"Today, I would like to look at some mental health issues with you all!" Aizawa says, I notice how he looks to everyone but his eyes flash to mine every few seconds.
"What does that have to do with hero work?" Mineta says, rolling his large black eyes.
"Well, let's say a person has," He taps his chin with his index finger, clearly trying to think of something. "PTSD," He finally decides, eyeing me. Why is he looking at me? Finally he continues, "If you are trying to save this person from a villain attack, but they start stressing out and having flashbacks of something then you need to know how to calm them down."
"What even is PTSD? It sounds fake!" Mineta yells, bouncing one of his purple balls up and down. I gotta say, I agree with the first part. What is PTSD?
"PTSD stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it is formed after a traumatic experience, sometimes even started from a remembrance from that event. They can get flashbacks, loss of sleep, angry outbursts, feelings of guilt, or even panic attacks. It is not fake, Mineta."
"Oh hey, Bakugo you have bags under your eyes, have you lost sleep? You definitely have the anger issues down!" Mineta laughs.
"Hall. Now." Aizawa says.
"Wha-"
"Don't make me repeat myself!" He says, looking at me worriedly as he points at the door for Mineta.
I fold my arms over my chest as my eyes droop downward. Do I have PTSD? No, I can't have it.
Aizawa speaks as I attempt to listen, but my mind runs wild. I mean it would make since, I mean the Sludge Villai-
Sludge covers my eyes, drowning out my screams as the monster laughs evilly. The chains wrap around my hands and body as I attempt to get away from the podium. Let me out! Please!
"Bakugo!"
I scream, startled out of my intrusive thoughts. My eyes go wide as I look around the room, sludge. Dripping down the walls and closing in on me.
"Bakugo! Hey, snap out of it! Follow my breathing, one two in, one two out. Okay, do that! Come on, listen to me! I'm right here, we're not leaving you!" I nod, attempting to slow my breathing. As I attempt to listen to his words and look into his black rising hair, the green disappears and is replaced by the confused look of students. Kirishima stands out the most, tears threatening to spill down his face.
"I-"
"What the fuck was that! Oh my God that was hilarious!" Mineta says, the door wide open as he points to me. His laughs strike me like a bullet. I close my eyes, causing me to notice how wet they are, as I take a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Aizawa has a hand on my shoulder, which I attempt to shake off but fail.
Reluctantly, I nod.
"Are you sure?"
"Mhm."
"Really?"
"I said I'm fine!" I snap, standing up and stomping out of the room.
Kirishima beats me to the door, "Will you just tell us what's going on?" He screams, the tears that threatened now spilling out.
I stare at him, unable to speak. Tears flow down his face, causing mine to come back out. "I said I'm fine now move the fuck out of the way Shitty Hair!"
"Please! I want to help!"
I'm supposed to be strong, someone people look up to. And here I am, all eyes on me showing their pity and concern. While I stand here, a laughing stock, as I choke out my sobs. Mineta's laugh echoes in my mind, forming that of the Sludge's. Why does it keep coming back to me, over and over again, like I can't get a break.
My hand raises, as I hold back the explosion that threatens to shoot out. The flashes of the monster come and go, as do the shots of me on the podium. My mouth goes dry at the feeling of metal and slime around it.
"Bakugo!" Kirishima yells. I ignore him.
"Bakugo!" Many others yell. Ignored.
"Bakugo!" I bring my hands to my ears, the explosions unable to be held back. All that comes is a headache and sting, why can't I just die already?
"Katsuki!" Kirishima yells, grabbing my hands as he pins them to my waist and pushes me down. He hides his hardened head into the crook of my neck as he sobs.
Eventually my hands calm down, sweating miserably as the explosions stop and Kirishima softens slightly. Tears flow down my face as I fight to keep my eyes open. When I eventually relax and close them all I feel is emptiness and being trapped.
"Calm down! Stop, please! Don't try and hurt yourself like that, I hate seeing you like this. What's bothering you?" He says into my ear, still crying.
I nod, unable to speak. My mind is empty, all I can focus on is Kirishima's beautiful skin on mine.
"Oh my God you fucking fags! That's hilarious!"
"Shut up! Will you just shut up you fucking grape! I'll kill you!" Kirishima stands up, yelling with anger.
I follow behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck as my eyes droop close, my body now unable to support itself. The last thing I feel before it all turns black is the fluff of Kirishima's somehow-soft hair.
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