God this song makes me cry- it reminds me of someone and juSt Ah!
Uwu owo thank you all so fucking much for 13K reads! This is insane and I love every single one of you! You all are so supportive and it helps me continue writing this story! Y'all mean so damn much to me, thank you. *Happy author crying*

(Okay sO this originally said 10k reads but when I checked this morning it went up 3k....what the fuck)
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Izuku flinched as he heard the drivers door open. Only to be slammed shut, causing a large burst of cold wind to puncher Izukus already cold form. He hurried out of the car trying his best to keep his sniffs and whimpers to a minimum. That was extremely difficult when all that was going on in his head was self beat down after another. His thoughts turned and twisted with good and bad memories, he was placing the blame for the worst ones on himself. Coming up with incorrect reasons that mostly consisted of him taking actions that his father disliked, which could very much be something along the lines of of simply sitting in the wrong room. These small things would set his father off so much that at times Izuku would have to call the police. Of course however, since Mr. Midoriya was a well known Pro hero, the policemen never believed him. Not to mention that Mr. Midoriya was incredibly good at lying. No matter how hard Izuku tried to convince them that he was on the correct side, the police simply shook their heads and patted his back, believing every lying word coming from Mr. Midoriyas mouth, each one dripping with sarcasm and enthusiasm.

After they left was even worst then before they came. His father would beat him so hard, torture him. Deep at the back of their house he used to keep short rods. Each one equipped with a razor sharp, paper thin pin. Hisashi used to heat up the pin and puncher it through the skin right on his collar bone. He would then repeatedly scrape Izukus collar bone. Oh holy hell how that hurt. He did this terrible act so often, and with so much force, that for awhile Izuku had a deep grove in his bone. His father had carved out his bone.

Izuku shivered at the memory, subconsciously rubbing a spot on his collar bone. He flinched again as he felt the extremely small holes that now littered his skin, a dark reminder that his memory's were actually things that had happened to him.

Izuku quickly hurried over to Bakugou who had already started to walk in the direction of the hospitals front doors. He walked a bit behind the blonde, like he had pretty much his whole life. Izuku didn't like walking next to people. He felt it was more difficult to walk next to someone, since it would be harder to see where the person is going. He also was intimidated with the idea of standing or walking next to a bomb. It was a dumb reason that didn't actually make much sense but to Izuku, it was a good enough reason. (Ngl I do this too btw)

Bakugou glanced behind himself, checking if Izuku had followed him. He clicked his tongue as he noticed the fidgety teen trailing behind him. Bakugou stopped walk, waiting for him to fully catch up. To his surprise the smaller teen stopped as well. "Come on nerd." Bakugou whispered and turned back around, walking through the large clear sliding doors. He immediately was hit with the distinctive smell of disinfectants wafting in the cold air. As Izuku walked inside he had the never ending urge to claw at his nose at the all too familiar smell. Izuku lightly shook his head and stopped scratching at his wrist. He found enough courage to walk in front of Bakugou and head up to the large front desk.

"E-excuse me?" He whispered, praying that his voice doesn't crack. The lavender bush of hair shot up from one of the papers on the desk. Izuku was met with pastel red eyes that shimmered in the bright lights. "Oh! Yes hello, what can I do for you today?" She cheerfully asked, reverting her gaze to the blonde behind him. "Uh- do you m-" Izuku began but was rudely interrupted by the lady at the front desk. "OH MY GOD ARE YOU KATSUKI BAKUGOU? THE KATSUKI BAKUGOU?" She randomly exclaimed, pointing over Izukus shoulder. Bakugou knotted his brows together and stomped  in front of Izuku. As he did this the girl shoved a piece of paper and a pen at his chest, the message clear as day. "Excuse me bitch, I'm not here to fùcking give you a shitty autograph!" He yelled, pushing the ladies pen a paper away from him. "Where is Inko Midoriyas room?" He demanded, glaring down at the girl. "O-oh..." She whispered, looking down. Her face showed extreme embarrassment but that was quickly masked with her cheerful personality. "She's in room 815, it's on floor three." Then she went back to whatever papers she was busying herself with before they arrived. 

Bakugou clicked his tongue and turned around, quickly grabbing Izukus shoulder and turning him around as well. Knowing Izuku he would've probably tried to apologize for Bakugous explosive personality. Izuku obliged and followed him over to the metal elevator. The doors to it were littered with posters of vaccines and pills. One that stuck out to Bakugou was a poster that had "Pills are for the weak" in big bold letters and under was a picture of a bottle of antidepressants. Next to the poster were others like the first. They change your personality! They change you! They harm your body even more! Bakugou huffed at the fake posters that had probably been posted by some random patient that was mad and felt like voicing their hatred towards antidepressants at the hospital. Izuku on the other hand was mortified by them. He glanced down at his hands and questioned himself. He knew the posters were fake but for some reason he had a weird feeling in his gut.

The duo both walked up to the elevator and Bakugou pushed the button. He waited by comfortably leaning against the wall next the button. Izuku glanced around the hallway, finding nothing very interesting he glanced at Bakugous phone to check the time. He felt his blood run cold as he remembered today marked Izuku as being 17 and marked Bakugous 17th birthday. He glanced down at the black band on his wrist, feeling bile rise up his throat. He didn't want to check it, he was terrified to. Every horrifying story he had ever heard of was playing in his head and he felt himself begin to get dizzy. Every story of how some kids would end up with older soulmates, some of them were over 10 years older then them. The stories of abusive soulmates. The ones of suicide and heart ache. He shook his head, trying to fight off the fear that was building up inside of him.

Not here. Not here please. No no no... Izuku started shaking, holding himself in his arms. This was all to much for him to handle. The mix of his mother and his unseen mark was driving him to the brink of a terrible panic attack. His breathing began to become quick gasps and he felt his legs go to jelly. Before he could fall Bakugou was able to catch him and set him down gently on the ground. "Deku...What the fuck.." Bakugou whispered, slipping off Izukus bag and digging around inside its contents. Izuku stopped him, already beginning to calm down a bit. "I-I'm ..fine." He whispered, slowly standing up and grabbing his bag. Bakugou silently stepped away from him, giving him a bit of room since that seemed like what Izuku needed. After a few seconds Izuku finally managed to calm himself down. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing through his mouth so he wouldn't have to smell the disinfectants. Bakugou walked back up to him, crossing his arms with a unreadable expression.

"What was the trigger this time?" He asked, watching disapprovingly as Izuku clawed at his wrists again. He didn't answer, he simply reverted his gaze from Bakugous eyes. Looking down at his shoes instead.

The elevator doors finally opened right before Bakugou was going to push the topic more. He clicked his tongue and headed inside, Izuku following close behind. Bakugou pressed the correct buttons and the doors closed again.

"Happy birthday, Kacchan..." Izuku whispered as soon as the doors closed. "Sorry you have to do this on your birthday. You can leave if you want to...You don't have to see my mom if you do-"

"Shut up Deku." Bakugou cut him off. "I am coming because I want to." He whispered, trying his best to sound angry and not sympathetic. Bakugou glanced over to Izuku and noticed the greenette was still fidgeting with his black band. "You ever gunna take that off?" Bakugou finally asked, his voice lead on of his curiosity but also his dread. Bakugou knew the mark couldn't have anything to do with himself but he could still wish. He still wasn't completely sure of to why he gave a damn but he felt himself still hoping the mark would at least be red. Izuku glanced up to Bakugou, slightly nodding his head.

"I'm planning on taking it off with my mom."

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OoP- more eXtremLy short chapters! Sorry!!