A/N: as you'll read, you'll notice that Bakugou refers to himself as Bakugou. I've done it on purpose to excentuate the fact that Bakugou thinks so lowly of himself that he doesn't even deserve to call himself by his first name.

⚠️Suicide attempt, sexual assault mentioned, suicidal thoughts, abuse indications⚠️

Bakugou's PoV:

It's been a week of pain. Everyone has been either ignoring Bakugou or glaring disgustingly at him. He sometimes can hear them talking about what he did to Midoriya and the photo. Bakugou feels small, smaller than he's ever felt before. He wants to die... and he is.

The moon still lingers in the sky as the sun starts to break the darkness. It's misty outside as Bakugou sits on the edge of the 14 story high building (I just counted the floors), approximately 252 feet (I worked it out). He is almost guaranteed a certain death from this height. Almost.

Bakugou's cold feet press against the concrete ledge. His hair ruffles in the wind. The note of paper pinned down by his shoe flutters in the wind ever so slightly. The view from above is eye-capturing. If he was a photographer, he'd snap the best photo. The sun peaks between the skyscrapers.

He looks down the drop. Everything, including the trees look tiny. Though the drop scares Bakugou, knowing he'll be free overpowers it. He stands up and outstretches his arms, letting the wind play with his clothes. He closes his eyes and a soft smile makes its way onto his face. He takes in a deep breath, chest expanding as the cold enters his lungs. His arms drop back to his side and he stares at the bandage on his hand, ripping it off almost immediately, throwing it to the side. A murky yellow surrounds the raised wounds. Scabs have already formed over them.

Bakugou looks back out at the scenery. "Time to be free," he whispers. Turning around, he rolls onto the heels of his feet and falls backwards off the building, waiting a few seconds for the impact. Wait... I don't wanna die! No, this isn't a good idea!

His back comes into contact with the hard ground, he rebounds up, head lolled backwards.

Kayama's PoV: (Midnight)

Nemuri is walking towards the U.A. high campus. It's 2 hours before school begins but she has many papers to mark. Sighing, she leans forward, entering through the gate and walking towards the doors. Something catches her downcasted eyes attention. She looks across and sees a body on the ground, blood pooling around them.

"Bakugou?" She asks herself. She takes in the scene, finally realising what had happened. She runs over, screaming, "Bakugou!" She kneels in front of the boy and pulls out her phone, calling 119 with shaky hands. Her eyes glaze over with tears. She grabs the boys left hand and rubs her thumb comfortingly into his palm. She spots the healing bruises on his wrists but doesn't think much of it.

The beeping cuts off to a male voice, "This is 119, what's your emergency?"

"I think someone tried to commit s**cide," she says frantically.

"Where are you, ma'am?"

"I'm at U.A. High School. Please hurry. His head's bleeding."

"OK, help is on the way. Do you know what happened?"

"N-No. I was coming early to grade some papers and I saw him on the ground. I think he jumped..."

"I'm so sorry... do you want to stay on the line?"

"No, I'll be fine," she says shakily.

Soon, the call ends and Nemuri doesn't hesitate to call Shouta's contact. It beeps a few times before the gruff, tired man picks up. "What do you want now, Nemuri?" he grumbles.

Her heart beats fast in her chest, her eyes trailing down the young boy's body. "It's Bakugou. He tried to...he committed s**cide. The ambulance is on the way." Immediately, shuffling is heard on the other end.

"I'm on my way. Where are you?" He asks, followed by laboured breathing.

"Outside the main campus."

He hangs up and Nemuri studies the limp boy. She spots the scar on his other hand and begins sobbing, the tears falling into her lap. Not long passes and Shouta finds his way beside Nemuri. He kneels down beside Nemuri and checks his pulse. "He's barely hanging on," he whispers.

Sirens grow louder in the distance and Nemuri stands up. "I-I'll let them in," she says and immediately runs towards the large gate. Not even a minute inches by before the ambulance shows up. The paramedics jump out of the truck and Nemuri opens the gate for them. They rush over to Bakugou, murmuring things to each other but also shouting orders. They put his neck into a brace and gently place him on a stretcher, carrying him into the truck. Shouta begged to go with them, but they wouldn't allow it, saying he could go visit at the hospital. The truck quickly drove off, disappearing into the distance.

"Fuck sake!" Shouta screams.

Nemuri rests a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Shouta. He'll be fine, he's strong. You should grab his stuff from the rooftop," she says softly. He looks at her with sad eyes, tears threatening to spill before slowly nodding. Nemuri knows this is something he should do alone, considering how much closer he is to the boy. "I have papers to grade. Why don't you go up by yourself? I think that's the smarter decision."

Shouta doesn't say anything, just heads into the building.

Aizawa's PoV:

Shouta knows he should bring Bakugou's stuff down before it's stolen, and he wants to get to the hospital as fast as he can, so he races up the stairs and towards the rooftop. Peeling the door open he hurries to the edge of the building where he sees his school shoes resting on the ground. He picks them up as well as the piece of paper it holds down. Unfolding it, Shouta slowly reads the note.

Hey whoever's reading this. You probably already know it's Katsuki Bakugou, but if you idiots don't, well I'm Katsuki Bakugou. I hate this sappy shit and having to write a note, but I know there is explaining to do so here I am. Well, I've killed myself, finally. It took long enough for it to happen. It's been rough at home and at school, with everyone hating me and stuff. Also, sorry you stupid nerd about fucking middle school. If I was still alive, I'd beat your ass and be the number 1 hero instead of you though.

Also, screw you Mum and Dad. Screw you, you sadist – and you know I'm talking about you, Hayami. I hope you all rot in hell.

This is to you, you ugly bastard, Hayami... Now what are you going to do? I'm dead, you have no control over me. You'll probably move onto the next person and I swear, if I see you do what you did to me to someone else, I'm coming for you. I'll haunt you until the day you die. I'll rise from the dead and beat you up so fucking hard you'll die. You had control over me for 4 years and now you don't. you didn't decide this for me, I did. I chose to end my life and there was nothing you could do about it.

Kirishima, I'm sorry. Sorry I was such a trash boyfriend; I know it was a pain and a burden to have to look after my weak ass self. You probably hate me, and I understand, especially after what happened last week. I know I'm gross, don't say it to me. I love you and have always appreciated the love and support you gave me even though I always screamed at you.

Aizawa-sensei. Yeah, I'm writing to my teacher in a suicide note. Shut up, extras. Yeah, you're annoying as fuck and a lazy person, but you still could've at least tried to get through to me when I was so obviously reaching out for help. I know you probably don't care (not surprised), but I wanted help and I wanted you to help save me from my nightmare, but you failed. Not to put the pressure on you, but maybe try harder in being a support pillar.

Deku. I guess I should thank you for always being there for me in middle school even though I was your bully. Don't let this go to your head, nerd! I still hate you. You knew about my parents' relationship so you let me bully you. You allowed me to release my anger on you. I shouldn't've said what I said near the beginning of our third year. That was really shitty and everything. So sorry about that. I just...Hayami, you know... yeah, and I was not in the mood to deal with anyone, and you were just so easy to target because you allowed me to. I tried to find the notebook that I burned but I couldn't find it. Oh, and, how's Aunty? Tell her I'm sorry for what I did.

Last but not least, Mum. Where do I begin? Oh yeah, why don't we start from my childhood. If you can even call it that. You were always an insensitive bitch but like, I'm your child and you still got angry with dad around me. My childhood comprised mainly of you and dad shouting at each other. It pisses me off far more than you'd ever know. It was terrifying being curled up near the couch while you fought. When my Quirk manifested, the only reason why I seeked such gratification from those around me was because you neglected me emotionally. You were always so preoccupied with something Dad had done wrong or with your stupid work that you failed to look after me. I hate you more than Dad and that's saying something. Rot in hell, both of you.

Well, bye assholes. I don't really care much anymore. I just want to be dead.

Shouta hated how carefree his letter sounded. How it sounded like any other letter he may send, though a lot deeper. He crumples the paper in his fists and takes a deep breath. He stuffs the letter into his pocket and heads back down the stairs and to the front gates of U.A.. Students are slowly starting to arrive at school. He pulls out his phone and calls Hizashi, who immediately picks up.

"Oh my gosh. I was so worried! I woke up and you'd just, poofed, into thin air," he says dramatically.

"Hizashi, I'm going to the hospital. Bakugou is there," Shouta says stoically.

"Is he alright?!"

"I don't know. That's why I'm going to the hospital. Tell Sho-Todoroki that I'm going to be out for the day. Don't tell him anything about Bakugou. I want you to take over homeroom and tell the class collectively that Bakugou is in hospital. I'll explain everything when I get home tonight."

"OK, yeah, sure... I love you, Sho."

"I love you too, 'Zashi." He hangs up and walks towards the train station. Mind running wild, fearing the idea that his own student didn't survive such a dangerous fall. Shouta subconsciously found his way to the hospital. When he realised he'd arrived, he sprang for the receptionist desk.

"I'm looking for Katsuki Bakugou," he says to the female.

"What's your relationship with him?" she asks.

"Homeroom teacher."

"OK. Up 2 floors and to the right. Room 148."

Shouta speed-walks to the elevator, spamming the button. After a couple of seconds, Shouta gets too impatient and runs up the stairs, heart pounding. When he enters the room, Bakugou is hooked up to IV's and his head is wrapped in a bandage and leg in a cast. The heartbeat monitor beeps in the background. He also wears a blue spotted gown. Shouta walks to his side and sits down beside him. He looks over him. Fading bruises line his wrists and jawline.

Suddenly, a doctor walks in with a clipboard. "Are you the boys' father?" she asks sturdily.

"No. I'm his homeroom teacher," he says, turning around to face the female.

"I'm on a busy schedule so I'll have to talk to you. Can you relay this message to his parents?"

Shouta pushes the anger bubbling up back down. "Yes."

"Ok...He's broken his leg, has two fractured ribs. The 4th and 6th. One accidentally punctured his lung. He also has fractured his Lumbar Vertebrae," she informs (Let's pretend they didn't realise how malnourished Bakugou is). "More minor injuries are two cuts on his right hand that were self-inflicted. They had to be stitched. A large bruise on his stomach and some around his wrists, jawline and hips. There was also a head wound that wasn't as serious as it seemed. Don't worry, we have a specialist doctor who'll be coming in to heal him." Looking up, she adds sympathetic, "Whatever happened to this boy is horrible."

"Will he... will he be able to become a hero?" Shouta asks, silently pleading it is a yes. Breaking your back isn't something to mess with.

"I believe he can. the doctor coming in tomorrow most likely will be able to save him." She looks at her watch and panics. "I'm sorry, sir. I have to go attend to other patients."

Shouta stares down at the boy, tears pricking his eyes. Dread consumes him whole, realising that he could never save the boy. Shouta cups Bakugou's right hand and gently squeezes it. "It's going to be OK, kid."

An hour passes before the door to the hospital room swings open. A boy with bushy green hair runs in with puffy eyes and large tear streaks. He pauses for a second before stumbling over to his childhood bestfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Kacchan. It's all my fault," Midoriya apologises as he stares down at the peaceful face. He'd never guess that his best friend could be in the hospital. He knew it was suicide. No one had to tell him that, he always knew Bakugou was contemplating it.

Shouta turns his head around, persona turning to stone. "What are you doing here? You're meant to be at school."

"When Yamada-sensei told us that Kacchan was in hospital, I had to come. I waited till the end of homeroom before running out," he explains sadly, whipping the tears away. "W-What's going to happen to him?"

A nervous silence layers itself in the room. "He'll," Shouta begins unsurely, "well, he broke his back but he'll be OK. A doctor is coming in with a special Quirk to heal him."

Midoriya breaks down onto the ground, burying his hands into his eyes. "I'm s-so sorry! I didn't me-mean it Kacchan," he sobs. Shouta sits down beside the boy and gently brings him into his arms. Midoriya grips onto his scarf harshly. Shouta lulls the panicking boy for some time before his sobs die down.

"Problem Child, let's play a game. I'll draw shapes into your back and you have to guess what they are," he says softly.

"It-It's all my fault. I couldn't save him," he mumbles. "It's my fault. If I hadn't snapped then that wouldn't've happened and he'd s-still be OK," Midoriya begins to overthink.

"Kid, I want you to focus on this game, alright?"

Midoriya tightens his grip, knuckles turning white and he slowly nods. His sobs have died down, but the crying is still forever present. He gently rubs his finger on his back in a smiley face. "Smiley face." He hiccups.

"Good. Now, next one." They play the game until Midoriya's cries turn into sniffles. He peels himself off his homeroom teacher, quickly apologising. "I have Bakugou's note here if you want to read it," Shouta says stoically, as usual.

Midoriya hesitates and nods. He brings the letter out from his back pocket and hands it over. He watches as Midoriya slowly opens the piece of paper, eyes soaking in all the information and how the tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He folds the piece of paper up and holds it in his hand, taking in a deep breath and whipping the tears away.

The door once again opens, but this time it's two adults that can be identified as Bakugou's parents. Masaru rests his hand against his wife's shoulder, lightly squeezing it. Shouta looks at Midoriya who stares with killer eyes at the two adults. "Oh my gosh... What's happened to our son?" Mitsuki asks in a worried whisper.

Shouta clicks his tongue. "Broke two ribs, punctured a lung, broke his leg and his back." He really didn't want to explain this stuff to two parents who couldn't even take care of their own child. He wants to rip out their throats, watch them wither in pain.

"I want you to leave this room," Midoriya snarls. Shouta looks at the boy with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, Izuku. I didn't see you," Masaru says with a small, faint smile.

"I want you out of this room. You are disgusting parents," he snarls, standing from his chair.

Shouta stands and grabs Midoriya's shoulder. "Kid, I understand what you're feeling, but they do have a right to be here."

"You don't understand. I was there one time. I witnessed the brutality of their arguments... and that was, what? 8 years ago? I can guess they've only gotten worse."

"What are you talking about, Izuku? We love our son," Mitsuki tries to cover up.

"That's funny. We were in kindergarten, and the teacher asked everyone when the last time our parents said they loved us, and Kacchan answered with, 'two years ago.'."

Shouta's eyes widen. "Get out," he snarls.

"I swear, he's lying," Mitsuki tries.

"He wrote a note. You were a main point in it. He hates you, you know? Want me to read out what he said?" Midoriya begins, angrily. He unfolds it and reads, "Last but not least, Mum. Where do I begin? Oh yeah, why don't we start from my childhood. If you can even call it that. You were always an insensitive bitch but like, I'm your child and you still got angry with dad around me. My childhood comprised mainly of you and dad shouting at each other. It pisses me off far more than you'd ever know. It was terrifying being curled up near the couch while you fought. When my Quirk manifested, the only reason why I seeked such gratification from those around me was because you neglected me emotionally. You were always so preoccupied with something Dad had done wrong or with your stupid work that you failed to look after me. I hate you more than Dad and that's saying something. Rot in hell, both of you."

"It's not much, but it still has the evidence of some form of child maltreatment. And you know Hayami, right? Well, she isn't the sweetheart you think she is. I won't tell you much because I know you won't care but still, how could you not realise your son was in pain? I noticed it and I wasn't even close to him."

Mitsuki rolls her eyes. "Whatever, I'm leaving," she says bitterly. Masaru follows behind.

Midoriya lets out an angry breath. "What is going on?" Shouta asks, confused.

"I can't tell you that. Kacchan would be so annoyed at me." He flashes a small smile and chuckles lightly before it fades quickly.

"Can you at least explain why you said it was your fault?"

Midoriya gulps loudly and nods his head. The two males sit down again. "Well... it was before homeroom around a week ago and Kacchan was getting on my nerves and I snapped at him. I know I shouldn't have but I did! I announced to the entire class about some of the things he did in middle school without thinking. He then bolted out of the room," he says sadly.

"It's not your fault. You just got mad," he tries to comfort.

"But it is, don't you understand? I aggravated Kacchan, putting him on edge. The next thing I know is that a photo was sent around the class. It wasn't a pretty one," he mumbles the last part.

"... What kind of photo?" he asks nervously.

Midoriya gulps and opens his phone. With shaky hands, he shows the photo to Shouta. Eyes wide and stomach in his throat, Shouta grabs the phone roughly out of his grasp and studies the photo. His head is thrown back, back arched. Dark bruises form around his ankles and hips. He looks in pain. Shouta seethes in anger, gripping onto Midoriya's phone so hard it nearly breaks. "Who sent it?" his voice bubbles with anger.

"I-I don't know, Aizawa-sensei. It was a random number."

"It has to be someone in 1-A. They sent it around to everyone," Shouta theorizes.

"Well, it could be Mineta," Midoriya says, staring at Bakugou.

"I doubt it. Mineta would never be able to do something to Bakugou. He'd blow his face off."

Shouta has the same thought as Midoriya, as both of their heads snap around to each other, both saying disturbingly at the same time, "Kirishima."

No. Kirishima would never do that. He's too kind. But he's the only one who even remotely has a chance at getting close with the boy.

"Wait, hold on. It can't be Kirishima, I have him in my contacts," Midoriya states.

"Well then it has to be someone else in this school," Shouta says. Both males are deep in thought, trying to figure out who could have sent that photo. They even bring up the idea that a guy who has a manipulation Quirk, manipulated Bakugou into sending him such a photo.

"It still doesn't explain how he could get all the numbers," Midoriya reminds.

"It'd have to be someone in this school then." A person pops into Shouta's head but he quickly pushes the thought away. But it could be...

"We should make a list of all the likely suspects," Midoriya offers.

"Good idea." Shouta pulls out his phone and opens a new note. Title: Who the Damn CULPRIT is.

"It could be...Mineta, a pro hero, maybe... I don't want to accuse anyone though. Or maybe Shinso?"

Shouta pauses before writing down Shinso's name. It hurts knowing his pupil is a suspect for this cruel behaviour. "It could also be anyone in class 1-A..."

***

Like usual, Shouta walks into his classroom with his sleeping bag tucked under his arm but unlike usual, his expression is glowing with rage. Once the bell rings, signalling homeroom begins, he doesn't waste another second and shouts, "Who sent that photo!?" Everyone looks between each other, expressions of worry, fear and disgust. "One of you had to. The photo can't have just sent itself."

"I can assure you that everyone in this class only received the photo, Aizawa-sensei. I have made sure to have all my classmates in my contact list and I can guarantee that no one sent it inside class 1-A," Iida speaks up.

"Kirishima, see me after class. As well as Mineta."

***

Once again, for the third time, Shouta finds himself in the classroom with two of his students. Mineta and Kirishima takes seats in the front row while Shouta stays where he is. "Kirishima, you're close to Bakugou. Are you lying and did you actually send the photo?" He asks without hesitation.

Kirishima frowns and Shouta notices red rings around his eyes, skin pale as if he'd been crying. "Of course not. That's inhumane. We broke up after that photo was sent."

"And Mineta? You have anything to say?"

"I'm only interested in the girls boobs," he says nasally, spitting everywhere.

"OK, both of you can leave now."

When the two leave, Shouta buries his head in his hands, unsure of what to do. He just wants to go to sleep and not think about anything. He crawls into his sleeping bag, falling asleep, worries washing away with his consciousness.