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There’s something heavy about the room. A weight that Aizawa wishes he could ignore but knows he can’t. Bakugou sits silently and closes himself off. Sinking into a slouch at his desk.
He looks so tired.
“Kid, come on, talk to me.” Aizawa sighs, voice softer than usual. It’s almost a quiet plea. Bakugou huffs, “nothing to talk about.”
“You were in a coma.”
“I don’t give a shit about the coma.”
Aizawa squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to think about how he let his student get hurt. How he let his student almost die.
Obviously, he gave a shit about something. The effects were obvious. Everything that made Bakugou, Bakugou , he had stopped doing. No more yelling, no more fighting, no more trying, and no more ‘bakusquad’.
“Then what is it?”
Bakugou shifts in his spot. “I- I’ve never liked people. Never had friends. I’ve had idiots who follow me. Idiots who idolized me. But never friends. Never anyone like them.” He sniffs, “never anyone like him . He was different. He helped me. He was my friend. I trusted him .”
Aizawa frowns. He doesn’t have to ask who. “ Was ? As in?”
“As in, was . Trust ed. Past tense.”
“Bakugou,” the man starts Carefully, “what happened?”
Silence rings In the air, seconds dragging by until finally, Bakugou shrugs, a broken whisper pushing past chapped lips. “I woke up alone.”
Bakugou passes Kirishima on his way back to his dorm when he finishes talking to Aizawa. The redhead starts to speak.
Bakugou goes into his room and closes the door.
The next morning Kirishima gets up early to wait for Bakugou outside his door. Bakugou hears him.
He doesn’t open the door.
Aizawa doesn’t say anything about him being late.
Between classes, Kirishima tries to talk to Bakugou.
Bakugou asks Deku about his notebook.
Later when Bakugou passes Kirishima,
Kirishima doesn’t wave.
The cycle continues. Bakugou doesn’t talk to anyone. He doesn’t eat lunch with anyone but Aizawa. He doesn’t hang outside of his dorm. He doesn’t exist unless one of his old friends tries to talk to him.
Then he exists to Deku, and he asks him about his notebook, or All Might, or anything.
The days feel heavy.
Bakugou is tired.
It’s a couple of weeks later when Bakugou goes to open the door and sees the shadow of feet through the crack of the door.
Kirishima waits.
Bakugou doesn’t open the door.
Kirishima doesn’t leave.
Hours later there’s a crack and when Bakugou looks up he sees Kirishima has broken the door.
Kirishima seethes.
Bakugou stays frozen on the bed.
“Look, I know you’re gonna yell about the door but I really don’t want to hear it. I tried to talk to you when you came back from the hospital but you avoided me. So I thought maybe you needed space. Then even after I gave you like a week of space you still avoided me and everyone else?! Serious what the hell Baku-“
“No,” Bakugou says.
Kirishima frowns. “No?”
“No,” Bakugou starts, “No- you don’t- You don’t get to be angry with me!”
“Are you seriously-!”
“No! Kirishima! You do not get to be angry with me right now! You don’t get to be angry that I- that I left when- when you left me alone!”
“Bakugou wha-“
“Where were you?! Huh?! Where were you Kirishima?!”
Kirishima shakes his head in confusion, “what? where was I when?”
“When I was in the hospital! When I was in a coma! When I almost died!” Bakugou screams, “where were you when I woke up alone?!”
“Bakugou-“
“Where were you?! Where were any of you?!”
“I-I was with Todoroki- he woke up-“
Tears slide down Bakugous face as he shakes his head, “I trusted you. You and Kaminari, and Sero, and Ashido. I trusted you. I finally let people in and look what happened!”
“He woke up-and after everything that happened. We all wanted to talk to hi-“
“I was alone.”
“We-“
Bakugou shakes his head again, “I almost died and then I woke up alone.”
Kirishima stares hopelessly, tears slipping down his cheeks. He opens his mouth.
Bakugou closes the door.
He is so fucking tired.