REWRITING ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ | ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ

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she's our blackmail.

[warning:blood, cuts, abuse]

her?

"get off me!" a voice could be heard yelling as toga dragged something across the floor from behind the counter.

no.

there is no way.

that's not her.

the voice was far too familiar for him to mistakenly take it for someone else. it had to be one of the villains quirks. why would they have her?

bakugo's vermilion eyes grew in horror as he spotted the girl being dragged in. she struggled weakly, pulling and pushing as much as she could, but her body wasn't allowing much. screaming and shouting escaped her mouth, until her lungs felt as if they were on fire.

"le-t go...of me! you...s-ick freak!" her voice broke in between words, making his heart break more.

once the girl came fully into view, bakugo's eyes only grew more. his classmate was thrown into the middle of the room. to which she immediately curled up into a ball, on the wooded floor.

if they weren't in this situation and he saw her like that, he would of claimed she was a weakling and the two would have proceeded to have a screaming match. but the moment he saw the tears that laced her eyes, he couldn't look away.

he had never seen the girl is suck a state.

the clothes she had worn the day they were attacked at the camp were stained. a deep red covered her almost entirely.

her left eye had a shallow slash across it, from just above her eyebrow to her upper cheek. a previous white bandage was pressed onto her eyelid, hoping to stop too much blood from seeping through.

her nose was crooked, bent slightly to the left. broken. as clots of dried blood hung below her nostrils.

her lips were swollen, beaten and bruised. he had been on to give her a busted lip before, but he gaped at two large splits that were visible with large amounts of dried blood surrounding them.

the blood on her cheeks had been washed away slightly under her eyes. the liquid of her tears staining the pink flesh.

her head had been bashed, bakugo could tell from the large, deep purple bruise visble on her hairline.

her hair was damp also, it made him think of the restaurant and how the water and milk had soaked her hair. but this time small droplets of blood ran down it. making them memory sadly fade away.

arms and legs, all covered in slashes that had began to heal and then been cut open once again. bakugo almost could bare the sight. he too had tears prickle his eyes. he was the cause of the damage that they had done to the girl.

"y/n i'm sorry." bakugo sniffled attempting to stop the tears from falling. "y/n i'm so sorry. this is all my fault."

he watched as her limp body failed to move, her eyes were gently shut as the tears ran down her cheeks. "kat-" she croaked, her fingertips moving slightly towards him.

he dropped to his knees and approached the girl but shigaraki stopped him. "ah-" he tutted, walking back towards the blonde. "no sudden movements, or this little one gets a beating."

bakugo didn't move, his knees pressed against the ground as he stared at y/n silently. not wanting to see her take anymore damage.

"no!" bakugo screamed as shigaraki turend from him and kicked the barely conscious girl in the stomach. tears fell from bakugo's eyes as he heard the small sound of her whimpers. "stop...please..."