BRRRRING
BRRRRING
BRRRRING
The ring of the clock echoed throughout the room, its brash sounds infesting their way into the head of the small boy who was sleeping inside of the bed.
The bed creaked and groaned, its old infrastructure showing as the boy rose from his slumber, akin to a vampire rising from his coffin. He looked around his room, taking in its chipped blue paint and old infrastructure as he got up and started his daily routine.
The boy yawned and wiped his eyes, a vacant look in his sea-green eyes sleepily searching around the room for something. He soon found what he was looking for in a slightly rusted birdcage, its hinges being damaged and its wear and tear showing abundantly.
He puts the cage on his bed and heads to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.
He gazed upon his form, a short olive-skinned teenager at about 16 years old looking back at him. He rubbed a hand along his sharp jawline and traced across a long claw-like scar on his cheek. His face indicated regret that since passed, yet still clawed its way to his mind in everyday fashion.
The boy simply sighed, grabbing his toothbrush and washing his face while stepping in the shower, not bothering to change the ice-cold temperature that it was stuck on, opting to simply tank the cold water.
After he got done washing up, he changed into his traditional school uniform, a black button-up with a white blazer and yellow tie. He walked back into his room, a blank expression adorning his face as he sat down on the bed, grabbing the sheet and placing it in his mouth.
He slowly breathed in and out, repeating the cycle until his hand suddenly shot in his chest, disregarding the clothes he was wearing and seemed to grab something. Pain shot through his entire being, screams of pure agony only being muffled by his will and the sheet until he finally took his hand out of his chest.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
A bright red heart was ripped out of his body, still thumping with vitality. The boy looked scornfully at the heart, almost seeming as if he was cursing it before chucking it into the birdcage, the cage automatically locking itself after the heart was thrown in it.
The boy breathed deeply, trying to regain his control over his body after the pain he endured and got up, but not before taking the cage and putting it in the corner of his room, the heart thumping in rhythm, almost trying to tempt the boy into getting it out.
The boy turns around and walks out of the room.
—Scene change—
"What's going on, Champ?" A sleazy voice from the living room asked. On the couch was the boy's father, a pale man with bags under his eyes and an almost permanent grin on his face. The boy would consider his father as a good man, just someone with a very unlikeable and punchable face and voice.
Right now he was sitting on the couch with his work clothes on, a standard construction vest on with brown khaki shorts. "I would fix breakfast for you, but my manager's called me in for a shift earlier than before. Just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't get worried" He said as he adjusted the straps of his vest.
The boy didn't respond.
This did not stop the dad who got up from the couch, walking towards his son and giving him a one-armed hug. "I love you Aiden. Have a good day at school for me, okay?" The father released the boy from the hug, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder as he walked out the door.
Aiden kept his neutrality, sitting on the couch where his father once sat. He leaned his head back into the couch, his mind beginning to wander as his eyes gazed upon an old picture frame.
The picture was of him, his mother and his father all grouped together for a family photo, the last family photo they would ever take at the ripe old age of 5.
He kept his expression apathetic and got up, grabbing the picture frame and putting it face-down, deciding to get up and start the day at his school.
—Scene change—
Aiden dragged his feet across the floor of Aldera high school, the cold linoleum walls surrounding him, pressuring him. He tried to ignore the oppressive environment of the school, dipping and dodging between his peers.
Although his body was here his mind, his attention was somewhere else. It wasn't like he was thinking about anything particularly important, no, it was simply better not to think about anything than to even have a thought in his mind.
His gaze wandered until it snapped on one person. Crap. He quickly looked around and tried to find the quickest way to get out from the person in front of him.
In front of him, surrounded by his goons and admirers was the one and only, infamous Bakugou Katuski. Bakugou was average for Japanese standards, standing at 5'8 compared to Aiden's short 5'5. He had spiky blonde hair which fit perfectly with his explosive personality as the self proclaimed best at Aldera.
Although he was self proclaimed, the hype was not something to be ignored. His quirk, explosion could have him… Well, explode. Through him producing nitroglycerin from his sweat, he can ignite it and cause roaring explosions from anywhere on his body, though he preferred using his hands.
Now with all of this in mind; people saw Bakugou Katuski and thought he was an upstanding student who's quirk was guaranteed to take him to the big leagues.
This was only half true.
In reality Bakugou was a bully, a very bad one at that. He frequently talked down to almost every other kid here, calling them "extras" compared to him. He was also known for his hotheadedness, blowing up at any perceived insult to him, blowing up especially at anything to do with quirklessness.
Unfortunately, Aiden fit into this category.
Although not quirkless, Aiden has always refused to use his quirk in any situation, even against Bakugou which pissed him off to no end. Bakugou never cared why Aiden didn't use his quirk, he only cared that he never used it and like a dog with a grudge he kept coming to Aiden.
Aiden didn't engage, only turning on his heel and attempting to go to the hall on his left. Unfortunately, life is never that easy.
"Oi, freak!"
Aiden froze.
"Oi, you know I'm fucking talking to you!"
Aiden slowly turned around to see Bakugou's visage, a deep scowl etched on his face as he glared at Aiden. 'You fucking ignoring me, freak?"
Aiden locked eyes with him. "Bakugou, it is the last day of school. We do not have to do this." His voice was soft, yet firm as he stared down Bakugou.
The aforementioned simply grinned and held his hands to the sides, small explosions beginning to pop out
""I know I don't have to, I just fucking want to!"
Bakugou initiated the fight with a lunge with his right arm, going for a jab at Aiden's face.
Aiden blocked the jab, moving back and redirecting Bakugou away from him into the wall. Bakugou clicked his teeth and stared down Aiden again. "You shitty freak, fight the fuck back!" Bakugou goes in with a combo.
He first tries an uppercut that Aiden moves back from, followed by 2 crosses and a jab. Aiden hurriedly blocks the first cross, the second one landing on his forehead and the jab hitting his right shoulder.
Bakugou then charges in with a right open hand grab, almost certainly going for an explosion to the face. Aiden notices and quickly dodges to the left, hoping that Bakugou would instead explode the wall and give him a chance to escape while he gets in trouble by the teachers.
Yet, surprisingly, Bakugou shifts his weight to his right leg and brings his left hand to Aiden's chest and fires off a very weak explosion. Although the explosion was weak, any normal human was not built for an explosion in general. It knocked Aiden off of his feet and onto the ground, him holding his stomach in pain.
Bakugou starts to walk up to Aiden's form with an almost demonic smile on his face. "What now, freak, are you gonna fight back?"
Aiden's hands shook, he was tired of Bakugou walking over him, he was tired of being treated like he didn't matter, he was tired of feeling nothing all the time, apathy coursing through his veins 24/7, he was sick of it!
*Aiden is filled with DETERMINA—
NO
NO
No…
"...No, Bakugou, I will not use my quirk." Bakugou's smile instantly flipped, seeing Aiden's body and response. It was as clear as day, he could see his arms glowing red and sparks of red light starting to flash off of him before he refused him.
"...Then I'll just have to fucking kill you, shitty freak." He said, unnervingly calm, walking slowly towards Aiden, letting his explosions pop.
"Shit guys, the principal's coming!" One of the students who were in the hallway said. Almost instantly, everyone attempted to run, suddenly not interested in the fight going down anymore, including Bakugou.
Only Aiden was left on the ground, slowly getting up and managing to go into the bathroom before the Principal could see him. When he got into the bathroom, he was absolutely alone, nobody else even in the stalls.
Aiden looked at himself in the mirror, lifting his shirt up to see the fist sized bruise nursing on his stomach. He clicked his tongue and glared at himself in the mirror, disdain fueling his gaze.
"...I hate you."