Working for a ticking time bomb/ Katsuki Bakgou x Reader

The beginning

Y/N POV:

There I lay, cold and alone on the floor, drenched in water with my mind spinning. My vision was blurry due to the tears forming in my eyes: my arms were bruised and I had some burns on my wrists, suddenly laughter echoed through my head. Before I could look to register where the sounds were coming from I felt eyes on me and slowly I saw shadows form over my fragile state. I looked up to see distorted faces looming over me laughing like maniacs. Some were clutching their stomachs as if they were dying of laughter however I couldn't see their faces properly; it was as if they were smudged. Before I could look away my face was roughly grabbed, my eyes turned to face whatever had grabbed me, but just like before I couldn't make out who it was. However they were different, I could sense it. I could feel pure hatred and disgust radiate out of them. 'Your pathetic Y/N' they spat spilling all their anger into my name. Their hand slowly went back and then shot forward causing a...

I quickly sat up sweating all over. My eyes darted all over the room trying to find all the laughing faces, but luckily no-one was there. I sighed as relief washed over me, just another one of those fucked up nightmares. Talking of nightmares my alarm started going off, it was already 7:30am, I groaned as I turned it off and slowly slid my legs of the couch. I guess I stood up a little too fast, because my legs couldn't hold my weight yet and I collapsed onto the rough wooden ground. This is really starting to piss me off. I quickly recovered and got to my feet again, I slowly made my way out of the living room and up to stairs to the the only bedroom this house had to offer. i knocked gently, but loud enough to hear and carefully opened the door. I crept in and slowly walked over to the bed.

"Good morning mother" I gently spoke. I walked over to the window opposite and pulled the blinds to the sides letting the morning sunlight seep through. I turned my head back to stare at my mother. She lay there silently looking almost peaceful, but the stress and sadness was clear. her eye bags were dark and heavy, even though her hair was regularly washed and brushed it lost it's glow, and even though she was fed and taken outside her skin lacked colour. i turned to the window a dull expression on my face. If only I could go back those 11 years, when everything was fine, wen my mother still smiled, when he was still there. I quickly shook my head as if trying to get rid of the regret that was possessing me, no that's not true. Mother still smiles and laughs, she's still happy. I tried filling myself with false hope and happiness but I knew that wouldn't work. I left the room remembering to leave the window slightly open for some air.

I went to the bathroom and had a warm shower rinsing myself with cold water in the end in an attempt to make myself look and feel fresher. I got out of the shower and stared at my reflection. I also had slight circles under my eyes and my skin too lacked some colour. My e/c eyes looked dull and restless, and my face looked lifeless. My h/c sat lightly on my head while small droplets of water slid from them on the floor. I snapped out of my trance like state and changed into my clothes. The same as usual. A hoodie that was far too big for me and covered me perfectly, and a pair of comfortable sweatpants that kept my legs warm. Just before I left I checked up on my mother one last time until i shut and locked the door escaping into the outside world.

Even though it was Saturday morning more people were out than usual. I was curious because usually people liked to sleep in over at this area. But I shrugged this off and made my way over to the local bakery just around the corner. As I was about to walk in someone came out bumping shoulder with me. I was already agitated enough because of that nightmare and now some bitch had to piss me off even more. I looked up glaring at the person who provoked me, they had a mask on but i could see their eyes, their piercing blue eyes. A couple seconds passed of both me and them staring daggers into each other until I finally had enough.

"Watch where your going" I warned mumbling under my breath turning myself back so i could walk into the bakery.

"Watch your attitude mouse" A ragged voice slowly responded. He spoke almost whispering but he was making sure I could hear. He was mocking me. I stopped, and slowly turned my head back. Even though I couldn't properly see his face, I could see his eyes held a smug look. I could feel his smirk under that mask as if he was satisfied with my reaction. I grinned widely, frustration taking over. I looked him straight in his eyes resuming our staring contest.