Chapter Text
Bakugou was low-key pissed and entirely resigned to his fate. And yes, it was entirely Deku’s fault.He wouldn’t put up a fight with it though. Bakugou knew this day would come eventually. He just didn’t know the epic fallout it would eventually have.
But why does no one ever ask him any shitty questions? No one ever asks him questions. Not the right ones at least.
And that's how he found himself in principal Nedzu’s office with a fuming Aizawa. Specifically an Aizawa that was quite possibly wanting to murder Bakugou. In fact Bakugou was pretty sure that the homeroom teacher would be looking for any chance to expel Bakugou from here on out.
Well, guess the fuck what, there wasn’t a chance in hell Bakugou would let that happen. If he had to bite his tongue to be a star student, he’d do it. Just out of pure spite.
And it was all shitty Deku’s fault.
Bakugou wasn’t an idiot, he knew he was wrong to say what he did. He also knew that the only reason he wasn’t being kicked out of the school was because it happened in middle school. That didn’t mean Aizawa wasn’t looking at Bakugou as if he wished Bakugou would take a swan dive off the roof. The irony.
Jokes on him, knowing Bakugou’s luck he’d probably be killed in some villain attack by the end of the year anyway. Or not. Bakugou would probably survive. Just out of pure fucking spite.
Bakugou couldn’t even find it in himself to be that angry. Sure, he was pissed. These people didn’t understand the first thing about his and Deku’s relationship. They didn’t understand a thing they needed to. But that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter to the adults or to Bakugou because he honestly hated that he told anyone to off themselves. He understood why they were mad and more importantly, he could only feel he deserved the hatred. He earned it for some of the things he did back in middle school. No matter how validated his dislike of Deku may or may not be, Bakugou couldn’t help but feel he had this moment coming.
Still sucked though. And it was still shitty Deku’s fault.
Part of him felt that the kid had planned it. He put on his “woe is me” attitude and brought up how “Kacchan” had always been an angry kid. Which led to someone finally asking about their history. Deku explained it as anyone could imagine; pathetically. He told about how Bakugou had treated him in middle school while seemingly trying to defend Bakugou. It was a load of bullshit. Bakugou saw exactly what the idiot was doing by “defending” Bakugou in how he bullied Midoriya. By the end of it, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the pure innocent Midoriya could never do anything that should incur the wrath of big bad Bakugou. But Bakugou let it go, because it was true, wasn’t it? He was a bully to Deku. The reasoning didn’t matter and if the creep wanted to play up his righteousness by “defending” the bully, so be it. Bakugou wouldn’t stoop to explain himself to people who have already passed their own verdicts. Especially when he was guilty of what Deku told them. Reasons meant shit in his world.
That didn’t mean Bakugou was prepared for their homeroom teacher to have heard the whole thing from his sleeping bag behind the desk. Nor did he expect how the temperature in the room dropped as he told Bakugou to accompany him to the principal's office in a steely voice usually reserved for villains.
Bakugou was not a fucking villain.
He wasn’t surprised at the fury radiating off the teacher though. Especially when Nedzu said they couldn’t take actions for something that happened at a different school. Bakugou, when asked, said he’d never do such actions again. He doubted the teacher would be lenient on how he usually dictated his thoughts from now on though. He knew that his usual “go die” to his friends would be taken a lot more literally than before. Though, Bakugou wondered if they would still be his friends when he walked back into the classroom.
In short, no. Bakugou very quickly realized he lost his friends when reentering the classroom. Ashido was glaring at him the moment he and Aizawa walked in, Kaminari had the gals to sneer at him, Sero seemed horrified, and Kirishima wouldn’t even look in his direction. The Deku-squad looked positively murderous but Bakugou hardly cared about them before any of this had happened. The worst part of walking in was he had to take his seat. Which was right. In. Front. Of. Deku. To be fair, this was unfortunate on any given day but having glares follow him to his seat did not help anything.
Bakugou made a point to lift his head up and take his seat without acknowledging a single glare. If they wanted to make him react, he was going to make them work for it. And then for the rest of the class Aizawa spoke in short clipped sentences, the class continued to glare, and Bakagou refused to acknowledge the tension. Either these fuckers were bringing it up themselves or they were going to have to deal.
He shouldn’t have been surprised that Kirishima was the one to say something. After homeroom ended and Aizawa left, there was only a beat of tense awkward silence before he decided to voice what was on the class's mind.
“Is it all true? Did you really tell Midoriya to kill himself?”
And there it was. Everyone asks shitty questions, but never the right ones.
Bakugou looked him in the eye. He’d answer the shitty ass question. It didn’t matter; everyone had already made their decisions about it.
“I did.”
“Dude,” Kirishima intoned, sounding disappointed and horrified. And then his face turned into disgust. “That’s… You’re messed up bro.”
That’s when Bakugou knew he had actually lost a friend. And losing Kiri probably hurt Bakugou the most. He actually considered Kirishima a friend. Someone who would listen even if not understanding. He held up a small hope for that friend to maybe listen again. He should’ve known better.
And it only got worse from there. The other teachers didn’t seem to get what was going on but it was clear, Bakugou was public enemy number one. They couldn't catch all of the snide remarks that began being thrown Bakugou’s way as the weeks went by. The classmates barely even hid their remarks during Aizawa’s class. And Bakugou refused to respond to half of them.
And as the weeks went on, the comments were endless. Particularly comments during Hero Studies got to him. It was usually small comments asking if they were sure Bakugou was in the right class. Or if he was just there to take notes on how to better bully them next. It all came to a halt about two weeks after the class found out about his and Deku’s history.
“Aizawa sensei?” Aiawa looked up to see who was asking a question. “Are we sure Bakugou should be on the heroes team in this activity?”
It was Ashido.
It was fucking Mina.
The same girl he had lost sleep with to help her study for a test, the same girl he comforted when Denki said something insensitive to her, the same girl he let embarrass him with the stupid “Baku-squad” just so she could have a laugh. That girl had just asked, in what anyone would claim as an honest question, if Bakugou could be considered to be on a hero team.
And so what if Bakugou’s eyes burned? So what if he felt like he might cry? It didn’t matter because he wouldn’t fucking cry. Not for her. Not for anyone. It didn’t matter if he hurt. He wouldn’t cry out of spite.
He looked at Aizawa. He didn’t know why he expected anything from him. The man had already made it clear that he now hated Bakugou. Still he had hope for his homeroom teacher. The Pro Hero had never liked bullying so maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t let it slide when it was so directly thrown in his face. Maybe he’d care, despite the fact that he was Bakugou Katsuki. Maybe someone would finally defend Bakugou, even if he didn’t feel like he deserved it.
Aizawa simply nodded to Ashido and reassigned Bakugou to the villains team for practice.
Well o-fucking-kay.
Bakugou knew full well where he stood in this class. He had no one in his corner, a class who hated him, and a teacher who wouldn’t give a shit. All he had was his own fucking spite to help him.
Just for the universe to rub salt into the wound, Deku chose then to speak up.
“Ah sensei? I think the original assignments are okay really,” Deku shifted nervously. The cunning bastard needed to stop. “I mean, if you changed him on my account, you really don’t need to. I promise. Kacchan and I are fine.”
No. They were not, in fact fine. They would never be fine. And just like that, Bakugou was suddenly grateful to Ashido for making sure he wasn’t on the hero team with Deku. He’d rather the hurt of his friends treating him like a villain than being on the same team as Midoriya. He bit his tongue though waiting for someone else to protest. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t let down.
“Midoriya, you don’t have to do that. Bakugou is fully capable of being on the villain’s team, aren’t you Bakugou?” Todoroki asserted challengingly, making eye contact with Bakugou.
Message received loud and clear, Icyhot. Might as well have said it like it was. To him Bakugou was a villain and needed to stay away from Deku.
“It’s a training exercise. I can handle myself no matter what team I’m on. Besides, it’s not like I’m an actual villain.”
There. There was his response. He was not a villain so grow the fuck up. Translate that, bastard.
Though Bakugou guessed it was pointless now. Midoriya had already achieved his goal. He was already the “bigger person” by trying to be nice to Bakugou and Bakugou was the asshole who wouldn’t do the same. Everyone was already muttering to each other about how he was an actual villain.
So yeah. Bakugou knew exactly who was on his side in this class. Just himself and his spite.
Game fucking on.