Unseen Realities (Bakugo Katsuki x Oc)[COMPLETE]

21

People say wounds heal with time, but how much time would it take to heal a broken heart of a person who keeps giving pieces away?

She wasn't aware that the constant ache of fear in her heart whenever she stepped a foot in her house was bad. But she also did know. See, in school they taught about abuse, though never how to stop it. So Hanako knew that she was being abused, but wasn't that normal?

Was her life a lie?

(Maybe it was, she didn't know, but she would most definitely come to know in the near future. After all, the inferno is near.)

We never meant to become the monsters that we were afraid of when we were kids. The ones we swore we'd never become. But what if the monsters we never wanted to be, were the people we already were?

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The next two days seemed to pass as one, Hanako was constantly hungry. It was most likely because of her constant quirk overuse, but there was an anomaly in the atmosphere. Where it was once light hearted and happy, it was now torturous and focused. It was...... it was something Hanako didn't like.

Hanako's webs mostly came from the proteins in her body, so the more she uses her quirk, the more hungry she became. In a way, her and Yaoyorozu's quirks were similar. Speaking of Hanako, she had been getting a lot of freckles on her face as of late, Bakugo making a comment on how she looked like Deku. It was probably meant to be an insult, but Deku looked like broccoli and broccoli was nice so....

Cooking dinner on the third evening was rather pleasant. Bakugo had proved to be the master of cutting any vegetable, and Hanako was actually doing her own thing; along with preventing Bakugo from adding too much spice to everything. Hanako knew how to cook pretty well, that being because she had to know and not because she wanted to know.

"Woah Bakugo you're really good with that knife, it's weird." Uraraka examined.

"What do you mean it's weird how can you damn people be so damn bad at everything!" Bakugo retorted, continuing to chop anything he could get his hands on; it was a miracle he hadn't but one of his fingers off yet.

Hanako was preparing the meat for everyone to eat, and it was a beef curry. She was cutting it up and adding spices whilst also cooking it; she was glad she chose not to become a chef. "Ya know Arsonist, I'd say that I'm a better cook than you."

"Hah? What gives you that idea, all you're doing it putting some spices on some beef, it's not that fucking hard." Bakugo replied in an angry tone.

"And all you're doing is slapping a knife through some carrots. You're not doing any better."

"Shut the fuck up before I slap a knife through your chest."

When everyone sat down to eat, most people seemed to rather enjoy it, though one boy was loudly complaining about how it was too bland. "This is fucking bland, I thought you said you were a good cook, Spidey."

"I am a good cook, but I prefer to have taste buds." Hanako retorted, grabbing a bottle of hot sauce and tipping it up-side-down on Bakugo's curry.

How he managed to eat that Hanako did not know.

"Also you know who you remind me of." Hanako began, Bakugo looking at her expectantly. "Gordon Ramsay-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"See!"

The first activity of the training camp was a test of courage. To summarise it, the two classes would split up, in this instance class B would be the ones attempting to scare class A. Though unfortunately for those who failed the practical exam (those being Monoma, Sato, Sero, Ashido, Kirishima and Kaminari) would have to attend extra remedial lessons back inside of the main building.