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The wind was mildly defining. It was also very cold.
Bakugo sat staring off into the darkness of the night with glassy eyes.
The bridge he sat on allowed the breeze to harrass his hair, making it look unruly and wild.
He payed no mind to the nightime cyclers, that came at random intervals, nor to the cars that filled the background with white noise. He only sat and stared ahead, watching the water flow deep and dark.
who knows for how long he's been just sitting. Staring.
He was just a random kid who looked like he ran away from home, still in his uniform.
His aching arms prevented him from feeling devoid, but yet he felt empty past his skin- like if he was just skin.. skin and hollow insides.
Bakugou right now, was Just a dumb kid- who looks to the dark pools. A kid who looks into the depths of the water a kid who wonders..
Who wonders-
... who wonders..
The blonde stayed tuned out from the blurry world, only coming back when he heard the sound of shoes crushing against asfalt. Slow and dead-like.
Who wonders...
The shoes Tripped.
Soon- not long after he hears small sniffles, choked out sobs.
Who...
He let out a heavy sigh, simultaneously as the shoes stopped in place. The cries stop.
It was then quiet for a while, Bakugo continued to sit. The shoes continued to stay still.
The wind continued to mildly deafin him, the cold continued to bite. No cyclers rode by, no cars made white noise.
His arms hurt, as bruised as they were.
Someone was crying. It wasn't him.
The blond turned his head towards the other person. Eyes lagging behind until they reached the face of another middle school boy, not the same school however.
He had raven hair, it blended in with the night sky- fluffy spikey strands and the wind too, did it no justice.
His face was a whole new Matter. No scratches or bruises in sight- no apparent reason to be crying- yet, the tear stains down his face paired with blood shot eyes still watering makes it look like he got his ass handed to him.
Though... Bakugo knows there might be a chance that the skin under his clothes tell a different story.
He looks... skinny.
For a moment or two moments, they just stare at eachother.
Bakugo, usually, would take the day's frustrations- take his pain and pent up emotions and manifest a knife, he would stab, chop and cut at people- chewing on their flesh and filling himself.
Hurt people.
This randno would've long burst a new set of tears, run away and cry to whoever it may concern- usually.. but Bakugo didn't have it in him today. Today was too much.
He just watched as the other watched, looked away after a beat and saw deep dark pools. When he didn't hear shoes on asfalt he assumed the weirdo was just standing there, when the boy climed up to sit next to him- he wasn't expecting it.
When the kid slowly started to shrink in on himself, letting his tears be carried away in the wind- Bakugo didn't say anything.
When they sat there for who knows how long, tears dried and pain subsided- all but a distant thing in their lives, Bakugou didn't say anything.
It was strange.. sitting with a stranger he doesn't even know- co-existing in the same peice of their world. Bakugo feels like shit, this rando guy also feels like shit.. if there's anything to go off of.
The blonde boy decided he would say something. Mabey it was the little voice at the back of his head saying "he's like me, this boy is like me."
"Your fucking ruining my peace." Not exactly what he wanted to say. But it wouldn'tve come out any different if he were to try again.
The boy startled at the sudden break of silence, his eyes snapped to Bakugo a little wide.
"Sorry" he croaked out, his head fell to look at his feet- Bakugo's eyes followed. "I.. can't go back- not yet."
His shoes were off.
Bakugo slowly dragged his eyes towards his own pair of shoes that sat on the pavement.
"Me either." It got carried away with the wind.
At this, the boy looked into his eyes. Red- just like his own. "... Did your parents do that?" He asked, his hand came to brush against his arm, curious- the move was so unfamiliar yet familiar that it got his body to react like it has done over and over, Bakugo flinched away hard, his arm raising palm spread.
It was ridiculous how fast his heart was already beating, anger rose up.
"Dont touch me, bitch!"
The curious fingers, too, flinched away.
Now they both were at this limbo of stiff muscles- Bakugo's outburst shocked the raven boy. After a second, he snapped out of the stupor.
"I- I'm so sorry! Really..." He apolgized- the kid looked frazzled.. mabey too frazzled.
Bakugo groaned. God. What was he doing reacting like that? This kid probally just had a bad fucking day, Bakugo had to go and assume shit.
"Fuck, just- shut up, its fucking whatever." he excused, gripping the edge of the bridge rail, slowly, the other boy did the same, shrinking again. "Sorry... really."
It was quiet once more. No cyclers, no cars, biting cold and slightly deafening wind.
Bakugo spoke up again.
"Yeah." He left it at that. Or at least he tried to. "It looks horrible." The other supplied, and his hair stood up.
Now- Bakugo has never had a reason to be ashamed of his bruises and blisters, they're either under his clothes- or he's not around anyone with prying eyes.
That comment however, makes him want to burn his skin away, he tried pulling his sleeves lower over his wrists, failing in the long run.
"My names Kirishima.. Eijirou." He gave a smile to Bakugo. Who knows why he even bothered, Bakugo can tell it's fake as hell.
"Can we... talk? Just for a little?" Kirishima asked, he sounded so small and breakable, looking like he just asked the world from Bakugo.
In return, the blonde just grunted noncommittaly. He's like me. His brain can't help but scream to him.
"Bakugo Katsuki." He returned eventually, usually he'd just scoff at the other and turn away, hardly interested in the lives of extras. He looked down to his arm, his sleeve blowing ever so slight and tickling the black and blue spots.
"Just ignore the bruises. All you need to know is that my mother's a bitch and my father's a coward."
Kirishima laughed light at that, and Bakugo cant fucking understand why he's bothering. "I get that." And it was so small.
Does he?
Mabey it was a test of sorts, Bakugo needed to know if this kid really did get it. So, he said "I hate her. Nothing is ever enough with her." I'm never enough stayed unsaid.
This simple words slipped up his throat and out his mouth. And even though he himself threw out the little test, his brain still declared, "this boy is like me."
There was a lump forming in his throat. Even he, couldn't fight the reality- no matter how big he puffed his chest, the heart found inside still ached with desire to make that woman proud. It was so fucking pointless.
His mother. The woman who inflicts pain onto him. When she hurts him Bakugo has no choice but to hurt others. It's how he copes, it's how he functions.
Kirishima hummed. "I don't hate her, I wish she didn't hate me." Kirishima dosen't feel Bakugo's turmoil.. dosen't understand why that simple statement shocked him.
Does this guy not care that he's opening up to a stranger?
He looked to Bakugo's sleeved arm, his brows furrowing. "... how..?" He asked but not really, his irises flicked up to Bakugo's face.
The blonde didn't return the look. Fine. If this is the weird new dynamic.. why not. He's sure Kirishima won't say anything.
"She has this fuck ass wooden ruler. Whenever she's not happy with me- she takes my arms and shows me just how upset she is."
Kirishima's head drifted out to the water. "My ma never hit me.. but sometimes I wish she just beat me and get it over with."
Oh Bakugo thinks.. he's not like me
They both stay there some more. And it only got later, and they only talked sometimes.. both of them only giving away so much. A little peek into what they are.
They aren't the same after all, but also, they are same.
Kirishima Eijirou.
Bakugo Katsuki.
Two troubled children.
That night Bakugo got home way past his bedtime. His mother didint even try to question him, she allowed him to let off steam on his own. So he simply ran up the stairs. She didn't get the chance to lay her eyes on him. And who knows where her lapdog was, Bakugo didn't lay his eyes on him either.
The boy layed face up on his bed after applying ointment to his swollen arms, letting the day leave him in an exhale.
He thought back to Krishima Eijirou. That boy.. the bridge is somewhere Katsuki always is on hard days. He wonders if Kirishima will be there too.
It didn't take long for sleep to catch up with him.