A/N: I am trash for Twenty One Pilots, not gonna lie. I wasn't thinking about sharing any of their songs in this fanfic but as I was writing this chapter I felt like this kind of held the same vibe.

Highly recommend finishing the chapter before watching/listening to it.

Bakugou woke up fairly late the following morning, with the sun shining through his window and nearly blinding him as he slowly stirred to life. His head was clear for once, and his body comfortably relaxed in his bundle of blankets. His eyes fluttered open briefly, then shut again as he yawned and slowly stretched out, groaning slightly as he felt his muscles slowly loosen and joints crack.

With a sigh he rolled over and grabbed his phone to check his messages, deciding he was finally in a good enough mood to look over the group chat Mina had created. There were close to a hundred messages in total, starting with her forwarding the picture of the receipt from the night before. It was mostly a lot of screaming, and laughing, and conspiring. Eventually the chat started to give him a headache, so he left and looked to see if he had any other messages. There was just one other, from Kirishima three hours earlier.

'Sorry my mom called me saying she needs me to come home for something today. Not sure what but I don't know when I'll be back...sounds like there's a chance I won't be back until really late tonight or sometime tomorrow though. If I don't get back tonight I'll see you in class xoxo.'

Bakugou's rare good mood soured. Sure, they hadn't planned on doing anything together that day, but he was certainly hoping that they would at least hang out for a while before the weekend was through. Not to mention Kirishima's text from the night before said he would see him in the morning, but now that prospect was out the merry window. That one text really sabotaged his unplanned plans for the day.

Deciding he wanted an update to be sure, Bakugou sent him a text asking what was going on. As he waited for an answer he reluctantly rolled out of bed and walked over to his closet to throw on the first shirt he saw and brushed his teeth less furiously and energetically than he usually did. When he checked his phone again he had a response.

'Sorry it's personal family stuff. I probably won't be able to text back much either but I miss you. See you tomorrow xoxo.'

Bakugou tossed his phone back on his bed and just stood there for a minute. He let out a long sigh but seemed to himself to be rather unfazed by the information. He would be able to see Kirishima in class tomorrow anyway, just 24 hours later. No big deal.

He started off his day by doing some stretches and some mild warm-up exercises, then plopped down at his desk to go over his homework and see if he needed to study for anything coming up that week in school. But he had already done most of it, it seemed.

The day passed by in a bit of a blur as he mindlessly went through the motions. He kept going over his homework to double-check it, then getting up to stretch and doing some exercises, followed by him practicing controlling his quirk. Though, with his quirk it was difficult to practice it much in his room. So, he filtered through the cycle again until he eventually decided the only thing he could do was exercise.

He did anything and everything that came to mind until eventually his whole body felt like it was on fire and his muscles shook from the travail of his activities, but he kept working. The ache in his limbs, in his stomach, in his whole body kept his mind occupied, and he rather liked the feeling of it.

The pain served as a distraction without him fully realizing it. He was angry, possibly depressed, and more than a little upset at how the day had turned out. Last night he had gone to sleep being so sure of everything, even woke up that morning feeling like he had an idea of what to expect and knew what he should be doing. Then all at once his comfort had left him. He wasn't sure of much anymore, but he wouldn't let himself think of it.

Bakugou thought instead about the ache in his stomach as he continued doing sit-ups. His hands pulled roughly at his hair as he forced himself up again and again, though his entire body cried out to him in protest. He didn't care. Mindlessly he continued the movements until it was hard to breathe, until he physically couldn't move anymore, until the lays rays of sunlight died outside his window and his room was slowly cast in shadow.

Had he left his room at some point to grab food? Or for anything else for that matter? Bakugou wasn't really sure. Honestly he didn't care. He lay on his back, just staring at the ceiling for a while as he listened to every nerve in his body screaming in agony at the overexertion. Maybe he pulled a muscle. Maybe he would care at some point tomorrow. At least he was physically fit already, and he had done a lot of stretches throughout the day, so the damage would probably be minimal. In any case, not much he could do about it now.

With one hand he reached over onto his bed and pulled down his blanket until it fell on top of him in a big pile. He weakly kicked it out over his legs, ignoring their protest at the simple action as the warmth surrounded him.

With one last sigh he felt his head slowly drift off into the realm of his subconscious mind. He had a lot of dreams that night he didn't particularly remember or care to remember, but at least exhaustion had forced him into a deep sleep that assured he would get somewhat decent rest, despite his troubled mind.

And so he had suffered through his day of unexpected depression, never questioning what it meant or what he was feeling, merely because he wasn't the kind of person to think about his feelings. On the rare occasion that he did, he would much rather drown out his feelings with something physical. That much he was used to.

That much he understood.

A/N: I did not mean for things to get this intense and depressing it just kind of happened. And because this is painful and depressing and also pretty short, I'm uploading it much closer to my usual chapter updates. You're welcome...or I'm sorry??? Idk anymore. The next chapter is significantly more hopeful and right around the corner, I promise.