The boys swiftly and quietly return to the dorms. While Kirishima brings Bakugou up to the blonde's room, it is with a somber air that the other boys split up to go to their own rooms, busy themselves by doing chores, or go on runs or exercise routines. However, while they do their own activities none of them can keep their minds off of what they witnessed and all of the questions about it crawling around in their minds. Some even decide to do their activities with a friend to have some semblance of comfort in silence as they think.

Once he puts Bakugou into bed in the blonde's dorm, Kirishima has to force himself to leave. He has lingering far too long with a saddened face as he watches his friend's steady breaths make his chest rise and fall just under a face covered with a superficially calm expression undermined by dry tear tracks. Once he finds himself lying on his own bed, Kirishima, like the others, can't get his mind off of the scene from the locker room.

The redhead raises a hand up towards the ceiling of his room, his other tucked underneath his head on the pillow as he lay sprawled atop his bed sheets. He faces his palm towards his face and looks at it for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

It may not have started everything, but this is the hand that first made Bakugou cower earlier. This is the hand that scared Bakugou so badly that he assumed Kirishima—Kirishima of all people—to be an attacker.

To be his rapist.

Kirishima's hand drops to his side limply as his eyes close and a tear slowly drips down the side of his face and onto his pillow, leaving a damp mark in its wake.

He didn't know. Bakugou is his best friend, and he didn't...know. Kirishima didn't know that the boy he loves has been raped. He didn't know. How did he not know? He, of all people, should have known! Everybody knows he is the person Bakugou considers his closest friend. But, instead, Bakugou has been facing all of this alone...

He should have realized.

He should have found out.

He should have helped him.

A sob escapes Kirishima's lips as he turns onto his side and curls in on himself, shoulders trembling as he fights to quieten himself to not wake his slumbering friend in the next room over.

How could he not have found a way to help him?

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It isn't long before the rest of the class, the girls and M*****, return to the dorms and are met with the somber atmosphere. To say they are confused is quite the understatement. Each of them glances at the seemingly lost boys in the room roaming around and turn to one another with confused eyes. The girls try to get the attention of some of their male classmates, but all they receive are sad glances and shakes of the head.

Utterly baffled, everyone moves on with their day despite the odd and confusing aura, and they soon find themselves tucking in to sleep.

The next morning, Bakugou wakes up to the same morning greeting he always gets: the ceiling of his room staring down at him as an alarm beeps obnoxiously loudly at him. He grumbles as he slams a hand on the alarm and rolls out of bed, intending to go for a morning run before school. Moving over to his closet, Bakugou begins to change when memories of the previous day filter into his tired brain.

When the events from the locker room ambush his mind he stumbles backwards, tripping and falling against the front edge of his bed before slowly sliding to the ground, eyes wide under his creased brows and over his slightly agape mouth. He had a panic attack. He panicked and so many of his classmates were there.

They know.

Bakugou's fearful eyes morph into ones of anger and he snarls as he slams a fist straight down into the ground beside him. "Fuck!" he yells, sitting up and pounding another fist into the ground. "God fucking DAMMIT!" he shrieks as his fists rapidly pummel at the floor. After a few minutes, his arms slow and Bakugou tiredly lets them fall to his sides, leaning back into the side of his bed. He gasps for air from the exhaustion. "They weren't supposed to fucking find out..." he growls at himself angrily. "You fucking idiot. Now they all know you're some weak little bitch..." he trails off in a mumble, a tear leaking out of one eye. As it falls, Bakugou growls and angrily scrubs at his face. I'm not fucking weak...

After a while, almost at the end of the time allotted for his exercise schedule, Bakugou forces himself to stand up and only allow anger to show in his expression—allows himself to feel only anger—and dresses in his school uniform. He won't allow them to think he is weak. They won't see any weakness from him. No fucking tears. No damn crying. He won't take their fucking pity.

Never before has Bakugou so greatly dreaded a Friday. It's supposed to be a good day, leading into the weekend. But not for Bakugou. It's a day for him to be tormented by his classmates who now know his deepest, most well-kept secret, and it's the day before he has to reveal everything to a detective.

Wait.

Bakugou freezes, breath hitching, his hand tightly clenching to doorknob. What if the guys who were there tell everyone else? What if they already did? Bakugou closes his eyes and clenches his teeth. I still won't show any fucking weakness to those bastards, he thinks as he flings the door open, chin held high, and goes downstairs for breakfast.

Early enough that only Uraraka (I think I almost had a seizure trying to read her name over to see if I got the right amount of "ra"s and I just read it once more and I had one extraaaa) and Tsuyu are wandering about the common area and kitchen, Bakugou quickly serves himself a breakfast, eats it, and leaves to go to school. He lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding when he steps outside and realizes that neither girl gave him any odd looks. Maybe the idiots didn't tell anyone else? he ponders with relief.

He decides to walk around in the extra time he has to postpone his far too suspiciously early entrance to class, but he soon decides to make his way there when he deems the timing not too outlandish.

Bakugou enters the empty classroom and makes his way over to his chair, taking a seat and laying his head down on the desk, angled sideways so that he can glare out the window at the birds that didn't get the fucking message to shut up. He lets his eyes close as he drifts off until the classroom door opens again and students begin to enter. Bakugou sits up in his chair, leaning back and slinging his legs up onto the desk as he stuffs his hands into his pants' pockets. He directs a powerful glare and sneer towards the door, where Midoriya, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki, and Uraraka stand still. Uraraka irritably mumbles at the boys, asking why they stopped so suddenly in their path, but the boys don't respond.

Midoriya stands at the front of the group, in the very center of the doorway, his hands tightly holding his bag and his eyes wide as saucers. Iida is in a fairly similar state of shock, though his arm is also held in the air as if he had just been speaking and froze mid-lecture. The girls stand behind the two with Todoroki just behind them, blinking and looking confused as to what he should do.

Bakugou, fed up with the behavior, snarls, "The fuck are you dumbasses doing over there?"

"Bakugou, it's still early in the morning. Please wait at least until the first class before your attitude starts up, kero," Tsuyu says, a finger to her chin. Bakugou glares at her in return.

Midoriya seems to snap out of his daze, however, and he blinks rapidly, eyes averting from the blonde boy and glancing all around the room as he rubs at the back of his neck nervously. "S-sorry, Kacchan!" he apologizes, walking into the room. The others stream inside after him. "Um...why—I mean...what are you d-doing here today?" the greenette blurts before he can take the words back. "I—I just wasn't really expecting you to come after..." he trails off.

Uraraka's face morphs into one of confusion from where she now sits at her desk. "What do you mean, Deku-kun?"

Midoriya flails his hands around as he tries to backtrack, "I-it's n-no-nothing! Uh...n-never mind!" He continues to stutter as he goes over to his desk, and as he passes Bakugou, the blonde looks at him angrily and sets off a few small warning explosions, halting the green haired boy in his tracks before he can take a seat. "W-what is it, K-Kacchan?"

Bakugou spats, "I'm not fucking weak, damn Deku. Of course I came to class. I'm not a pitiful little fuck-up like you."

"Bakugou-kun!" Iida calls from his chair, though his tone is filled with far more hesitation than his usual reprimands. "I understand that you are going through a difficult time, but that is no reason to behave so rudely to Midoriya."

Bakugou turns his snarl towards Iida, who looks conflicted as to how to handle the situation. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Robot Arms." Iida moves to reprimand him again, mouth opening, but thinks better of it, averting his gaze and instead pinning it on his desk, his hands on his lap.

Bakugou's eyes fill with fury, lip pulling up at the behavior. Iida is looking down on him, surely. He thinks Bakugou is broken, now, doesn't he? He turns to Todoroki, seeking a fight, but the half and half boy is staring at Bakugou silently and contemplatively. "The fuck are you looking at, you Canadian Flag-looking fuck?" Bakugou roars, but Todoroki remains silent. Bakugou yells in outrage, pounding a fist on his desk as he turns back towards Midoriya. "The fuck are you going to do, then, damn nerd?" he asks angrily. He wants Midoriya to fight him. He wants him to yell back. He wants him to stand up for himself and prove that he still sees Bakugou as the strong figure he always has.

So when Midoriya bites his lip and looks at Bakugou with sorrowful eyes, Bakugou snaps. "You little FUCK!" he screams, leaping up from his chair as the classroom door opens and more students arrive. He hears shouts as he grabs Midoriya by the front of his shirt and the smaller boy makes to grab at his wrists to stop him but stops the motion, hesitates, and slowly pulls his hands away. Bakugou's eyes light up like fire with fury, taking the reluctance to touch him as pity, and sets off a few small explosions, throwing the other boy back into a desk with a yelp.

He snarls and grabs his bag before heading toward the door that's jam packed with students. He pushes past them, ignoring their shouts of dismay and the pitying looks from the boys, and races away down the halls. Turning a corner, tears he can't attribute to only sadness, anger, or frustration alone filling his eyes, Bakugou stops just before running into a taller, dark figure.

Looking up, Bakugou's eyes meet the black ones of his teacher and he turns his gaze down, scowling at his shoes. The man sighs and says gruffly, his expression understanding, "You can have the day off, Bakugou."

Great. More fucking pity, Bakugou's mind snarls at him, but the boy nods and maneuvers around his teacher with a mumbled "Fuck you," making his way to the dorms, where he secludes himself in his room for the rest of the terrible Friday and ignores the knocks he hears from his door every so often.

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So, yeah. I personally have a love/hate relationship with Fridays cuz my teachers just love to make it a major testing and assignment due date day.

-Angry
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