resurrect my dead heart [KiriBaku x depressed! reader]

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I wake up to my phone alarm blaring sounds into my ears. I turn off the alarm and dragged myself from my bed. I change into clothes to go training in. a long-sleeved athletic shirt and leggings. I hopped out my windows and decided to start with a jog.

after a while, I decided to take a hike. I walked on the path up-hill. I came to a clearing and decide to train intensively and for real. I stretched and began my training. after that I decided to work on muscular and endurance training.

this was what I did every day. I took breaks to meet up with bakugou on Saturday and sunday at the park.

"hey l/n" bakugou said, walking up to the swings where we usually sat. "heyo, bakawhore" he scoffed and sat down. "hey l/n? do you wanna train sometime together" he asked "it'll give me a chance to kick your ass for real" he said with a smirk. ah, yes. our sunday antics. "I mean sure. I don't care. I train up in the mountains on the week days" I said. "ok" he said loudly.

I got up. "ending our meet up short l/n" he said jokingly. I only grabbed the monkey bars and pulled myself on top of them. "get up here, Pomeranian" I said looking up at the sky. bakugou took his place next to me. the sun was setting so the sky was an array of color.

we sat in silence until the stars came out. when that happened, I pointed out the constellations. "oh look! that's Ursa Major" I exclaimed, pointing to a pattern of stars that formed a somewhat spoon shape. I sighed. "welp, we should get going" I said hopping down, bakugou doing the same. "see you tomorrow for training, dumbass" he said. "you better" I said back.

"you dumb bitch" was what I heard as I walked in. I looked to my left only to be hit over the head with a bottle. it shattered when it came into contact with my head. I fell to the floor, still conscious. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN" my father screamed. I sat there, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. "ANSWER ME DAMMIT" he yelled, his booted foot colliding with my ribs. once again, I don't give him the satisfaction of an answer, a yelp, or tears.

the beating and screaming kept on until 1'o'clock in the morning. he had tired himself out. I dragged my sore body up to my room. I shut the door and dragged on over to my bed. that's when I cried. never, I mean never will I ever let HIM see me cry. he doesn't deserve that.

I got up the next morning and washed my face. I then got dressed and decided to wear my hair over the left side of my face to hide the gash in my head. it wasn't big, but it was noticeable.

I walked to where I was meeting bakugou and waited. I decided to stretch while I waited. "new style l/n" I heard a cocky voice ask. "hey bakugou" I said. "why're you wearing your hair different" he asked and started stretching. "i dunno. just felt like it" i lied. "ok" he said back.

me and bakugou had sparred until the time we usually split. he won some, i won some. "it was good training with you bakuhoe" i said. "yeah, whatever dumbass" he grumbled.

this was our cycle. meet up on saturdays and sundays for a rest day. then we trained together on Tuesdays and Thursdays. we did this until the entrance exam.

he thinks he knows me so very well... i wish i could tell him...

after the entrance exam, we went to a café to cool down. "so how do you think you did" i asked taking a bite of mochi. "probably amazing. how about you? i think you might've done decent" he said. "meh probably not" i said, cheeks now stuffed with mochi. he stared off into space for a second when he stared at me. i swallowed the mochi and giggled. i snapped my finger in front of his face. "hello earth to bakugou" i said. he shook his and blinked rapidly for a minute. "you good" i questioned. "yeah of course i'm fine, dumbass" he growled. "i wonder if we're in the same class. or if i even made it" i said. "ever the enthusiast" he said blandly.

we went to the park for a bit and strolled around until we sat at a park bench. "so, l/n... what's your house like" he said. (this actually comes up in me and my friends' conversations)

my heart stopped. "umm... homey" i said. i sighed finding that he believed it. "how about you bakugou" i questioned. "eh... just a house. the old hag's always on my back though" he said simply.

a few weeks went by and we got our letters. i heard the doorbell ring and raced downstairs. my parents were at work and were out of town. i slammed open the door. "letter for y/n l-" i snatched the letter from his hand, said a quick thanks and slammed the door shut. i ran up to my room and opened it.

i got in... class 1-A

my phone binged. i grabbed it and opened my messages.

baka: i got in

dumbass: me to

baka: i told u dipshit

dumbass: wot class

baka: 1-A. you?

dumbass: same

dumbass: wanna meet up and celebrate

baka: sure whatever

dumbass: kk u kno where

(don't judge -_-)