Her Demons (Bakugo MHA/BNHA)

2 - Just Like You

Previously...

"I'm healed. This isn't worth my time." I pushed past Dabi and Himiko, trudging into my room and slamming the door behind me. I ignored Dabi's angered calls and Himiko's pissed off whining, simply choosing to barricade myself in my room, tucked away under my sheets and fiddling with a letter in-between my fingers." 

Now...

It was nearing the end of summer now, a summer that was filled with beatings and extreme training as led by my older sister and her new fascination, Dabi. It was grueling and rather abusive, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't improved greatly during the training. 

Still, I'm not sure that the beatings and starvation were really necessary. 

At the end of each day, I was still allowed to come back into my room and sleep in my own bed though, so at least there's that I have going for myself. I heaved a big sigh as I thought about the past few months, everything leading up to this moment. I was housing so many secrets, from my previous classmates, from my sister, from the people who trusted me, and - honestly, probably even from myself. But I had to keep going, just for a little longer. 

I turned on my side, grabbing the letter out from under my pillow. Every night, I pulled it out and stared at it for hours on end, flipping it between my fingers without ever opening it. 

I already memorized the words on the first day that I read it. 

My recommendation letter to attend U.A.

School would be starting in a week, and I still hadn't even responded - let alone spoke to my sister about even going to high school at all. She wouldn't agree, especially if she knew it was a hero school. 

That would be giving me too much freedom...right? 

The sound of heavy footsteps nearing my door snapped me out of my thoughts and I rushed to put the letter back under the pillow, relaxing my body and closing my eyes so it appeared I was still sleeping. 

The door burst open, the smell of smoke accompanying it. "Oy, get up. We're going somewhere." Dabi neared the side of my bed, crouching down next to it as he spoke. He was perched with his forearms on his legs, the tip of his toes stabilizing his weight as he tilted his head at me. 

I peeked an eye open lazily before shoving my face further into my pillow. "Where?" 

My voice had gotten rougher over the past few months of starving my quirk, and paired with the morning voice it was nothing but dry and scratchy. 

Suddenly his face was directly in front of me, making me snap my eyes open at the feeling of his breath brushing across my face. 

"What the f-"

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Dabi interrupted, peering into my face. 

"What?"

"Aren't your eyes red?" He backed away from me, standing up. "They're black right now." 

"Eh?" I sat up quickly but froze in place for a moment when everything around me went black. I hadn't passed out completely, but I'd definitely gone light-headed from sitting up like that. 

"You should probably go look. And get ready to leave, while you're at it." I heard Dabi's footsteps begin walking away from the bed, but my vision was very slowly returning, preventing me from actually being able to see him quite yet. 

Still, I tried to orient myself, putting my legs over the side of the bed in preparation for standing up. I tried to shake off the darkness crowding my vision but was only greeted with a pounding headache. "Um...Dabi?" I heard a pause in his footsteps, followed by the shifting sound of clothes, and assumed that he'd stopped and turned to face me.