Chaos || Katsuki Bakugo ||

1~ Hello again

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"Your a monster! I'm sick of this reckless behavior Keiko! I'm sick of YOU! I want you out of here. Your being sent to your father, he'll straighten you out."

"But mum! It's not even that big of a deal! Your overreacting! I don't want to go to him! I haven't seen dad for 6 years!"

"I don't want to here it! You'll go. End of discussion. I can't deal with a villain like you anymore."

Those were the words that broke my heart.

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I was woken by a blinding light shining through the trains window. The sun lit up the seats surrounding me with an orange glow. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes before sitting up and stretching. Looking out the window I saw multiple buildings with people coming in and out of them.

All I had with me was my skateboard and a backpack full of my only belongings. My mother refused to buy me anything as she felt it was rewarding if she spent her money on me. 'Stupid cow..' I thought to myself. Mother dearest wasn't a very delightful woman and that was partly my fault. I could at least admit that, since I was born she had changed dramatically.. for the worst. At least that's what I've heard anyway.

No, I'm not the best daughter but no one's perfect. Especially not me. I've made my own money since I was 11 doing.. illegal things. And to think, my parents want me to become a hero, and my dad is a hero. I scoffed at the thought. How do they expect someone like me to do good? I can barely even thank someone without insulting them, and they want me to save them?

I felt the train begin to slow down as it neared the next stop. 'The Shizuoka prefecture.. guess this is where I get off'

A yawn escaped my lips as I grab my small amount of belongings and shuffle to the door, waiting patiently for the train to stop. Ever so slowly the train ceased its movements and the doors slid open so I stepped out. My bag hung lazily over my right shoulder as I gripped the strap, while my other hand held my skateboard up against my hip. 'Where did I have to go again? Oh yeah.'

I pulled out my phone and pushed on the GPS, putting in the coordinates for U.A high in hopes to make it there before the school day ended. My mother so kindly bought a uniform (and by that I mean she paid with my money) and enrolled me into the school without my father knowing. I guess you could say I got into the hero course based on recommendation or bribery or something, at least that's what I thought. Somehow I'm in class 1A and just my luck.. my father taught that class. Oh who am I kidding, it's my own fault I'm here, but you'll find out why later on.

I've never cared much for uniforms. Actually, I've never cared much for anything. Uniform, school, the law, the list goes on. I lost count of the amount of schools I've had to go to after being expelled so many times. Quite frankly I'm surprised another school was willing to let me in, let alone the most prestigious school for hero's in Japan. They must not have checked my records. Or my mother was being her usual whorish self.

Instead of wearing that god awful skirt that was way to high up my thigh for my liking, I chucked on some black ripped jeans. Discarding the schools normal white top, I swapped it with a skin tight dress shirt that showed off my curves. The deep red tie fastened securely around my neck. And just to be extra I had pulled a neat leather jacket over the top. I looked like a person that would rock the shit out of you if you even looked at me funny. I liked it that way. 

Sighing heavily I placed my skateboard on the concrete and kicked it forward before jumping on in and skating down the stations ramp. Before I reached the bottom a voice rang out "Hey, you! Stop right there!" I snapped my head around to the owner of the voice and met the eyes of a policeman making his way over to me.