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“You can always call me when you need help.”
I hovered over the call button labeled, “Aizawa-Sensei.” A part of me was telling myself to suck it up and deal with the pain. Don’t burden someone else with your issues. Nobody needs to hear you be weak. But the other part of me knew that I wouldn’t be able to do this alone. I had done it alone for so long and now I finally have an escape, why shouldn’t I take it?
I clicked the call button.
I hung up seconds later.
I waited for another call.
It never came.
I got out of bed, it was late, around 2 am. I knew that Mr. Aizawa didn’t sleep all that much at night and he usually was awake. A part of me knew this and that’s why I called again. This time I was at the bus stop. Sitting on the bench shivering as a gust of early-spring wind flew past me, chilling my ears and face.
I waited on the phone.
“Bakugou? Is something wrong?” The deep voice of my teacher filters through the dark silence that was the night. I couldn’t speak. It was as if my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth with a metal ball lodged in my throat unwilling and stubborn to let me speak. “-kugo? Hey, Kid------ wro-----right?------”
“Help.” It was as if I took a breath of fresh air. Not refreshing. But it was enough. “Help me. I can’t take it anymore. It’s awful I can’t do this anymore. I just want to run and run away till I can’t see my own feet anymore. I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I just want to get out. I don’t want to be here. I’m at the bus stop. Please.”
“Hey, kid, take the night shuttle to Shizuoka, alright? I’ll meet you there.”
“O-okay. Thank you.”
“No problem. You can always call me.”
In a blur, time passes and I’m getting off the bus. In the distance, I see a man with a light-colored scarf and dressed in black standing next to a car. In slow motion, I cross the distance needed.
I’m met with a hug.
“Hey, kid, you’re alright now. Shh, you’re okay. You’re safe .”
And I let go.