Kirishima and Bakugou soon arrive to the locker room and hurry to their adjacent lockers. The other boys are almost done changing, some already finished, so they both rapidly pull off their uniforms and grab their hero outfits. Bakugou is in his boxers, about to pull his pants on, when he hears a squeaky boy voice say, "Hey Bakugou, don't you have a really feminine shaped body?"

Bakugou goes rigid, his hands fisting the material of his baggy hero costume pants as he stares straight forward into his locker. "The fuck did you just say, you damn grape?" he growls as he works to steady his breathing.

Kaminari hums from somewhere behind Bakugou. "I never really noticed it since we all change at the same time and focus on our own stuff, but you kinda actually do, dude," the electric boy says contemplatively with a tad bit of humor in his voice.

Feeling the many eyes on his back, Bakugou shivers, forcing away tears. "I don't have a fucking girl body, you assholes. You're all crazy," he snaps as he quickly moves to bend and get his pants on, but as he bends down, someone slaps his butt.

"You totally do! You even have boobs!" M****a laughs maniacally as he moves his hand down and back to his side. The others in the room go quiet as M****a seems unaware of his upcoming death. After a few more laughs from the small purple boy, he begins to become aware that he just hit Bakugou Katsuki on the butt. Slowly, terror filters onto M****a's face as he turns toward where Bakugou is still frozen in his slightly bent position, pants in his deathly tight grip. "Uh...h-hey, B-Bakugou, y-you know, I didn't mean anything b-bad, y-you just kinda have the b-body type of a g-girl...and like you are just m-more f-feminine so I wouldn't b-be surprise if a guy w-wanted to smack that..." he trails of before realizing he made his situation worse. "BUT YOU'RE REALLY S-STRONG SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" M****a cowers.

Everyone waits for Bakugou to turn and scream profanities at the grape boy, but the blonde remains frozen, his hair hiding his downturned face from view. Kirishima takes a small, hesitant step towards Bakugou as M****a runs frantically to the other end of the room and screams as he exits the door towards the training grounds where there would be witnesses to his death. "Hey, Bakugou," Kirishima says quietly and calmly, concern written across his face. The other boys in the room wait with baited breath as they watch. "I know that was a totally rude and obnoxious thing for him to say, but we can just tell Aizawa, right? We don't need to attack him or anything, you know? He's just extremely stupid sometimes," Kirishima presses placatingly.

"Kirishima," comes a deep and dull voice from where the rest of the boys huddle. The redhead turns and sees that it is Todoroki who spoke. The half-and-half haired boy continues, "Bakugou is not angry right now."

"What?" Kirishima asks in confusion, other people also looking with strange expressions at the boy.

"He is not angry. Bakugou is having a panic attack."

Kirishima's eyes go wide. Midoriya blinks rapidly in confusion and begins to stutter, "W-what do you m-mean Todoroki-kun? I've never seen Kacchan have a panic attack! I would have known if he has!"

Todoroki turns his blank expression towards Midoriya and simply says, "He is. Right now."

As Midoriya mumbles to himself in panic and Iida wonders where in a student manual to find information on panic attacks, Kirishima tries to approach Bakugou again. The blonde boy's shoulders begin to tremble and Kirishima's mind goes at rapid speed trying to think of how to handle such a situation. He doesn't even know what triggered the other boy.

In his best attempt to soothe Bakugou, Kirishima reaches out and places a hand on the boy's shoulder as he quietly calls, "Bakugou?" But as soon as his hand touches the other boy's shoulder, Bakugou shrinks away, dropping his pants to the ground, forgotten, and stumbles in the opposite direction of Kirishima, falling to the ground as a few desperate explosions escape from his hands, aimed at Kirishima, only to miss their mark. Kirishima stands there in shock and looks at his own hand in horror. He grits his teeth and takes a deep breath as everyone around him begins to mumble.

"I will get Mr. Aizawa," Iida says and swiftly leaves, pushing the speed limits of his quirk as he races out the door.

Kirishima nods numbly in response despite Iida already being gone. What am I supposed to do now? He looks past his now trembling hand and sees Bakugou huddled in the corner of the locker room, his almost naked body looking far too fragile curled in on itself in fetal position, his head tucked between his knees as he tries to angle himself away from everyone but keeps his left arm bent facing out, towards the other boys, explosions constantly going off in an effort to keep them away. The explosions are far too feeble for the boy's usual attacks to the point that it is unnerving. He is not in his right mind, and Kirishima has no idea what to do to help.

As they watch, Bakugou seems to go further and further into the world his mind is making for him. None of them can understand the words over the noise of the explosions, but constant streams of words spew from his mouth.

Half of Kirishima's head tells him that he wants to hear what is being said, but the other vehemently refutes such a thing. After all, what could the blonde possibly be saying in such a broken sounding voice as his body quakes that would not hurt to hear. And yet, Kirishima still wants to know.

Then the shaking only gets worse. It's as if the blonde's body is the epicenter of an earthquake as he practically crumbles apart, his hands still setting off explosions even as they jolt back and forth, out of Bakugou's control.

"Oh, Bakugou..." Kirishima mumbles as he bites at his lip to keep it from trembling.

Suddenly the door opens and everyone's eyes, excluding Bakugou's, snap to the noise. Aizawa, followed closely by Iida, enters the room at a brisk pace. Aizawa's eyes glide over the boys until they narrow in on Bakugou's small form pressed into the corner. He walks up beside Kirishima and nods at the redhead, who nods back. "What do we do, Sensei?" Kirishima asks with pleading eyes.

"Our best, Kirishima. We do our best," Aizawa says seriously as he turns his gaze back onto his shaking student. "Honestly, I should tell you all to leave right now, but Bakugou needs support. All I ask is that none of you speak a word of anything that you may see or hear in here today to anyone besides those present, and to keep even that to a minimum, just in case." Aizawa's brow furrows as the other boys in the room stare at him in confusion. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa," the students parrot, but the teacher can hear the sincerity in their voices, especially that of Kirishima, whose red eyes gleam with worry as his eyes stay locked on Aizawa.

The teacher takes a deep breath to ready himself for what he knows is most likely going to happen...what he has known that everyone is going to find out as soon as he noticed the panicked sounds that should be words escaping Bakugou's mouth.

"...Then here we go. Stay calm as well as you possibly can," although I don't expect too much in that regard, Aizawa tacks on in his mind.

Then Aizawa activates his quirk.

His capture weapon and hair float around his head as his eyes glow red.

The noise of the explosions cease along with the explosions themselves.

But then everyone can hear the words, and they break their hearts.

As soon as his quirk stops, Bakugou gets worse. He feels defenseless, no longer having any way to protect himself from his anticipated attackers.

So he begs.

He begs more than ever before.

"PLEASE!" he shrieks in a scratchy, panicked, desperate voice as his hand retracts from where it was defending him as if he was stung, instead having it join the other and grabbing desperately at the back of Bakugou's neck to protect him, even as the hands shake so badly they can barely stay in place. "Please d-don't do it. Please. Anything..." he splutters, still hiding his face, but then he hears footsteps approach him. They are the sound of Aizawa slowly coming forward, but Bakugou has no idea that this is his attacker's identity.

Bakugou's eyes go wide at the sound as it nears, and his head shoots up as he slams himself backward into the wall and begins to claw and kick at the ground and wall behind him to get further away, as if he can break through the wall so easily without his quirk.

That's when the room sees his face and the footsteps stop as Aizawa stares, frozen, along with the other transfixed boys.

"Please..." Bakugou begs past sporadic breaths, his eyes glowing with nothing but the greatest possible concentration of terror as tears cascade down his cheeks, nose, and mouth, mixing with snot and making a wet mess of his face that is already a blotchy mixture of red and petrified, pale white. His brows are turned upward over his terrified eyes as his teeth rapidly clash against each other as his jaw shakes and his chin and lower lip wobbly draw upwards. "I c-can do anything—hic—else! P-please! Not again! PLEASE! H-how ab-about I...I can..." Bakugou desperately thinks, trying to come up with something to offer his attacker besides what they want from him, and Aizawa and the students present can barely watch. Many of the strong heroes-to-be in the room have tears cascading down their faces, and Aizawa grits his teeth and takes another step forward, to Bakugou's terror. "N-NO! I-I PR-PROMISE I C-CA-AN D-DO ANY-ANYTH-THING EL-ELSE! WH-WHAT-WHATEVER—hic—Y-Y-YOU W-WANT! I S-SWEAR! I WON'T F-FIGHT BACK!" he cries out through his tears and through the sobs that choke him.

Aizawa takes another step. "Bakugou—"

"J-JUST NOT A-AGAIN, P-P-L-LEASE!" Bakugou shrieks, unhearing and unseeing, as his hands and feet continue to scramble to grasp his surroundings and create an escape. "ANYTHING! I'LL D-DO AN-ANYTHING! Anything...hic...pl-please..." he begs as his body sags where he sits, his arms falling to the ground beside him, having used all of his energy reserves up. Bakugou's head falls forward as tears continue to fall onto the bare skin of his lap. "J-just p-please d-don't r-r-rape m-me a-again..." he sobs.

Gasps resound throughout the room and several people choke on their own sobs. Aizawa harshly bites his lip and clenches his eyes shut, hands fisted at his sides.

"I c-can't t-take i-it any-anym-more..." Bakugou trails off and tries to quiet his sobs. He tilts his head back and leans it against the wall behind him. The tears not slowing their track down his face, Bakugou closes his eyes as he tries to stop his audible sobs by forcing his wobbling lips together over his chattering teeth. Maybe it'll be better if I don't cry? "P-please...I...I g-give up...j-just p-please please p-pl-lease t-try to b-be l-less...hic...h-harsh..." he whispers out as his body continues to convulse with unrelenting sobs that refuse to listen to him.

Then he waits.

He waits for them to come toward him.

To hurt him.

To attack him.

To take him.

His body jolts and his lips wobble but he adamantly keeps his eyes shut when the footsteps hesitantly resume. He can't help the tears quickening their pace down his face when the footsteps come to a halt directly in front of him.

Close enough to grab him.

When he feels a hand on his shoulder, Bakugou can't help but shrink in on himself in a pitiful last attempt to escape, only to have another land on his other shoulder. His eyes open in fright despite having known this would happen, and he forces himself to still and clench his teeth together. The fuzzy outline in front of him seems to be saying something, but he can't understand. A slight bit of confusion enters Bakugou's expression as he tries to decipher the odd, underwater-sounding noises that his attacker spews, but it doesn't hold a candle to the overwhelming terror coursing through his veins as his limbs quiver.

"—aku—"

Bakugou's breath hitches. He can't tell what they are saying, but that...doesn't sound like them?

"Bakugou!"

Bakugou blinks rapidly as his surroundings begin to come into focus instead of the fuzzy blurs that he had been watching. The first thing he can see is his home room teacher knelt on his knees in front of him, his hands on Bakugou's shoulders and a determined expression on his face.

"...M-Mr. A-Aizawa?" Bakugou whispers breathlessly, his eyes widening and looking around at all the others present, frantically searching for any of those faces that he despises, only to find his classmates, instead. They aren't here, he assures himself mentally. It's safe. Aizawa is here. I'm safe. His body seems to sink further into the ground upon the realization, relaxing as his muscles lose their strain. "...th-thank God..." he mumbles as a few more tears trace the tracks down his face and he falls asleep from exhaustion.

Aizawa watches Bakugou's body go completely lax and the boy's sporadic breaths become a bit more even and deep. He takes a deep breath himself before raising his right hand away from Bakugou's shoulder and gently laying it on Bakugou's head. He turns toward his other students, not moving either of his hands from their new positions, and takes in the boys' appearances. Midoriya, clearly, is a mess on the ground as Todoroki does his best to calm him despite his own concern over Bakugou. Almost all the rest of the boys are in varying states of tearfulness, but the ones who worry Aizawa most are the three boys who he knows Bakugou reluctantly acknowledges as friends.

Kaminari and Sero stand near the front of the huddle of boys, seemingly frozen in shock as tears flood down their faces.

Kirishima is the worst, however. In his position between Bakugou and the rest of the group, he had sunk to his knees like Midoriya, but his expression is like those of Kaminari and Sero, frozen with tears trailing down his face. What is more worrying is that the boy seems to not even notice Aizawa's gaze, his eyes focused completely on Bakugou's slumped form. His eyes are filled with so much emotion that Aizawa cannot decipher all of it, but he can clearly see worry, sadness, anger, and love swirling in the dripping pools of red.

Aizawa turns back to Bakugou and whispers, directing his words to the students behind him, "I will again say that none of this goes beyond the eyes and ears of those in this room. I will answer any questions at a later time. For now, the class is dismissed, so you may change back into other clothing and return to your dorms. I will alert the rest of the class as soon as I settle this. As for Bakugou, I will have Kirishima bring him to the dormitory. The rest of you may accompany him, of course, and you must be fairly quiet as well, but I will have Kirishima personally carry Bakugou." Aizawa turns his head slightly to see Kirishima behind him still staring over his shoulder at Bakugou. "Did you hear me, Kirishima?"

Kirishima startles out of his trance. "Huh? Uh, y-yes, Sensei. I'll take him," he responds quietly yet seriously.

Aizawa nods as his gaze lingers on the redhead. He then turns back towards the sleeping blonde and grunts, "Hurry and change."

The boys quickly do as told, scrambling from their spots and rapidly changing out of their hero costumes and throwing on their school uniforms. Aizawa huffs a breath out and smooths his hand through Bakugou's hair once more before standing and going over to Bakugou's locker. Under Kirishima's suspiciously watchful eye, Aizawa pulls out a set of Bakugou's uniform clothes and goes back over to the sleeping boy. He carefully maneuvers the blonde's arms and pulls the shirt onto the boy, then putting his legs into the baggy pants and pulling them onto the limp, dead asleep body.

By the time he has dressed Bakugou in the shirt and pants, not wishing to deal with the rest of the uniform, the rest of the boys are ready to leave. They stand in front of Aizawa with the composed expressions of soldiers, and the teacher nods in acknowledgement. He turns and bends down, picking Bakugou up into his arms from the harsh ground and walks steadily to Kirishima. The redhead holds out his arms and gives Aizawa a tearful but reassuring smile. The teacher carefully passes the sleeping boy over to his student and looks over the others again, making a stern motion with one finger to tell them to try to be quiet. Everyone nods at their teacher, who then turns and silently opens the door before slipping out to the rest of the class.

The boys in the locker room glance at one another before slipping out the door on the opposite wall, Kirishima carefully holding Bakugou's sleeping body to his chest like one would hold a small child as he walks in the center of the group, and they make their way to the dorms.

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FUCK

IT HURT TO WRITE THIS CUZ OF MY OVERLY IMAGINATIVE BRAIN THAT DECIDED TO PLAY IT ALL OUT IN MY MIND LIKE AN ACTUAL ANIME BJSNDHDNS and yet when I hecking proofread it I literally feel NOTHING cuz I can't put what's in my brain into wordssssss??? Like, I'm always sad and depressed and I'm sad for Bakugou, of course, cuz DUH, but I want TEARS and I ain't GETTING THEM from my WRITINGGGG

Oki that's all folks! There's a long chappie for ya! I got a biiiiit absorbed while writing it so it just kept getting longer lol

-Angry
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