Chaos: Bakugou Katsuki x OC x Dabi story

Picking Up The Pieces

Present Time

Hotaru's POV

My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dim light of the room. I rolled my head to take a look at where I was, groaning when the sudden movement caused a splitting pain through my temple.

"Katsuki?" I muttered, reaching out to feel beside me realizing I was on our bed.

"I'm here, Firefly. I'm here, Baby." His large, warm arms wrapped around me, sitting me up and pulling me to his chest as a hand began stroking my hair.

We laid there for what felt like hours, just in the silence. My mind was reeling. I hadn't known what happened to Touya when the letters had stopped, but apparently he had a pretty good reason for not writing to me; I can't imagine they had a lenient pen pal policy at Tartarus. Did my Uncle know? Was it his work that gave Touya his criminal record? Was... was my Uncle a villain? That wouldn't make sense, organized crime was practically nonexistent on the Island. At least... I thought it was. If my Uncle was involved in all of this, did that mean Mom had been, too? Everything was so confusing, so overwhelming. None of this made sense.

"Touya was a good person, Katsuki." I murmured as tears pricked in my eyes. I nuzzled against his skin, melting into the sensation of his touch, my quirk vibrating, sending small shocks through my body.

"He isn't the same person. He's been morphed by his hatred, consumed by getting revenge, deforming himself in the process" His voice was serious but still held a softness as he spoke and he slowly ran his fingers across every inch of my bare skin, letting his emotions try to calm me.

"What happened to him? What made him into this?" My voice cracked as I tried to understand how the caring, sweet Touya I had known turned into a murderous, vicious shell of a man. 

"He really fucking hated his old man. Apparently Endeavor was a real bastard of a man back in the day. He had become obsessed with power and rank, he forced those goals onto his kids, Dabi being the oldest. I guess the years of physical and mental abuse took a toll. When he deemed him useless in his quest, he tossed his own kid to the side. I guess he faked his death and took off when he was thirteen. They thought he was dead for years until he made his whole production during the War." Katsuki was somehow lost in time, his eyes had a far away look as he recounted memories from a decade ago. 

"When did that happen?" I whispered while cuddling closer against him, my heart breaking as I processed what he told me about Touya. He had been through all this before I ever met him, yet I would have never been able to tell he had such a tragic beginning. He never let me see that side of him. It slowly clicked why he was always so hesitant to let me read and process his emotions. 

"Well, I was sixteen, so he would have been twenty-three, I think?" 

"Was that what burned him so bad?" 

Katsuki shook his head, "Nah, he was that ugly the first time I encountered him. He was the one who kidnapped me from training camp after our first semester." 

"He... he kidnapped you?" 

Katsuki simply nodded, softly brushing his fingers through my hair as I sat in silence, trying to make sense of all the information I just had dumped in my lap. How could they be the same person? There had to be a mistake, a misunderstanding. My Touya would never...

"Dollface, I would burn this godforsaken island to a pile of cinders for you, no hesitation."

No. No, he wouldn't. He wasn't capable of murder.