Chaos: Bakugou Katsuki x OC x Dabi story

What happened to you?

A/N
⚠️TW: This chapter contains physical and mental abuse, torture, branding, and sexual assault. If any of these are a sensitive topic , please proceed with caution. ⚠️

Hotaru's POV

Himiko laid with me for a little while as I tried not to think about how broken Katsuki had looked. He had given himself a paper cut while in the alley with her, so that was exactly as he was: a shell of the man I loved. I needed to do better, to work faster. He needed me. I cleared my throat, trying to rid myself of the thick feeling that threatened tears when my door swung open.

"Toga, get out." Touya commanded in a bored tone, hands in his pockets as he lazily trailed his eyes over us. His face twitching in disgust.

"That's not fair, Dabi! I was here first and I haven't gotten to spend any time with Taru in days!" Himiko whined, clinging onto my dress as she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

"Does it look like I fucking care? Get out. Now." The heel of his boot kicked my door open wider as he gestured with his chin to the hallway. "I won't ask again." I patted Himiko's head softly, giving her a small smile of encouragement, but she still looked concerned.

"Go ahead, we needed to talk after dinner anyway. I'll see you tomorrow. We can spend the entire day together, just us girls." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she nodded furiously before leaping off my bed. She skipped out the door, sticking her tongue out at Touya on the way. As soon as she was clear of the doorway he slammed it shut.

"If you came all the way up here just to be an asshole I'm not interested, Touya." I muttered, rolling onto my side in an attempt to face away from him.

"Now, now, Little Doll. I can tell you what I didn't come all the way up here for was more of that sassy fucking attitude." His boots made his footfalls heavy as he approached the bed. Slow, calculated. He was thinking, which was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because as long as he was thinking he wasn't so angry he'd just act out. A curse because what he was planning could potentially be much worse. I swallowed harshly, pulling my knees closer to my chest, refusing to roll over.

"That little stunt you pulled at dinner wasn't very becoming of you." His steps came to a halt, his shadow looming over me as I watched his motions on the wall.

"And I didn't like being eye fucked by Giran all evening, but here we are." I sneered as I watched his shadow begin to move again.

He brought his hand up through his hair, shaking it out. Stress. He was stressed about something, and I was probably adding fuel to the fire. The bed dipped behind me with his weight, his hand resting lightly on my hip.

"I also didn't fucking care for Giran's sleazy comment. Don't worry, Doll, he won't say anything like that to you again. I made sure of it." My eyes widened in shock as I processed his words. Never in a million years would I have thought Touya would have raised a hand to Giran or my Uncle. Apparently, all previous rules of their dynamic went out the window when I was concerned. His thumb began to trace small circles along my hip bone humming softly.

"I missed you while I was gone, Little One. I hate leaving you." He bent forward, placing gentle kisses along my hip as he mused. His breath made the light fabric of my dress warm. "I finally got you back, and now they keep tearing me away from you. How is that fair?"

I turned slowly to face him, his turquoise eyes shining with excitement, a smirk flashed across his face when our eyes met.

"It's not fair." I whispered softly, brushing my fingers through his white hair. I had made the comment a week ago how I missed his natural hair, how I always felt the white was a part of his charm and he didn't need to hide it. After he disappeared on a job with Giran he had come back with nearly all the black gone from his hair, only the tips still holding onto the pigment.