Bakugou wasn't exactly sure how he talked Aizawa into letting him sit in class today, Especially when Bakugou probably looked like shit from staying up half the night. One possibility was Aizawa was  finally dead inside. Or maybe he just wanted to keep in eye on all his ducklings. It didn't matter, what did was he hadn't put up much more of a fight when Bakugou showed up at the classroom door. The man just sighed deeply, " You're sitting out during heroics." 

Fucking fine by me, Bakugou thought as he plopped down in his desk. He thought about putting his feet up on the desk but the bandages where still stiff from the hospital and Bakugou didn't want to push his luck. The incisions where healed on a surface level, some hag with a quirk had seen to that, but that didn't mean shit for how sore his muscles where. So Bakuogu leaned back in his chair instead as Mr Aizawa stood half asleep at the front of the class taking attendance. Bakugou mostly tuned out what he was saying in favor for what he didn't say. Aizawa was Not someone to let Tardiness go. A hero needed every possible second to save people, to catch the bad guy. Late heroes did neither of those.  But Aizawa got to the end of his list and didn't even raise an eye brow at Shitty hairs absence. 

***

It was like a tick chewing at the very back of Bakugous brain. Burrowed in just deep enough that really if he wanted to do anything about it he'd need some tools, or risk making it worse by trying to burn it off. But burn it off he tried. Technically Aizawa wasn't in charge of the Heroics training but no one could argue classes went smoother and safer when he did sit in. It was always better to have the ability to stop a quirk melt down then not, Especially when going against peers. That didn't mean that it wasn't annoying when his teacher showed up to class Possibly with the intention to stop him from convincing All might to let him participate. 

"I need to catch up!" Bakugou started when Aizawa pointed him towards the bench. 

"You were well ahead of your classmates in both combat and Quirk mastery. Sitting out for a few more days will be nothing but a benefit to you in the long run."

"I need to do something! I'm not going to sit back doing Jack shit."

Aizawa seemed to sigh in resignation, closing his eyes as if searching for how to word a very specific order. Or maybe he just really didn't want to look at his stubborn student who had quickly  moved himself up Aizawa list to Problem child numero uno. Rubbing his eyes, " Bakugou you are permitted to do some light jogging around the arena. If you take one step faster then a light jog I will make sure recovery girl hears about it." 

A reeming from recovery girl was not something to scoff at but Bakugou did. HE didn't really give a fuck at this moment he needed to do something about the burning in his muscles.  So when Aizawa turned his back to assign his other classmates a partner to spare with Bakugou took off. 'Light' is an objective word. 

Was his pace slower then a run? Yes. 

Was that because he was holding back and doing what was asked of him? No.

 As much as he denied it, his ribs and chest still stung like bastards when he breathed in to deep.  His bones seemed to creak as Bakugou drew in another deep breathe. Fuck resting, Fuck sitting out, and Fuck anyone who thought Bakugou Fucking Katsuki was going to half ass his laps. They can go suck a dick, He was going to jog and keep jogging until Class was over or recovery girl herself dropped from the sky and told him to knock it the fuck off. 

One 

two

three

In.

One 

two

three

out. 

Bakugou counted as his feet landed, letting the land fall away beneath him. Letting the pain of his chest wash over him. When he fell into the pain it really wasn't that bad. if he embraced it as he plodded along the track it was almost like the pain after a charlie horse. The pain you get after the worse part is over and the knot is just now working itself out. It still hurt like hell but it wasn't quiet as bad. 

The only problem was that this left over pain is it didn't feel right. Like it should't even be left over of anything. It was hallow and pointless and It really wasn't helping the pace Bakugou was trying to keep up. Maybe if he tried going a little faster he would keep the pace he was going. 

Just a little faster couldn't hurt anything.

one, two.

three

breathe

one, two 

three. 

breathe 

There, Speeding up meant his breath was a little shallower, Barley even a measure shallower but it felt better. It didn't hurt as bad, so going a little bit faster couldn't cause that much damage. 

One, Two

Three, four

Breathe

One, Two

Three, Four

Breathe.

"Bakugou!" A stern voice called out to him, sounding a little more then pissed. 

Just a little bit faster, I'm almost there. Bakugou thought, instead picking up his pace just a little more. 

One,Two,three,four.

breathe

One,Two,Three,Four

OneTwoThreeFour

Onetwothreefour

onetwothreefour

onetwothreefour

onetwothreefour

onetwothreefour

"Katsuki Fucking Bakugou! Stop this instant!" Bakugou Was yanked back hard from his full blow sprint. Aizawa scarf wrapped itself tightly around Bakugous torso, Pulling him off his feet with the sheer force and giving him whiplash as he fell backwards into the ground. 

Bakugou gasped at the sudden surge of pain in his chest, A combination of actually breathing air in and hitting the ground sideways right where the incision from before was. The breath being Knocked out of him did not stop his quite and colorful swearing. "Mother fucking asshole tripping me the fuck up with his stupid scarf shit-" as deep gasp for air " 'is bloody fucking Christ on toast that hurt" He was still clutching his side and swearing when Aizawa Showed up standing above him. 

"Recovery girl right fucking now Young man." Aizawa ordered. 

"One second." Bakugou pulled himself up with one arm refusing to let go of his side. It was starting to feel warm with something sticky. 

Aizawa reached down with one hand and pulled him up in one swift motion. " You did this to yourself. The rest of you Finish your stretches. I want you to be running laps when I get back." Turning back to bakugou and placing a firm hand on his shoulder, " March."

" Fucking lovely." 

***

As Bakugou quickly discovered. A pissed Recovery Girl is approximately 50x worse then an angry Dadzawa. Even when the angry wasn't entirely Directed at him. " Recovery-" He only tried to interject once to mention the bleeding before being swiftly shut down. " Guess I'll bleed then." 

 " Honestly Shota! I expect this kind of recklessness from All might and Midoriya But you-" She shook her head as she ushered Bakugou to sit in on one of the beds. What was more suprising was the fact Aizawa didn't say anything in his own defense. simply nodded and excepted the scolding. 

I wonder if it could Cauteriz the wound? Bakugou thought briefly, before deciding testing it on a wound that close to so many important organs would not be the wise decision. And he'd made enough stupid choices over the past week. 

"You shouldn't have even entertained the thought! You know what the recover process is like!" She continued, " Where is that bracelet I gave you to track your blood pressure?" 

"Damn Hospital took it, Said they gave it back to you."

"Don't even start with that foul language with me Young man." Recovery girl smacked him light on the back of the hand, " of course they did. I don't even know the damage you did to your-  ARE YOU BLEEDING?" 

" I tried to tell you-" Bakugou muttered pulling his arm away from his side. 

"Shota, GO back to your class. Bakugou Will not be allowed to return to ANY school activities for until next Monday. Then he will be pulling light duty until next Friday." Recovery girl pulled a small set of clothing scissors out of a draw. " Lift up your arm boy." 

Bakugou complied without complaint. Almost relieved She wasn't more angry. Bakugou sighed as much as His newly opened wound would let him. It didn't even hurt that bad compared to- The wound throbbed violently, the pressure removed now it was free to hurt like a bitch and Bakugou, for the first time in perhaps a long time regretted his choices. 

"OH you are not off the hook yet." Recovery girl scowled pulling away the fabric . " Not even close."

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Don't worry We'll see how our Kiri-Sunshine is holding up next chapter!