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Losing control and letting my anger get the best of be... was my second mistake. 

The deafening ringing in my ears drowned out the noise, but eventually, I listened as the frightened chatter of unsuspecting people gazed at me with hate-filled eyes. By the time I'd been recollecting my senses, it was far too late.

"Shit..." I murmured, eyeing the blood spilling from the lifeless corpse. Reeling my hand from his tangled locks of hair, my frantic eyes ripped from him and to the small crowd. 

That metallic, crimson color coated my gloves and jacket. And for once... I'd began to feel tense, troubled, regretful...

I didn't mean to actually kill him. 

I took a step back, lowering my gaze onto my blood-soaked hands with gritted teeth. "D-Don't move! The police are on their way!" A woman shouted. It obviously took a truckload of courage, because she was trembling.

'The police...' I had to get a grip. Clenching my soiled hands, I inevitably scrambled out of the building, trying my hardest to avoid the cameras... but there were just far too many. 

'I... I did it... I actually killed someone!' I huffed out, my frantic eyes gluing itself to the paved pathway in front of me. My thoughts were a mess.

I did it in broad daylight; in a café... It was fortunate I wore what I did. My tempo started off as a slow, moderately-hurried one, but eventually, I began to run; fleeing through the busy streets. 

I couldn't even hear the ding of my phone, or my heavy breathes because of my loud and rampant thoughts. 

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6:42PM 

Beloved

Ketsueki! Do you want to hang out with me today? 

I don't want to go home. 

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I read it... but of course, I had no intention of meeting her while I was in such a predicament. Gritting my teeth, I resisted the temptation to message (Y/N) back. Just barely. 

I continued with my run, tucking away my cell phone. It'd only been five minutes, and then I felt the vibration of another message. 

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6:47PM

Halfwit

Are you busy right now?

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What could she possibly need with me? Did she want to see me just as badly as I want to see her? Or is she... using me as a rebound for Ketsueki? 

The thought maddened me. It maddened me to a point where I'd no longer been thinking about the offense I'd made just a few minutes prior. 

But... it was (Y/N). And so, irritation and anger left me as quickly as it came. 

I began removing my gloves. And due to my thumbs skidding across my vibrant screen, I hadn't been very wary of the barrage of people walking into my direction; inevitably bumping into one.

I definitely wasn't in a good mood; intentionally shooting him a glare. He was just watching me as I stumbled back, eyeing the blood clinging to my cheek and jacket. I wiped my face, feeling as my hood fell over. 

"Hey," Slowly, I slid my soiled pair of black gloves into my pocket. "Quit starin' if you like your eyes." Then, I pulled my hood back over my head. 

He had ear piercings in both of his ears, a tiny slit shaved on his right eyebrow. His hair was a dark, honey brown color with a black undercut. It was swept and styled to his left. He must've took a decade in front of his mirror to make himself look presentable to the public. 

"What?" He snarled. I furrowed my brow after hearing him scoff, audibly. "You shouldn't have been looking at your phone. Not my fault you weren't bein' cautious."

I didn't have the time to tango with this guy; so instead, I stood to my feet, brushed him by with my shoulder, and hurried off.  "Get lost."

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6:47PM

Halfwit

Are you busy right now?

6:50PM

Me

I'll see you at the PC Center in 20.

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Impatiently waiting for Bakugo to show, I kept my hands pressed against my knees. Being stood up was embarrassing as it was... and then he asks me to remove and block his number? 

"Screw you! I don't need anyone!" I yelled into my phone as though he could hear me rage. He seemed sweet from his profile picture... guess I was wrong. 

Doing as he asked me a while ago, I couldn't help but feel defeated; heartbroken. 

"You look like shit." Bakugo voiced, standing near me with his hands shoved into his pockets. He gradually approached me, coming to a halt once he were a few feet from me. 

Both painfully smiling and chuckling, my eyes lowered back to my toes. "What do you figure? I always look like this." 

My response must've been a surprising one... because he stifled a snicker. "Come on." He demanded, proceeding into the PC Center. 

"What? Where are we going?" I asked, grabbing my belongings and following after him; quite frantically. 

"Where does it look like? You really are a moron." 

"Hey, don't call me that!" 

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For the rest of the day, I visited my father before heading back home to reassure my grandma that I was alright. I couldn't sleep a wink after what happened to me... and I grew very self-conscious as a result. 

Even now, as I'm heading into the school building... I can't help but think back to those messages every now and then. 

"Hey, (Y/N)! Bakugo isn't walking with you today?" A red-head asked, approaching me with a friendly grin. 

Shaking my head, I smiled back, adjusting the watch on my wrist. "No; I actually have no idea where he's gone off to this morning. I assumed he went with you." 

"'Fraid not. I guess he had somethin' to take care of." We proceeded to head into the school, talking to a few others as they joined us. 

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"Bakugo, you're late." 

Aizawa announced, eyes rolling towards the blond standing in the door. He strolled inside, keeping his hands pushed into his pockets. "Yeah. I know." He responded coldly, inevitably taking his seat.

"...Alright class. It hasn't been long since (Y/N) joined us, but we have a new student here with us today. Go on, you can introduce yourself." Gesturing for the student to come in, he took a few steps back; tired eyes narrowing on them. 

The curious chatter had already begun. Even I was looking forward to the newcomer joining us. 

Stepping inside was a male. He had ear piercings in both of his ears, with a tiny slit shaved on his right eyebrow. His hair was a dark, honey brown color with a black undercut. It was swept and styled to his left. His pinky finger idled in his ear, swirling and picking at his ear. 

 "Yeah, yeah. Hey there ~ I'm Rocky Murasaka. I'm not too keen with self-introductions, so uhh— Pleasure to meet you all." He then blew at his fingertip.

I personally thought it was disgusting, but he was a little... handsome. The chatter only continued, even while Aizawa gave him directions on where he'd be seated. 

But... why was he staring at Bakugo?