eyes, you didn’t break eye contact. He snarled at you before he sat back down,
“Fuck you.”
You fought the urge to laugh at his failed attempt to keep his rude demeanor.
“Hey, now fuck you too.” A small giggle fought its way out of your throat. He gave a soft growl back.
It was easy enough to just sit there and watch. You got your silence and feeling of achievement while he got to be calm. You were shocked he didn’t get up to go leave after a while but you decided not to question him. It wasn’t your place anymore, you did your part.
You stopped thinking about him, watching the large trees sway down in the courtyard. You saw some of the leaves on the floor had started to brown and wither, it was a perfect combination of the green grass and bright colors of the flowers. You imagined how it would be outside. How cold the wind would be, your mind wandered to the feeling of the colder days, the feelings of winter and wrapping yourself in 10 blankets just to keep warm, it was fun to just sit in your common room and joke and laugh with friends. Your thoughts were paused when the door swung open squeakily.
A large woman stood there, small nubs coming from the top of her soft pink head, from her lips protruded a couple of fangs but her smile was lovely. In a uncanny way, she was pretty, you’d never seen her before, she wasn’t your therapist. You looked over at Bakugou who had started to get nervous again, his scowl coming back full force. The woman at the door looked down at her clipboard.
“Bakugou?”
You heard him snarl and get up, jabbing his hands into his pants pockets and hunching his shoulders in a very teen angst way. You coughed to get his attention, he didn’t look as displeased when he meets your eyes but his walls were still up.
“What do you want, nerd?”
You scoffed at his words and crossed your arms, “There are windows in the rooms too.”
He seemed to stop, evaluating your words, he was quiet and looked on at you for a moment. You didn’t expect a thank you and he didn’t give you one. The large pink woman patted his shoulder as he walked out the door, beginning to talk about the ‘discoveries that they were going to make about him’’. You snorted out a laugh.
You turned back to the window, you tried not to think about the cold anymore, you just looked on at the swaying trees.