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It was the middle of the night when his damn phone rang. How long had he been asleep? It felt like somewhere in between an hour and a few minutes. And as a light sleeper this woke him right up. With that, his eyes burst open as he violently sat up in bed, already squinting in anger. Why would anyone call him at this hour?! Couldn’t he get some rest for FIVE FUCKING SECONDS? He grabbed his phone aggressively and prepared himself to scream at who ever was calling this late as he answered.
"WHO THE HE-"
"KATSUKI! That is not the way you greet you MOTHER!" His mom snarled into the mic, interrupting him.
He was taken aback for a few seconds. He had completely forgot to read the contact that appears on screen in the middle of a call before yelling. Fuck. He felt a short shiver go through him, before he continued, screeching as if there was no fear buried within him.
"Well, maybe don't FUCKING CALL ME AT 1:30 A.M. IN THE MORNING AND I WON'T!" Bakugo retorted, straining his vocal cords as hard as he could. (As if he didn't already do that every day...)
"Oh, please, you big baby! I can't do anything right according to you! And it isn't even 10 p.m. yet, do you really go to bed that early?"
"How the FUCK else am I going to get up every morning and train?!" He rolled his eyes, before clenching his phone hard and realizing his mistake.
Mitsuki didn't pause for even a second.
"Shut your weak ass up, I could do the shit you do on four hours. Can't you just talk to your mother for a few minutes?"
Weak. that stung. He was about to let out a REAL good scream before he heard his dad on the other side of the line.
"What are you two fighting about? Please just try and get along!" His voice was muffled, but that's what Bakugo could make out of it.
"Katsuki is just SUPER worked up about me calling him SO LATE. You know, the usual teen stuff. If I were there right now, he'd be getting the biggest slapping of his life! I mean, he can't speak to his mother like that!"
"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP, HAG?!"
"This is what I'm talking about! What is even wrong with you, Katsuki?!"
"Mitsuki, please-" Masaru tried to interrupt.
"Shut up! Your always defending him, I just wanted to know how his day was, bond with my son more! And this is the treatment I get?! I will NOT stand for this! I'm so done with you and your little attitude, Bakugo Katsuki! Keep it up, I dare you! See what happens! You might find yourself unenrolled from that little high school you love so much, and then what would you be? Nothing! Goodbye, Kat. I hope you have a real fucked up rest." There was a click. Bakugo's phone slowly drifted from his ear, and eventually, his grip loosened so that it dropped next to him in a mass of covers.
That bitch was so dramatic. She had been calling to ask about his day? Yeah right. What a load of shit. His muscles tensed, and he hit his head and pulled out a bit of hair along with it. What a bitch. What a bitch. What a bitch. It seemed to consume him in that moment. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? Then, there was knocking. He almost didn't hear it over his thoughts. He paused everything he was doing, and took a deep breath as he glanced over to his door and prepared a response.
"What is it?" His voice was a low growl, but if you listened really close, you could hear the stinging echoing throughout his heart. "Oh, well, I heard you screaming. Is something wrong, dude?" It was Kirishima's voice.
"'Course not. What, you think I can't handle it, dumbass? Got into a fight with the hag, that's all. Go back to your room." He wanted to be alone right now. Or well, he thought he did, maybe he could use the company but he couldn’t afford seeming weak.
"Whatever you say, bro." Kirishima’s speech was broken by coughing, but only for a little. "Just know I'm only a room away if you need something."
"Got it, go away!" He said firmly.
"Ok, ok!"
He could hear Kirishima's footsteps as they faded away. He could recognize all his friends footsteps like that, but of course, this time it had been obvious as Kirishima had been the one just speaking anyways. Bakugo threw his phone aside, not even bothering to look where it landed, and he heard a slamming, and he just hoped it didn't break as he rolled over to return back to his sleep. But as he lay there... He couldn't. As much as he tried to relax, no darkness would come. As much as he squinted his eyes closed, he'd blink a few minutes later. He tossed and he turned, but nothing came. His mother’s words just… wouldn’t get out of his head. Angry with himself, he pulled out more strands of his hair and squeezed his fists so that his nails broke his skin. He couldn’t take this being alone right now, he couldn’t take these thoughts. Finally, maybe a few hours later, maybe months, maybe years, he got up, leaving his bed and his hell behind him as he walked out of his lonely room. The door shutting behind his was loud, yet… he needed to hear it.
'I can't believe I'm about to do this dumb shit...' Insults echoed throughout his head as well, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself for this.
There he was. Opening Kirishima's door. He shouldn’t be doing this but he needed to, in his mind. Maybe Kirishima would think that too. He didn't even ask to sleep there, he was too embarrassed, felt too weak. He should've honestly stayed in his own bed and just not slept. But Kirishima didn’t say anything about it. Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to get into bed with his friend, so he laid down right next to it. Bakugo wondered if Kirishima was even awake, he couldn't see Kirishima's eyes in this lighting. But, he could hear Kirishima's almost off breathing. Sometimes it hitched before continuing in a somewhat normal rhythm. Listening to it, Bakugo almost forgot about his hag of a mom, and he had drifted off within seconds.