The atmosphere surrounding the class was intense. Everyone was huddled around the two teens.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Kirishima shouted.

"Nothing. Now leave me alone," Bakugou said calmly from his seat.

"Then why do you keep ignoring me?"

"I'm not. I just can't be bothered to talk to you is all."

"Bakugou! Why do you keep ignoring me!?" Kirishima was getting intense. "These past two weeks you've been dodging my like I'm some sort of plague."

"Well you're annoying as hell."

"That gives you no right to ignore me!"

Bakugou stood up quickly, anger now flowing through his veins. "Shut up Shitty Hair. What I do has nothing to do with you so leave it alone!"

"It does if it involves me."

Bakugou gripped Kirishima by the collar and pulled him closer. "Just shut up before I slam your head into the desk. I don't want to have to listen to that annoying disastrous voice of yours," the lie rolled out of his mouth as smoothly as a cylinder down a hill.

Kirishima stopped struggling and looked like he'd been betrayed. "What is going on here!?" A familiar voice shouted.

Bakugou let go of Kirishima and slightly pushed him away. He sat back down in his chair and watched as Mina, Sero and Denki went to comfort the red-head. "Kacchan and Kirishima-kun were fighting," Midoriya explained.

"Don't do that in my class you two. Now everybody go to your seats. We have work to do."

Everyone shuffled back to their desks. Class went by quickly. Everyone was on edge. When the bell rang, signalling lunch time, Bakugou stood up abruptly and pushed his way out of the classroom and towards the bathroom. He had to push his way against the flowing crowd of students. It was honestly a pain.

He finally reached the bathroom and locked himself inside a cubicle. He lurched over the bowl and heaved. Something felt as though it was lodged in his throat. The sound of dry heaving filled the bathroom as Bakugou struggled. He felt helpless. Finally, the object dislodged itself and landed in the water below. It was a thorn. No wonder it was stuck in there. Blood started pouring out of his mouth and into the toilet. The scratch must be deep.

Bakugou didn't know what to do. How could he stop the bleeding? He started freaking out and in an attempt to keep as much blood in his body as possible, he looked upwards but he couldn't breathe as the blood was pooling up in his mouth. He scuttled upwards and took practically half the roll of toilet paper and held it to his mouth. He ran out of the bathroom and through the near empty corridors towards the nurses office.

The blood was soaking through the paper and onto his hand. He pushed through the door just as he collapsed and everything went dark.

~

Bakugou woke up to a white ceiling. He groaned and sat up. He was exhausted. Recovery Girl walked out of the back room and to Bakugou.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Tired," Bakugou mumbled.

"What happened to your throat?"

Bakugou fumbled over his words as he tried to find an excuse. "I accidentally swallowed a screw."

"Well...that's interesting."

"Can I go now?" Bakugou asked.

"Sure. Be careful."

Bakugou stood up and walked out of the room. He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. He returned to the bathroom only to find his bag outside the stall. He grabbed it and immediately started walking to the dorms. He wasn't sure what time it was but he didn't care. He needed to rest. The halls were empty and quiet. His footsteps echoed as he walked out.

Clouds scattered the blue canvas, blocking the sun. It was slightly darker in which made the winds slightly stronger. Bakugou pushed the door to the dormitories open and rushed up to his room. He threw his bag on the ground and ripped off his shirt and blazer. The thorns were still there, making him angry. He wanted them gone, to disappear. This was not how his life was meant to turn out like. He was meant to grow up to be a hero with no unnecessary setbacks but of course karma had to come pay a little visit.

The thorns were growing slowly. They'd grown around a centimetre. Bakugou let out an angry sigh and ran his hand through his spiky ash-blonde hair. He walked into the en suite and grabbed his razor.

It took some time, but Bakugou managed to rip it open. He grabbed one of the flimsy, tiny blades, accidentally slicing the tip of his finger. He rested his arm over the sink so the thorn was hanging over the basin and brought the razor to the top of the thorn. He pushed hard against the thorn and watched it smoothly come off. Bakugou sighed in relief. One done, three to go.

Two minutes later and four thorns were now in the bin. The stems were still implanted in Bakugou's skin but weren't noticeable as they were thin. He returned to his room and immediately got started on study. He at least wasn't going to let this disease get in the way of his academic achievements.