School Fays (Part 4)
Frisk's cocoa-brown eyes smolder with anger. Bakugou smirks and creates another explosion, just to their left. Frisk slides through the alley past him, grabbing his leg and knocking him over in the process.
"YOU BASTARD!"
Frisk snarls and keeps fighting. They hit Bakugou in the knee a few times, and he stumbles a bit. He creates another explosion, but they cartwheel out of the way, landing a kick right on his face. Bakugou stumbles backwards, hands shaking with rage.
"At least...I didn't...tell someone...to KILL HIMSELF!" Frisk shouts between pants. They're getting really tired. They glare at Bakugou and raise their fists.
"Don't you...feel guilty...about that?! He was...your friend! Heh...what am I...saying? You can't...feel guilt...anyway...you're just...a jerk...an arrogant jerk...you really...want him...to die...don't you..."
Bakugou freezes in place and stares at the ground. Frisk takes this as an opportunity to run at him. They aim to punch him in the gut, but they notice something.
He's crying.
Immediately, Frisk snaps out of their rage mode. They look at their hands, turning them as if they've never seen them before. They look at Bakugou and curse themself silently. Bakugou tenses, trying to still appear angry, but he can't. Tears stream down his face and he pulls at his spiky blond hair with both hands. Frisk coughs, their throat raw from screaming. Bakugou collapses and kneels on the ground, yelling. He scratches at his face, and Frisk notices that he scratches until his face starts bleeding. They stumble from exhaustion, but they try and walk over to him. He glares at them.
"G-GET AWAY FROM M-ME!!" He shouts, still crying. Frisk can't look away.
He's hurt. He's really hurt. Go help him.
"Mr Bakugou? I...I'm so sorry..."
"S-Shut up! 'Sorry' d-doesn't fucking c-cut it!" Bakugou shouts.
Frisk flinches at his anger. They try and inch closer to him, ready to bolt like they're dealing with a cornered animal.
"You...powerless...bastard...it's all...your fault...all of it...you couldn't...just not...be an asshole...he's gonna...he's gonna...t-try again..." Bakugou snaps at himself, before shutting his eyes tightly and silently crying. Frisk walks up to him and kneels down. Bakugou doesn't even notice.
"M-Mr Bakugou?"
Bakugou doesn't respond. His face is covered in blood and tears.
"Mr Bakugou?!"
Bakugou still doesn't respond. Frisk slaps his face.
"MR BAKUGOU!"
His eyes snap open.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, KID?!"
Frisk wipes away the tears on their face that they didn't even notice were there.
"What happened?!"
"And why do YOU care?!"
Frisk grabs his face and makes him look at them.
"BECAUSE MR MIDORIYA CARES!"
Bakugou slaps their hands away and backs up. His hands are scratched from the rough pavement.
"Well, tell that bastard that he...THAT HE SHOULDN'T CARE!! It's all my fault..." Bakugou snaps.
"What is all your fault?"
"None of your b-business, kid." Bakugou growls.
Tell him to just let it out. Just scream it into the air. Promise that you won't tell anyone if he doesn't want you to, the voice says. Frisk repeats it to Bakugou. Bakugou looks down at the ground, before grabbing his head in pain.
"That...THAT FUCKING IDIOT ACTUALLY TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF! HE JUMPED OFF THE TOP OF THE FUCKING SCHOOL BUILDING! AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT! IF SHITTY HAIR WASN'T THERE TO CATCH HIM, HE WOULD BE DEAD! AND IT WOULD ALL BECAUSE OF ME! BECAUSE I WAS TOO WEAK! I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD! IT'S LIKE SOME KIND OF SICK TIME LOOP! SO WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! HE...He would've been dead...gone...forever...because I was weak...he would be dead...forever..."
Frisk crawls to him and tries to give him a hug, but he pushes them away.
"G-Get away f-from me!"
Frisk backs up, but then they have an idea. They stand up straight and hold their fist in front of them.
"Mr Bakugou, I challenge you to another fight! All out on both sides!"
Bakugou snaps up, his expression a mixture of anger, sadness, and 'this is gonna be fun'.
"You really love pain that much, kid?! I accept your challenge!" Bakugou shouts, and he shoots himself towards them with the force of a human-sized bullet. Frisk ducks, and as he shoots past them, they roll away. He rushes at them again, and they keep dodging and landing quick hits. The fight lasts a while. Eventually, during one particular attack, they slap him in the face and kick him in the gut. He grabs them by the leg and throws them into a wall, before throwing one of his grenades towards them. They barely have enough time to dodge, and they black out for a split-second, and when they wake up, they're on the ground and covered in blood. Bakugou stands over them, triumphant. Frisk coughs up a bit of blood, before smiling at him.
"You...win...Mr...Bakugou..." they force out. Bakugou turns his head away, before offering them his hand.
"Get up, kid."
Frisk takes it and pulls themself up.
"How are you feeling, Mr Bakugou?"
Bakugou looks back at them.
"Eh."
Frisk smiles.
He means he's feeling better. Good.
Wait, why do I get a feeling that this has happened before?