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The moment Bakugou wakes up, some tiny part of him knows today will be a shit day, but he moves forth anyway. He gets ready and everything is normal until Hero Training. When All Might walks in with a box of something all plans he had for this being a normal day go out the window.

“These are quirk suppressors, they will erase your quirks for the week to practice not depending on them.” He states in his booming voice. 

“I can’t do that,” was Bakugou’s immediate response.

“And why is that, Bakugou, afraid of feeling weak?” ask Kaminari in a teasing voice.

“No! It’s not that, Pikachu!” he defends himself harshly, “My quirk constantly secretes nitroglycerin giving me low blood pressure and I’ve had it for 11 years making my body somewhat reliant on it.”

“The perfect reason why you should just go this week without is, Bakugou,” All Might deal from where he stands.

“I can’t do that! Deku probably has something to help my case squirreled away after all these years of analysis. Right Deku?”

“I don't have anything aside from the hypothetical section, which is just speculation. Nothing should go wrong, but it still probably isn’t the best idea,” he mumbles, hoping Bakugou wouldn’t kill him for saying that.

“See, Bakugou, you’ll be fine,” All Might reassures, “Are you ready to start?” Nods from the whole class except for Bakugou. He puts a choker on everyone and just like that their quirks were gone. 

For the first time since her quirk developed, someone other than Hagakure saw her. Jiro had no mobility in her earlobes and Ojiro had a limp tail.

“Woah, this is freaky! Oh and Hagakure, I love your hair!” Mina calls bouncing up to her.

“Thanks!” Hagakure gives the class one of the biggest smiles they’ve ever seen and that’s saying something, I mean they’re Izuku’s classmates. Bakugou for the most part seemed unaffected, but he was just standing still.

“Yo, Bakubro!” Kirishima calls’

Bakugou’s head snaps up, and he walks to Kirishima, and if you stare at him you can see the tremble in his steps as he walks over. Everyone watches, trying to see what the fuss was about earlier in his actions. 

*Bakugou PoV*

I stride over to all of the extras, ignoring the fact for a few seconds I was blind, I guess my blood pressure spiked after the constant flow of nitroglycerin cut off.  I can feel my hands tremble, and I fist them to keep them from shaking under the guise of getting mad at something Shitty Hair said. 

“So, some of us look fucking different. I don’t see what the big deal is about, doesn’t change the fact you’re a bunch of shitty extras and I’m going to beat you.” I grind out.

“Wow, rude,” one of the extras comments.

The day goes on about the same afterward, but I knew that this was just the calm before the storm. This is proven when I wake up around 3 am with shooting pain in my chest. I sit up to see if that will alleviate the pain. It doesn’t work and I sit there in my bed staring at nothing for about an hour like a fucking idiot. When the pain subsides, around 4 it is about the time I wake up to exercise,” I leave my room without it being suspicious. I slip down the stairs silently, grab a water bottle, and walk out of the door.  I harshly open the door making Shitty Deku jump out of his skin on the other side of the courtyard. 

“G-good morning Kacchan!” he chokes out.

I ignore his statement and walk to the other side of the courtyard. I do a few quick stretches and start a slow jog. As my thoughts pick up I start to run faster, trying to outrun the thoughts. As long as I don’t linger on the pain, I’ll be fine, just a few more days.  Maybe I should get help? No, that would make me weak, there’s no point in making another big deal, the medical readings, they’ll think I’m lying again. I reach the end of the school grounds and turn around hoping the pain will get better with time. I check the time 8:20, FUCK, class starts at 8:30, and I’m not in uniform. I sprint to the dorms as fast as I can and strip from my pants. I pull on my uniform pants and fast as possible, and take off my shirt and start to run while buttoning it as I run to class. I get to class 3 minutes late, worn out and sweaty.

“You’re late, Bakugou, go take your seat, see me after class,” Aizawa drones from his spot on the floor.

“Bakugou! Being late and showing bad conduct is unbecoming of a future hero! “ Iida calls, chopping his arms like a fucking idiot.

“I know, I know,” I shrug into my seat and try to copy the notes on the board. I try to ignore the little part of me questioning why my run took longer, but I just give myself the shoddy excuse I was distracted. My eyes droop shut and I place my head on the desk as I continue to write notes. Soon my eyes start to droop shut and I slip into a blissful slumber.

*Class 1-A PoV*

Midoriya noticed something was wrong with Bakugou from the moment he walked outside. At first glance, he thought that Bakugou was just sick again. Though he loathes to admit it Bakugou has little to no immune system to speak of, a gift from his father’s genes. When he shows up late to class, he knows it’s something other than that, Bakugou is never late to school, EVER, unless his mom or dad makes him go to an appointment.  When he glances back to Bakugou he does a double-take. He fell asleep in class, while that was normal for some people, Bakugou never fell asleep in class, EVER.

The whole class had noticed Bakugou’s strange behavior and, of course, they ask Izuku about it, but they are thrown into a tizzy fit when he admits he doesn’t know what’s going on.  Izuku, the person who prides himself on knowing everything about Bakugou, doesn’t know what’s going on. All they can do is not wake him up. 

“Wait! He has contacts in, that’s like really bad for your eyes, he’s gonna hate himself when he wakes up,” he calls out.

“Bakugou wears contacts?” Kirishima asks.

“Yeah he does, he got his father’s eyesight which isn’t that good, but he got his mom’s knack for instruments and languages,” Midorya answers.

“Woah, Woah, Woah, backtrack, the class is almost over, so should we let him sleep or wake him up?” Mina interjects, “And if we wake him up I volunteer Kirishima.”

“Let him sleep,” Aizawa’s bland monotone drawls from the front of the classroom.

“Are you sure, Mr. Aizawa? This may encourage sleeping during class,” Iida interjects.

“Bakugou never sleeps in class so he would have a good reason to do so, unlike others who fall asleep due to the “boring” lecture. Therefore I’m letting him sleep for another class.”

Ectoplasm had walked into the classroom while they were talking so he knew not to wake him up. The rest of the class period is about the same and no one notices the increasingly pained look on Bakugou’s face. It isn’t until a hiss of the pain heard from Bakugou, barely audible, that anyone notices. When Izuku glanced at Bakugou he couldn't see his face and assumed that he was imagining things. 

Bakugou is startled out of his sleep when Present Mic slams the door open along with a screech or the mightiest proportions. “HELLO, LITTLE LISTENERS! ARE YOU READY FOR A FINE ENGLISH CLASS.”

*Bakugou PoV*

I’m startled from my sleep by the sound of someone screeching at the top of their lungs. I jump in my seat startled, but I can’t hide the pained hiss that comes out from between my teeth. This time the pain is back, worse than before and it spread to my arm. Of fucking course, it had to be my left arm. My eyes are killing me, so in front of the whole class, I have to take out my contacts. I painstakingly reach over to my bag and take out my glasses and contact holder, the cutesy one my mom got me when mine broke that I haven’t gotten around to replacing. I take them out and put on my glasses, large circular glasses with a wireframe.

Mic shakes all of this off as if it’s no big deal, “Bakugou, are you alright? You sounded like you were in pain. Do you want to visit Recovery Girl?”

“I’m fucking fine, just sore, no reason to bother Recovery Girl,” I say, trying to defend myself.

“Kacchan, you would say that if you broke three ribs, punched a bear, and wore a prom dress to school all on the same day,” Deku pipes in. “And I speak from experience you would, and add a leg, and skinning your knees to where it’s all blood, try me, I have proof.”

“D-did this happen?” Shitty Hair asks, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Pfft what, never happened, I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Deku responds nervously. 

The cockatoo chews on his lip, appearing to have a moment of inner debate, before he speaks up, “Bakugou, go see Recovery Girl.”

“I’m perfectly fine, why do I need to see Recovery Girl?”

“Because, Bakugou, the amount of pain you displayed when you jerked is not what I would define as okay. Now, I don’t care if you’re ‘fine’,” he puts the word in air quotes, “It is best to be safe rather than sorry correct? Now go see Recovery Girl.” 

He writes up a hall pass and hands it to me. “Does someone want to go with Bakugou, to make sure he doesn't avoid seeing Recovery Girl?” Many hands shot up at this, “Okay, Kirishima, you’re the least likely to get killed. I grab my stuff and walk out the door, and wait for Shitty Hair to catch up. We walk the hallways together. Of course, in the process, we run into Monoma.

“What is this? The esteemed members of Class 1-A out of class. Scandalous.” 

“Go away Monoma, we have permission to be here, and you’re not in class either.”  Kirishima tries to shoot back, failing miserably.

I, in an epic show of restraint, ignore him and keep walking. Kirishima rushes to my side as we walk to Recovery Girl’s office. It takes about five minutes to reach her office by the end of the hallway.

“Bakugou, Kirishima, nice to see you. Why are you here again?” Recovery Girl says, a hard undertone to her voice. 

“Bakugou was in pain and slept through all of homeroom and math. He only woke up in English and appeared to be in pain. He claims he’s just sore but I’m not sure,” he rattles off.

I settle myself onto the bed, showing some signs of pain, as Recovery Girl preps for the checkup required since I was hauled here.

*3rd Person PoV*

 When nothing appears to be awry except for the fact that he had none of the folic acid buildups that you see when sore, and Bakugou shouldn’t be getting so sore he is inhibited now that his body is getting used to the physical strain. Recovery Girl rechecks his vitals and sends him on his way because even though he is in pain he is technically fine. 

When Bakugou walks back into the classroom with Kirishima he is bombarded with questions asking if he is okay. He answers them with vague answers that the class is always given when asking about his health. Aside from the mishap in the morning, the day continues normally, and this is the biggest issue of all, whenever something looks good for the hero class the world chews it up and shits on it.  When Bakugou retreated to bed earlier the class didn't think of it, he slept during class today. 

When Bakugou wakes up in the morning, around 2 am this time, the pain is even worse. He claws at his chest, unable to breathe before the shock leaves his system leaving him gasping for air and in more pain. He sits there and for the first time in far too long, a sob escapes past his lips. Like a mental dam giving way Bakugou cries and then all of the sudden, it’s all he can do to muffle the sobs so no one knows he was crying. 

When Bakugou walks down to the common room for breakfast nobody comments on his bleary structure or puffy, red eyes. They also ignore the fact he drank a whole pot of coffee in less than 15 minutes. 

Bakugou walks into class, and it is probably the most normal entrance they’ve ever seen from him. No yelling, fighting, and even no explosions. He just walks in and sits down after muttering a quick ‘sup loser’. Midoriya almost has a full-blown crisis when Bakugou doesn’t scream, insult, or dismiss him when he says good morning. Bakugou places his head on his desk after that exchange and it almost looks like he’s a grade-schooler who got in trouble.

When Aizawa walks in to find him this way, he ignores it and starts to write important announcements for the day on the board. Bakugou lazily lifts her head to copy down what was written, then resumes his previous position.

When Ectoplasm walks down the hallway he notes the lack of explosions and screaming, so he isn’t that surprised when he walks into near-perfect silence. He ignores the strange behavior of Bakugou and explains the problem, but it is strange when Bakugou doesn’t participate other than copying down the notes.

When Mic bursts into the room with his usual yells, but the only reaction he gets out of Bakugou is a wince. He starts a review on prepositions, but when he asks Bakugou he gets a lackluster response. 

Lunch rolls around and it is strange, but all of class 1-A except for the Bakusquad sit together and attempt to puzzle out what’s wrong with Bakugou. Unbeknownst to them, in the UA teacher lounge, they are attempting to do the same thing.

When the lunch bell rings with nothing figured out the students of class 1-A walk to the classroom, grab their costumes, and walk to the changing rooms. Sadly  (well not sadly but still) nothing appears to be wrong with Bakugou appearance-wise.

After everyone lines up in their hero costumes,  they are put into pairs to spar, Bakugou is paired with MIdorya, but there isn’t a single word of protest uttered from him, and it is by far one of the scariest things the class has collectively seen.

Training goes smoothly, Bakugou and Midorya pretty evenly matched, until the water break. Bakugou is against the back wall and it is obvious that he doesn’t want to talk so the class doesn’t bother him. They don’t talk to him or interact with him until out of nowhere he collapses. There’s no warning, he just collapses and it doesn’t register until Kirishima utters soundly smaller than they’ve ever heard,

“Bakugou?” and prods him, louder he calls All Might, “Bakugou collapsed,” he still sounds so scared than anyone’s ever heard from him. 

When All Might comes ever the first thing he does is check his pulse. When none is found, All MIng still as calm as possible with his fear being pushed aside, has someone get the defibrillator and starts CPR. Someone calls 911 and contacts the front office along with Recovery Girl within the 10-ish minutes that it takes to grab the defibrillator.

Recovery Girl rushes into the gym and takes over for All Might, and he has to wait, hoping for the best along with the rest of the class.

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Chapter 2
As Bakugou is carted away on a stretcher, All Might works on herding Class 1-A, minus Bakugou, out of the gym. Some of the more sensitive students like Midoriya, Momo, and Uraraka are crying. The students in the hallway shy away from them, but this fact isn’t registered by anyone.

When the small procession reaches the dorms they all trudge off to their respective dorms rooms to cry or whatever they need to let out the stress today has brought.

Around dinnertime, Izuku and Kirishima round up the whole class and bring them to the dining room for food, and to create plans to visit Bakugou after class in the morning. With that, they brought the meeting to a close and all returned to their rooms to rest and piece their composure back together with a mix of Flex Tape™ and other Flex™ products.

The next morning dawn bright, filled with sun and puffy clouds and shit like that. It made more than one student want to punch the higher power that controls shit in the face. So, with reluctance they drag themselves out of bed, one unspecified being flipping the bird at the sky (it was Tokoyami). They walk to class together and sit in silence until Aizawa walks in. The day continues normally until around 6th period.

Cementoss is starting the lecture on How to Kill a Mocking Bird and the symbolism within it and how you can relate it to the world now when Nedzu’s staticky voice comes on over the intercom.

“Cemtentoss, sorry to interrupt class but I have news on Bakugou’s condition,”

The whole class perks up and Cementoss presses the button thingy to respond, “Would you like us to meet you at your office?”

“Yes, that would be preferable,”
So the class, looking like the girls from Madeline all walking in two rows behind Cementoss work their way towards the Principal's office. The overwhelming silence follows them as they walk down the halls, the classes on break shrinking over to the walls as quick as possible, making themselves scarce.

As the class trudges closer the aura of fear and apprehension grows, sky rocking when they walked in to find two other people there, one looking like Bakugou and the other with brown hair and glasses.

“Auntie Mitsuki, Uncle Masuru? I-is Kacchan okay?” Izuku asks, starting to panic.

“I’m sorry Zuzu,” Izuku stiffens, Mizuki only uses that name when something is really bad, “Katsuki passed this morning.”