Infected (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

Before

A/N: TW verbal and physical bullying; Blood   Y/N= your name  L/N =last name. 

Villian.

Staring at the word carved into my locker door, a sigh escaping my lips as a familiar pain twists in my chest. Grabbing my books, I give the locker door a little slam as I close it. Every day came with some sort of use of the word. Every day, it stung like hearing it for the first time. I know I'm not bad, I know I have a kind heart. My quirk was just different. I knew I wouldn't use it to hurt anyone and haven't dared to use it on anyone around me for that reason. I didn't want to fuel their fire for me. I had only used my quirk once in the past few months but it was necessary towards achieving my dreams. As I walked into my last class of the day, the loud chatter became soft whispers. I caught several disgusted glances as I made my way to my seat at the back of the class. Several of my classmates stared as I sat down. Anxiety began to course through my body. They all knew. The weight of their stares feeling almost unbearable as I try to ignore them, meeting no ones eyes as I stare at my desk.

I sit silently hoping the teacher would come in and start class. But this evening, they are unusually late. The fear settling in the pit of my stomach as I open my notebook, trying to review my notes since the end of the final semester at this small middle school was within the week when a hand slamming onto my desk catches me off guard.

"How did a fucking monster like you get into U.A." a pair of brown menacing eyes stared down into mine. Their blonde hair messily hanging in their face. I felt a hand snake into my hair, pulling my head back causing me to wince out of pain. 

"Answer him." a husky voice said close to my ear. 

Yuma Ito and Kaito Nakamura. Their quirks weren't strong enough and their grades too poor to even get an entrance exam, considering they only put in for the hero course. They had spent most of their time tormenting me, but today, they had venom in their voices. A new fire I hadn't heard before.

"You should have applied for all their courses." I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. I try not to meet their gaze. 

"You listen to me and you listen carefully. You'll always be a fucking nobody. You won't last with that quirk of yours. You'll be expelled and just end up getting your ass handed to you on the daily by true heroes. You will NEVER be anyone." Yuma spat, small drops of spittle spraying onto my face.

"We're going to make you regret ever applying to U.A., Monster." Kaito said as he shoved my head into the desk, causing the knock to echo in the now silent classroom before releasing my hair and going to his seat with Yuma as class was about to begin.

I felt the small trickle of blood escape my nose. I quickly pinch the bridge of my nose to keep anymore unnecessary attention off me. Defending myself has never been an option. Anyone who knew me already thought I was some devil. If I used my quirk or fought back, it would only mean I was confirming their suspicions. No classmate even bothered to look in my direction.  Ever since this quirk manifested, this was my life. Every day since I was six. My own parents couldn't even believe the monstrosity that dwelled within me. But I was going to prove them wrong. Everyone who has doubted me and called me a monster were going to see. I was going to be a pro-hero. This is my calling. My destiny. I am going to take this opportunity and run. Run as far as I could. From this place, from these people, to somewhere where no one knew my name and didn't call me a monster. A villain. Where everyone had strong quirks and their hearts beat to the same rhythm as mine. 

After class, I place my books back into my defiled locker, pulling my duffel bag from the top shelf. The light bag softly slung over my shoulder as my hand grazes the chipped paint from the carving on the front of my locker door, causing nausea to rise in my throat. Softly closing my locker door, I run my fingers over each individual letter. Some poor student after me is going to see that every day too. Even with a fresh coat of paint, it had left an indention in the metal panel. I couldn't help but hope they weren't feeling the way I do now. The weight of the day seemed almost too much to bare as I walk through the double doors into the evening sun, warming my skin.