Oh, how stupid you feel.... How could you pin it on that...? How could you pin it on him? That idiot who got the pleasure and the money for fooling you drunk?

And now you're branded, like a scorched mark on your forehead, 'whore'. And who'd have thought that at U.A., the most prestigious hero school in the world, you'd be flattered at recess with the question, 'Will you sleep with me?'

And then, once again, some 'closet' came up with a question, Bakugo was standing not far away, taking notice of the situation.

"I won't go with you, not even for money."

"What the hell is that?! "

"I don't step on the same rake twice."

And with that, the thug's arm came up, swinging at you, one move and he whimpered in pain, slamming his fist into the wall. Katsuki, who had been watching this one, looks on, a concerned look on his face.

"You better be so worried when you were arguing at me, and blabbing to everyone about our shitty sex. Not worrying about the arm of that half-witted statue."

Your voice was cold, you didn't care what he had to say. Excuses weren't worth anything anymore.

"I didn't..."

Bakugo began.

"I don't care what your 'not' is, I hope the money you got for me buys you rope and soap. Your presence on the planet is only causing trouble."

You hoped he was hurt by your words, as hurt as you were when this hell started.