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POV: Bakugo Katsuki. BEEP BEEP BEEP! I sit up too quickly, and immediately feel the complaints of my muscles. I quickly shut the loud ass alarm off. My head feels like shit. I stand up and walk to my closet. I get my uniform on, brush my teeth, and leave my hair alone. It’s always spiky, anyways. I exit my room in the dorm, and go downstairs to the kitchen. ‘You’re fat enough, dumbass.’ I walk to class, head down, per usual. The entrance of 1-A enters my vision. My heartbeat is in my ears. Reaching for the door, I realize my hands are shaking. I ignore it. I’m fine. I slam the door open and stomp in. Once in my seat, I use my arms as a cushion. ‘Shit. I only got like 2 fucking of fucking sleep.’ Then Hair-for-brains walks up to my desk. I can see his damn shoes. “What is it, Shitty hair?!?” I yell, lifting my head and putting on my “signature” snarl. “Woah man! Just wanted to ask if you’re ok!” He replied with a huge grin. “HAH? ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME? FUCK OFF!” I shouted. I ignored his babbling, and rolled my eyes. I look out the window and admire the view. Cherry blossoms are blooming right now. ‘Pretty’ Aizawa-sensei walked in and started to drone on about something. The lesson was a blur. I could hardly keep my attention on him. The lunch bell rings and I snap out of my daydreaming. I skip the lunch line and wait for the self proclaimed “Bakusquad” to sit down. ‘Don’t need food anyway, you fatass. God, look at you. Your fat is oozing out of your clothes. You look disgusting.’ I think to myself. As soon as the last thought comes, the “Bakusquad” join me. They talk among themselves, leaving me to think. ‘You are so fucking worthless. You’re a villain. A coward. A fuck-up. Disgusting. Fat. Ugly. Annoying. Rude. Pathetic. Weak.” The cycle repeats constantly until finally, fucking finally, the bell rings. I walk to the classroom and take my seat. The thoughts flow freely when I’m alone or thinking about nothing in particular. That’s why I yell. So maybe, just maybe, someone will notice and talk to me or distract me or fucking DO something. ‘But that never happens, does it? No one likes you.‘ My breath quickens, and my heart, too. “I’m going to the fucking bathroom!” I yell as I walk out. I rush to the bathroom, and barely make it into a stall before collapsing against the toilet. My eyes sting with a familiar pain. Pathetic tears fall and run down my cheeks. ‘Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Stop fucking crying, you useless piece of shit!’ I try to stop, but the tears feel like they’ll never end. Once I finally stop crying like a fucking baby, I walk out of the stall. I look in the mirror and immediately cringe at the reflection. “Holy shit, I look awful.” My hair is flattened on the sides, where I previously gripped my hands. My eyes are rimmed with red and my eyelashes are soaked with tears. In fact, the tear stains are clear as day on my red cheeks. I wash my face, and clean up as best as I can. I take a quick glance at my reflection and decide it's good enough. The final bell rung as soon as I opened the fucking bathroom door. ‘So much for being number one in class, huh?’ I walk to the dorms, and stop at the entrance. I put on a mask of anger and stomp to my room. Everyone rightfully took that as their cue to leave me the fuck alone. I glance at the alarm, it read 5:10 pm. ‘Guess I’ll kill time at the training grounds.’ I put on a black tank top with a light windbreaker over it and a pair of sweatpants. I carry my shoes the rest of the way and put them on at the door. Unsurprisingly, no one even acknowledged me. I train the rest of the night away. I train until my muscles scream and beg for me to stop and rest. Until I’m puking and dry heaving my non-existent dinner. Until my thoughts are gone for a split second. Until my mind is empty. Until the pressure in my chest fades. Until I can’t any longer. Until I collapse. I walk to the dorms, barely staying awake. Once in my room, I pass out on my bed.
~Time Skip~
POV: Third person Katsuki opens his eyes. His head aching and wrists sore. He looks around, anxiety immediately spiking throughout him. He’s chained to a wall, a gag in his mouth. Looking around, he notices the red stains everywhere. No matter where he looks, he saw spots of what he hopes isn’t blood. The walls were dirty and peeling. The door suddenly opened and in came three people. A guy with hands all over him, a man covered in what Katsuki thinks are burns, and a girl in a school uniform. The girl took off the gag and spoke, “Hiya, cutie!” Her voice was high and annoying. He took a second to process what he heard. “What did you say, you dumbass?!” His question was left unanswered as the other villains walked out, leaving him alone with the girl. The man with hands all over shouted, “Don’t kill him, Toga.” on his way out. “Fuck off!” Katsuki shouted. The girl, Toga, he presumed, just giggled. She pulled out a knife and walked towards him. Katsuki hid his fear and panic beneath a snarl. “Don’t worry…,” she said with a giggle, “this'll hurt a lot!” She placed the cold blade of the knife to Katsuki's arm and sliced him, over and over again. He held his mask of strength, even through his pain and fear. Then finally, finally, the slicing stopped. Unfortunately, something worse came. Toga spoke suddenly, after she finished her crazed giggling and slicing, “Let’s do something else!!” Katsuki lifted his head for the first time since she came near him. Her eyes held a dangerous glint that Katsuki didn’t like. “What do you mean..?” Katsuki asked. He was terrified. The girl began to run her hands under his shirt, leaning in closer to Katsuki. Suddenly everything went dark and he shot up. He woke up with anxiety vibrating throughout his entire chest. His previous nightmare flashing through his mind. His lungs couldn't seem to take the desperately needed oxygen. Tears leaked uncontrollably out of his blurred eyes. Smoke surrounding him, caused by the burnt sheets from his quirk. Katsuki was shaking with such fear that anyone watching him could feel it radiating off of him.