chapter 1
It was all just a bit too much.
He just couldn’t handle it.
So much happened, he just wanted it to end.
That was what he was going to do right now. The note was written and his bags were packed. His phone battery was full and his charger was in his bag. He had the address on his phone and how to get there. His headphone on, blasting music, with his backpack on.
He slowly cimbed out his window and jumped, he only started running when he hit the ground.
He stopped for a second and looked back one more time, took a breath, before continuing.
It was finally going to end.
He could start all over.
He had lots of money with him , while he already had food, he could still buy some if needed, in the mean time he'd still need to pay for the bus and the plane.
He planned everything with his parents and cousin months in advance.
His parents knew they weren’t doing a good job at raising him, and Katsuki knew too .
His parents loved him, it was obvious, but just didn’t know how to raise him.
So he’s going to live with his cousin in Russia, they all agreed it would be better for him.
The class probably wouldn’t mind him leaving, they all seemed to hate him anyway.
It was gonna be a long way walking, but he knew that before he left .
He took his phone and called his cousin. His music—sadly-- stopped and he heard his phone ringing.
His cousin quickly picked up.
“Hey Katsuki! Did you already leave?”
“Yeah, I just left the building. ”
“Alright, you know the way right?”
“Yeah, I have the map on my phone."
“Okay, good to know. Call me when you’re at the bus."
“I will, love you."
“Love you too"
Katsuki hung up the call. Music started blarring in his again.
God, he was so tired. Why did school have to start so early? Bakugou wasn’t even there to make them food. He wondered where he was. He wasn’t in class right now. He most of the time is here really early.
Almost everyone was in class already, so it was weird he wasn’t there. He wonder what he’s doing.
“Hey Sero, did you see the envelope on Aizawa-sensei’s desk?” Kami said, taking him out of his thoughts.
“No, what is the envelope doing there?” Sero aksed curious.
“I don’t know, but I really want to know!” Kami said.
After he said that Aizawa walked in.
“Aizawa-sensei! You have a letter!”
“Oh really?” Aizawa said suprised. He walked over to his desk and took the letter.
“Read it to the class,” he mumbled softly.
He looked up at the class to see everyone there looking at him. Except for Bakugou.
“Where’s Bakugou?” he asked.
The class looked around. No one knew.
“Maybe it’s in the note?” Uraraka said.
“Maybe,” he said while opening the envelope.
It was a well written note, having been handwritten. The penmanship matching Bakugou’s handwriting on all of his written assignments and notes. Aizawa cleared his throat before beginning to read aloud.
“Dear everyone,” he already knew something was wrong after this sentence.
“I’m sorry for what I’m about to say but I left and I’m not coming back” Aizwa stopped for a second to realize what he just read. When he looked up at the class he could see how tense they were, small unaudible whispers were to be heard.
He took a deep breath, and continued again.
“I know this is weird to hear from me, but there was alreeady a lot going on and my mental wasn’t doing good. So I’m dropping out of UA and moving out of japan. It was all just getting all little to much and I wanted to start over. I wanna apoligize to everyone for being the bother that I am. You won’t have to see my face anymore. And don’t try to call the cops and call me missing, because everything was already sorted out with my parents. So, my last words to the class are: I hope you make it big and become they great heroes I couldn’t be!
From
Bakugou Katsuki”
He was pretty much able to cut the tension in the room with a knife. The unaudible whispers got louder and if you payed attention they could be audible.
For fuck sake, what did he just read? A student, no, his student dropped out of UA for the sake of his mental health. He should have noticed something was wrong. Why was he so stupid?
It seems like the class thought the same thing.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Is this a joke? Please say this is a joke,” Kirishima said, he looked as if he was on the verge of crying, which he probably was.
“Kacchan doesn’t joke around with stuff like this,”Midoriya said.
“Well if it’s true, then we just have to continue the lesson,”I said emotionless.
“But Aizawa-sensei! We can’t start the lesson without him!” Kaminari yelled.
“Well he’s not here and I’m not going to stop my lesson just because he isn’t here.”
The class quietly went on that day. Most of the time you would be happy with a quiet class, but this was too quiet, you could pretty much feel the sad aura from the class.
The other teachers and classes noticed it too. Instead of the happy and wild class they always were, they were shuffeling over the ground with frowns on their faces.
They didn’t know what to do. Their Bakugou left. What would their class even be without him?
They wouldn’t have him help them with their homework anymore, or make food for them, or make sure they don’t do anything bad. They needed him. They had to get him back. But how would they do that? They needed to make a plan. They would get him back. Even if it is the last thing they will do.