My Hero (KatsukiXreader LGBTQ) (complete)

Todoroki and Bakugou

(Y/n)'s POV

"I don't want to talk about it, Todoroki. I'm sorry." I say, calmly, pushing his hand away from me. I just now realized how cold I was and how warm his hand was. I start to walk away as he sighs.

The next day, I went to school, more bruses on my face and arms. I couldn't cover them. 'no one will notice or anything, right?' I think to myself, walking into the school gates. I notice Todoroki looking at me, his brows furrowd. I think he's mad at me...I look down, away from him, but he walks twards me anyway. "we need to talk" he says, grabing my hand and leading me to a sucluded corner. "uh...what'd you wanna talk about?" I ask, trying to ignore my racing heart and burning cheeks. "you have more bruses...what happened?" he asks, again. my smile dissapears the colour draining from my face. "I can't get out of this one, can I?" I ask, quietly. "no, you can't." he says, bluntly. "My mother...she's been hitting me ever seance my father died 12 years ago..." I tell him how mother has been abussing me after a few seconds. He nods, sitting down beside me. To make me feel better, I think, he tells me about his childhood, about his father, his mother and Toya. Now, I'm crying for him. "I'm so sorry...that's horrible" I say, seeing him in a new light. I now see why he's so blunt all the time. Why he never smiles or laughs or jokes. "why haven't you reported it?" I ask him, sadly. He shrugs "no one would beleive me." he says. "what about your siblings? wouldn't they side with you?" I ask, kind of understanding because his father is a pro hero and people look up to him. "yeah, but there are too many people that like him" he says. "thats...that souldn't be relivent..." I mutter, looking down. "why haven't you reported it?" he asks me. I'm quiet for a minute 'why haven't I?' I ask myself. "because...she's the only...no...I'm the only family she has...and I'm...I'm scared of her..." I say "she's still my mother, though...I don't want to completely abandon her...I mean, she has a boyfriend but I've never met him, so I don't know if I want to leave her with him...". "...I understand..." he says, thinking. "alright, I'll come over this weekend, we'll make dinner for your mother and her boyfriend. So you'd get to meet him and I could protect you." he says, looking me in the eye. I smile, shyly, as a light blush rises to my face. "that doesn't sound like a bad idea...maybe even mother would agree to it...what about Endeavor? wouldn't he be mad?" I ask him. "no, he's busy." he shrugs.

after school, Bakugou walks up to me. "why didnt you tell me?" he asks, a little pissed. "I...tell you what?" I ask, confused. 'he wouldn't care about the bruses or cuts or me being abused so what is he talking about?' "about how your mom treats you, dumbass!" he screams. I glance over at Midoriya and Todoroki. 'did one of them tell him?' I look back t Bakugou "I don't know what your talking about. My mother loves me. If you would like to discuss this more, then we could talk about it privetly" I say, smileing at him. "fine" he growls, taking my hand and leading me to the same corner Todoroki did. Midoriya and Todoroki look at each other and then walk over to us. He raises his hand and I flinch away from him. he puts his hand down and looks kinda conserned. "then why do you flinch away from me?" he asks. Todoroki and Midoriya finally get over to us "what's going on???" Midoriya asks, puting his hand o my sholder protectivly. "It's not your business" Bakugou says, calmly. 'why isn't he yelling like usual? is it because he doesn't want to scare me?' I look at Midoriya and realize I'm not the only one thats surprised by it. "he thinks I'm being abused at home" I say, hoping they take the hint to help out with it. But they do nothing. Midoriya looks away sadly and Todoroki looks at a tree. I sigh. "fine, damnit. how'd you find out anyway?" I ask, turning to Bakugou. He turns a little pink "I...heard you telling Icy-Hot..." he says. "how much did you hear?" Todoroki and I ask at the same time. "damn, all I heard was (Y/n)'s story." he says, shaking his head. I sigh and then realize something. "shit, on that note I have to go!" I say, sholdering my bag and rushing to get home.

when I finally get to the door, I get ready to be beaten. I open the door and a wine glass instantly colides with my head. "ah...I deserve that..." I mutter, touching my head, feeling blood trickling down. "close the door" mother says, glaring at me. I close the door and set my bag down. she walks over to me and stabs my arm with a shard of glass. I wince, the cold air stinging the wound. "well, I have to go." she says, patting my arm where she stabbed and walks out, her heels clacking. I walk into the bathroom and take a shower and wrapping a bandage around my arm. "thats good enough" I say, sighing.