C R I M I N A L | K. Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 1

"Daaad, I'm home!" i yell as i throw the door open to our cramped caravan at 8 in the morning. It smelt of nicotine from cigarettes which scent already soaked the house from the previous years of us living here.

"Hello, my love" he wheels into the short hallway.
"Have you been smoking again?" i ask angrily, glaring down at my old man.
"No, that's your brother" he sighs "you know i don't dare do that anymore, especially because of how you'd react" he chuckles to himself.
My face softens again as i look at him but then hardens when i think of my brother. Squeezing past my dads wheelchair, i storm up the thin hallway before kicking open his bedroom door to reveal the quirkless insect.

"What the fuck do you want?" he groans.
"It fucking stinks. can you take your shit outside?" I say loudly and take the cigarette from his hand, throwing it out of the tiny window.

-My brother Elijah was only 15 but loved being the family fuck up. He's an embarrassment to most of us and i lose my shit at him everyday. Because of him, our mum struggles even getting a job let alone earn much money since he's always telling her she's shit at everything. Hence, the being broke and living in a caravan. My brother enjoys the stress he puts on our parents and i hate him for it. He's just angry at the world because he's quirkless.
Sometimes we can get along okay but that's very fucking rare.-

"You've got to be kidding!" he shouts "Stop shoving your nose into my business"
"Shut the fuck up asshole and get ready for school or something." I roll my eyes and leave the room, slamming his door shut behind me before entering my own room.
Our parents were kind enough to let me and my brother have the rooms while they slept on the sofa-bed. I feel awful but i'm very grateful at the same time.

I look in my full body mirror as i tug my shirt off, scanning myself quickly for injuries. I wince as i notice a gash across my lower abdomen from last night. It's not too bad, I should probably stop the bleeding though.
I squeeze out of my bedroom and then sneak into the tight space of a bathroom and grab my first aid kit.
I apply some saline solution onto the wound which makes me suck in through my teeth from the stinging sensation. Even though i've been doing this for nearly 7 years the sting of the liquid always takes me by surprised.
I finish up by wrapping my wound in a sterile bandage and then placing the kit back in my cupboard. Just the daily routine, i guess.

I glance down at the phone that i saved up - well, stole - money for. I had a few text messages from Toga telling me there's a meeting tonight and both Shiggy and Dabi were going to be there.
I hadn't heard much from them recently so i was just out doing my own thing. I'm surprised they want to talk about something now, to be honest. Especially me and Dabi. We have an awkward relationship of fuck buddy and then not talking for months onwards.

| Okay i'll see you later.
| When is it?

6pm |
see you later bestieeee |
<3

I smile at her message. She's become like a sister to me since that night in the alleyway. Seeing as she was my age, we spent a lot of time together and had similar interests. More importantly, she taught me a lot of what i know about fighting.
I leave the bathroom after throwing on a sweater and allow myself to fall down on the hard couch, scrolling through my phone.

"You were out all night last night" my dad grins as he wheeled over to me.
"Yeah" i glance up at him "work took a while"
"I'm glad you're working so hard, sweet" he smiles proudly. I cringe, knowing he's thinking i've actually got a job and don't steal from innocent people.
"Thank you, dad" i decide to put my phone down "how are you?"

I watch him and he forces a smile "as good as i can possibly be"
I nod, worried about his condition. He had been forced into a wheel chair when the cancer left him unable to move his legs. He was cured but... he was only just getting used to life in a wheelchair when they found more cancer in his lungs. Probably from all the smoking he did.
It doesn't seem to be looking good and this time we just can't afford treatment so my dad is just going ride it out. Watching him slowly deteriorate everyday has taken a massive toll on me...

"I'm glad you're not doing too badly" i smile softly "where mum?"
"She's at a job interview" he says, used to telling me that exact line.
I hum and pick my phone back up. Just another job she won't get because her lack of self-esteem. I doubt she'll even answer their questions because she'll get nervous about not deserving the job - my brothers doing from telling her she's worthless and doesn't deserve anything.
Listen, I'm annoyed at our mum too but i'm not a dickhead. Besides, we need money which we get from a job.

When she arrives home at around 4:30pm, she looks exhausted.
I'm busy in our cramped kitchen getting dinner ready and she comes over to me.
"You look tired" i scan her face, outfit and messy hair. I know she's done it again which pisses me off.

"How many interviews did you do to today?" I mumble as I stir the spaghetti, making sure it doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan.
"3" she sighs as she hugs me. I can smell a different man on her... just like usual every few days.
I hug her back half heartedly before going back to cooking "wow that's quite a few"
She nods tiredly and sits down at the table, obviously waiting on food.

I scoff slightly. I love my mum, don't get me wrong. I just hate her for cheating on dad. She blames his condition for what she does, saying that seeing him like that hurts her and she needs someone else to distract her from it all. I know it's just an excuse and she just doesn't love dad anymore. I've known she's being doing this since i was 12. I cant tell dad though, since it would break his heart and ruin everything in this already broken family. I'll just keep it quiet until he passes away. He doesn't need anything more on his plate.

The oven begins to beep and i put on my oven gloves before reaching inside and pulling the tray of meatballs out of the oven. It smelt incredible, the scent wafted over the caravan, only slightly masking the smell of smoke.

I serve up the spaghetti, meatballs, broccoli and some tomato sauce before carrying the plates over to the small table. My mum thanks me as she picks up her cutlery.

"Foods ready, guys!" i call out.
My dad wheels himself over, parking next to me and inhaling the smell.
Soon after, my brother shuts his bedroom door and reluctantly takes his seat next to mum.

We all eat in silence as 6 pm pulls near.
"I'm going to have to run in a bit" i mention casually as i chew some of my food.
"Okay, honey" dad smiles.
"How come you get to fucking go out whenever you want?" Elijah complains at me from across the table.
"Because i'm an adult tomorrow, fucking idiot"
"Language. The both of you" my dad glares at us both.

"You're so annoying, you shouldn't have been born" Elijah mutters.
"I was here first" I smile fakely and continue eating.