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“You fucking brat! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” screamed Mitsuki at Bakugou. “I CAN’T STAND YOUR BITCHY ASS ANYMORE! YOU’RE FUCKING UNGRATEFUL! GET OUT AND DON’T COME BACK! THE DOOR WILL BE LOCKED!”
‘Shit,’ he thought. It was 11 pm and it was pouring. ‘It’s fucking raining. Fuck fuck fuck. Where the hell am I supposed to go. Shit.’
“Did you hear me you brat! I said GET. OUT.” Mitsuki grabbed Bakugou’s wrist and pulled him towards the front door and kicked him out.
“Wait, I need to-” Bakugou started. Mitsuki looked at him with such animosity that he couldn’t grasp what was happening. She slammed the door in front of his face and left him outside in the rainstorm.
He started hyperventilating. It's dark and he’s wet. His quirk isn’t going to work in the rain. He doesn’t want to be kidnapped again.
“Ok, calm down you weak little shit,” he said to himself. “You’re the fucking top of the class. You can get through the night. This is fucking tamed compared to Ka- the incident.”
He stood at his front door, contemplating on what to do. In the end, he decided to walk, ‘cause if she saw him standing out in the front yard, she wouldn’t just throw hands, she’d throw knives.
‘Wow, such great fucking memories’ Bakugou thought sarcastically. As he was walking around, people stared at him, more importantly, a small crowd of 5 people in their 20’s, saying words he couldn’t hear. His eyes squinted, trying to focus on his hearing. When he couldn’t hear anything, he realized something:
‘Shit, did they fucking break’ His hands went to his ears and took out his hearing aids. As he held it towards his face, it started crackling. He sighed. Just his fucking luck. They fucking broke.
His eyes darted around, seeing more and more people. ‘What the fuck it’s 11. Wait, there weren't this many people before. Shit-’ He realized what was going on. ‘They’re fucking ganging up on me. Gotta get away gotta get away. But where.. You know what, just RUN’
Bakugou dash through the crowd. ‘I can’t run forever, gotta get help. But who from..’
He was running for five minutes until he stopped. “The fucking convenience store.” he whispered, or, at least he thought he did. Looking around, Bakugou decided that it was best to get out of the rain. He walked in and immediately walked to the back aisle, where people outside cannot see him if they were to look into the store’s window.
Bakugou took out his phone, the only belonging he had on him. He immediately went into his contacts to look for people who would be willing to let him stay the night.
‘Eijirou - he’d ask too many questions and be too worried. Black eyes - she’d call Eijirou. Dunce Face - it's raining and staying at his house would be a fucking nightmare. Soy Sauce Face - he’s probably high. Deku - no way in hell. Fuck..’ He scrolled down his short list of contacts. He kept scrolling until he came across a name. ‘Fuck..maybe I should-’
*PING* His eyes shot up to see who entered.
He saw the people from earlier coming in. Red Face, Whiteboard, Mister. Built-like-a-cardboard, Dry Ass, Water Bottle...shit. The whole crowd was here.
His eyes dropped down to his phone again. ‘Fuck this shit.’ He pressed on the contact and sent his location.