Dumbass || Bakugo Katsuki ||✔

chapter 1

Karasu rolled out of bed and stumbled to her dad's room, rubbing her eye with her chubby fist. The dark blue night sky she had fallen asleep to earlier had now become lighter.

The six-year-old girl tiptoed to reach the door handle, barely getting it. At last, the door opened and her dad sat up with squinted eyes, exhausted as his eyes landed on his daughter.
"Nightmare again?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Yes." She mumbled, grinning sheepishly. He patted an empty space on his bed, inviting her to get on.

When she got to the side of the bed, she struggled to climb on. Aizawa noticed this and a small smile lit his face up. He then lifted her up onto the mattress and tucked her in. "Goodnight, kid." He muttered, hugging her.

"Daddy?"

"Mhm?"

"When I'm older and stronger, you'll be sleeping in my bed when you get a nightmare." His chest vibrated as he let out a small chuckle.

"In good time, kid." Karasu giggled and felt tingles from her fathers head pats. Comforted and reassured that she was safe, she fell asleep.

9 years later...

"Dad! Come on! It's my first day!" I violently shook his limp body, his exhausted groans causing me to giggle.

He'd been working at UA high all these years and it was my first day going there. I've heard so many things about his class- how they fought off villains at USJ-... now that I think about it, that didn't go down too well because dad did come home with bandages all over him.

Even on his face.

Unlike most of the students, I got in through recommendations. Survival of the fittest eh?

As I tucked in the button-up shirt of the uniform, I sucked in a confident breath. It not only felt comfortable- but powerful.
Like I could fight anyone with this on.

Abruptly, a slender hand ruffled my hair, messing it up. I glared at my dad. "That took forever ya know?" I patted my parted fringe down.

"I don't see why you care so much, kid... you're going to be a hero to save people not to look flashy."

I pouted. "What's wrong with looking neat?" I watched as he sat down at the table, clutching onto his yellow sleeping bag and sipping on the coffee I made him.

Although he can be a bossy adult, he sure was a mood.

"By the way," Dad said, I took a seat in front of him, nodding. "Are you sure you want to stay in the dorms just yet?"

I suddenly became defensive. "Yeah, why not?"

"You still get nightmares." He answered without a stutter. I sighed and dropped my face in my palms, shaking my head. It's a miracle that I don't have eyebags.

Those nightmares are so confusing, so sketchy and ominous, I still go to dads room when I get them. Embarrassing but I'm being honest- plus... I had to, otherwise, I'd feel completely unsafe.

But I didn't want any of my classmates to know that so I decided to get my things packed then I could move in by tonight.

When we finished everything, we left our house to get into the car. Dad was tired as always and I wrote down every single detail in my small notebook. My memory is a bit blurry, I can only remember really important details.

Sometimes I was too scared to let him drive, the man seemed drunk half the time. Despite his alcoholic appearance, dad never drank, he despised alcohol. At reunions, he always rejected any wine or drink containing it.