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---Bakugou---
He held his hands to his ears, loud ringing blocking out any of the shouts coming from his classmates. Bakugou and the rest of his class had been training, he got paired up with Shouto and they had gone all out. As Bakugou was about to blast his training partner’s face, he had made the stupid move of accidently slipping on a piece of half melted ice. His blast ricocheted straight back into his face. That was the last thing he remembered, the very distant sound of classmates shouting, the smell of burnt flesh, the taste of iron in his mouth before he collapsed onto the floor.
Bakugou knew he was already losing his hearing. It was slow, subtle, but still enough to tell the difference. The way he could not hear shitty Deku’s ramblings anymore, the grumbles of Aizawa when Denki had asked a stupid question. His parents made him take JSL (Japanese Sign Language) classes starting at the age of 5 when the doctors warned them of the repercussions of his own, mesmerizing quirk. In all its destructiveness, there was a sense of beauty in the way the sparks left his palms in various shades and hues of red, orange, and yellow.
Bakugou jolted awake and felt bile in the back of his throat, he felt groggy, and half of his face was bandaged, and he was blinded by the bright florescent lights of Recovery Girls office. The flickering woke him up a bit, it annoyed him, he was close to just blasting the shit out of th lights so he could go back to sleep. He felt warm, a fever, his injuries were not fully healed by Recovery Girl and most likley got a bit infected. He slowly sat up, and with bluring vision he tried to see who was around him.
“Wh...what happened?” Bakugou cleared his throat and swallowed whatever he felt rising into his mouth. He assumed his body was in shock from what happened, because he sure as hell felt like it. He looked around to see three people, Aizawa, Recovery Girl, and Shouto who were talking with their backs turned to Bakugou. The moment they heard his broken and quiet voice, they turned around in a flash and approached him with caution. Shouto had a guilty look on his face, and looked at Bakugou with sympathy, which of course, Bakugou took the wrong way and assumed was a look of pity.
“The fuck are you all looking at me like that for?” Wait...Bakugou had spoken, right? Why could he not hear his own voice? Why was his face pulsing in so much pain and agony. He groaned and tried to put back together pieces of what had happened during training, btu his head was pounding too much for that bullshit right now. He looked up at Aizawa who seemed to be speaking, his lips were moving so why weren’t there any words coming out of his mouth? Oh. Right. Bakugou knew this day would come, the day he would lose one of his senses, become weak, a disabled hero. Even though he would have refused to let that stop him from being number one either way, he was still at a disadvantage from the rest of his classmates. He felt the anger and frustration rise in him body. He started perpetrating from stress, his anxiety getting to him. He looked away from his teacher and shoved his face into his bandaged wrapped hands. The explosion had also slightly burnt his hands, but it was more than that. He had been pushing himself so much lately his hands were callused and strained. Aizawa has slightly shook him, and Recovery Girl tried to get Bakugou to calm down. Bakugou felt his chest tighten and his breathing getting quicker.
Fuck! He was not supposed to do this in front of people, he was already wrapped in bandaged, his entire class saw the stupid move he did which costed him his entire future, but they didn’t know that yet. He started to feel sick again and covered his mouth with his hand. He let out shaky breaths and wiped sweat from the one side of his face that wasn’t bandaged. Bakugou’s entire life now had been thrown off entirely off its course and he was going to have to learn how to live with it.