Kirishima's pov:

I quietly close my door behind me and slide down it. Hot tears endlessly stream down my already red and puffy face. I grip my hair in an attempt to stop the voices that pulsed through my head. I feel an urge to hit something. Luckily I have a punching bag that I can use. I wobbly make my way over to the punching bag and start hitting it with all I've got without activating my quirk. I even continue to punch after the point of bleeding. Around five more minutes past and I feel my legs collapse in on themselves. I lie on the floor in a mixture of blood and tears until I see the sun rise.

I slowly crawled to my bathroom and striped to have a shower. The warm water hitting my knuckles, making me hiss in pain. I stay in there for a good twenty minutes before walking out. I change into my school uniform before I have the chance to look at my disgusting body. As I gel my hair up, I can't help but think about how useless and how annoying I am.

I leave my dorm room after bandaging my knuckles. Like usual, I wait outside of Bakugo's dorm. I scroll through the crazy messages from the Bakusquad group chat, chuckling every once in a while until I get a message from a random number.

I tap on it and what it says makes my heart shatter into tiny pieces.

839 478 483: We're coming back for you...Rocky❤️

They're after me again...I feel my phone slip out of my shaky hand and hit the floorboards with a crash. I slowly bend down to grab my phone while keeping my balance but when I go to grab it, I'm shaking so much that I can't actually pick it up which causes me to worry more.

"Yo, Shitty Hair, hurry and pick up your phone." Bakugo was hovering over me with his hands stuffed into his pockets while he waited for me to get a grip on my phone. The sudden shock of someone talking scared me and since I had my guard up a lot more than usual, I immediately activate my quirk and get up in a fighting position. I realize I am safe and no harm will come my way so I immediately deactivate my quirk.

"I have 3 questions and you better answer truthfully." Bakugo growled in my face. I nodded for him to continue after I finally get a grip on my phone and stuff it into the back pocket of my navy blue school trousers.

"firstly, why are your knuckles bandaged up?" bakugo asked in a curious tone. I could see his face soften up a bit, but not a lot.

"I was training last night and kinda got a bit carried away..." I lie with a fake smile.

"Ok..." Bakubro didn't seem to believe me but he didn't press which was good. The next question he asked made me freeze up.

"Second question," Bakugo continues, "Why'd you activate you're quirk when I spoke to you?" I think Bakugo was a bit worried for me.

Who am I kidding? He would NEVER worry about a pathetic loser like me... I gave him a half-truth answer.

"Ever since we entered UA, I've had my guard up a lot more for some reason." I sleekly lie. Bakugo stays quiet for a bit, probably processing what I just told him.

"Tsk. Let's just go to breakfast shitty hair." My best bro grumbles out, forgetting about the last question.

"Yeah!" I put on my classic grin. Bakugo and I walk in an awkward silence to the common area. I speed walk over to the 'Bakusquad' when I see them and they smile at me when I reach them but then Mina's eyes drift to my knuckles and she lets out a small whine which attracted the unwanted attention from my other friends.

"What happened to your knuckles Kiri!?" Mina shouted and all of class 1-A turned their heads towards me, their eyes planted on my hands. I start to get really nervous and do the old nervous foot twitching.

"Well, I sort of got carried away with training last night..." I rub the back of my neck and give off a bright toothy grin. Everyone lets out a breath of relief and return to their breakfasts. Mina's chirpy voice caught my attention.

"I am so glad you are ok!" She bounces up with relief.

"What are you eating Denki?" I ask the lightning boy.

"Oh! I'm eating Cherrios!" He replies through a mouthful of Cherrios.

"Ewwww!" Mina mocks.

"That's so manly bro!" I exclaim and give a big thumbs-up.

I was sitting at my desk five minutes after the bell had rung; Mr. Aizawa STILL wasn't here. Everyone was about to head over to their friends when he finally arrived.

"Ok class, sit down. You don't have time to be chatting if you want to be pro hero's." Mr. Aizawa says with his ever present fed-up tone.

"You're the one who came five minutes late!!" Bakugo shouts with his legs propped up onto his desk.

"Now you're wasting even more time with your complaining." Mr. Aizawa activates his quirk on Bakugo before he has the chance to blow up the classroom. I would snicker at how furious he looked but I had no energy to waste.

After Mr. Aizawa solved that issue, he explained what we would do for class.

"Finally lunch time!" Mina whines in pleasure.

"Yeah, I'm so hungry bro!" I rub my stomach to emphasis my point.

I was walking through the student filled hallways at the back of the bakusquad with Bakugo angrily walking next to me. I was really tired and fed-up with faking my emotions so I am going to take a break until we reach the cafeteria, hoping that Bakugo doesn't notice the change in my personality. I drop my smile and my head so I'm looking at my feet and no one can see the never-ending pain I feel.

Sadly, I only have a 5 minute break from my acting before I have to start again. It was like a show; when I'm around other people I'm on stage and when I'm alone I'm back stage.

I had my red, middle length and messy locks out and a black track suit on while eating dinner with the rest of the class. Bakugo had cooked beef udon for us and it was really good. "Thankyou bro! This is super manly!" I slurp my noodles up and turn my head to the right to face Bakugo while keeping my head over the bowl as to not lose any of the content in my mouth. The ash blonde gave me a quick glance before scoffing and telling me to shut it so he could enjoy his food.

It was 8:30 pm by the time I finished washing up duty and I was exhausted. I folded the hand towel and placed it next to the sink before heaving myself up to my room. I flopped down on my bed with a loud groan. Before I had the chance to change out of my clothes I was unconscious on my bed.

It was dark once again. I was in my bedroom at home. This dream...every night. Already knowing what will happen, I push myself out of the familiar bed and walk to my parents bedroom. There I see her; my mom with a noose around her neck and blood dripping from her wrists. I stood there in shock. Even though I have this dream nearly every night, it gets me razed up and it always catches my off guard. My dad soon walks in and starts blaming me for the sight that confronts the two of us.

Then he pulled out his fist.

I wake up on the floor again...screaming. Crying. Breaking. I immediately cover my mouth to muffle my pained screams and sobs, ignoring the tears that stained my hands. The dream is becoming even more vivid and gruesome every night. I lie on the ground for the rest of the night, contemplating on whether or not to take a sick day tomorrow to gather my unstable thoughts.

The sun illuminates my room while I lie down on my bed. It's 12:00 pm and I'm trying to get a decent sleep but it isn't working. I toss and turn in bed for a few minutes before giving up and grabbing my phone. I scroll through Instagram until I hear a strange noise. I turn my phone off and leave it on my bed before following the direction of the noise but before I could leave my dorm, someone wrapped a black cloth around my mouth and I almost immediately lost my consciousness.