Sad Bakugou Oneshots

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And I'm not here

This isn't happening

I'm not here

I'm not here."

How to disappear completely ;; Radiohead

TWs! Single suicide attempt, a distanced family bond, and a bad reaction to a suicide attempt.

The old hag is a model, and models have places to be. Like Korea or Europe, and like always, the old man stayed back to father Katsuki when she was off. Not like Katsuki needed it, he was responsible. But they said he lacked carefulness and needed an eye on him, bullshit of course.

 The old hag just wants to make that man feel present.

Not like Katsuki ever saw much of this man, he was always out in the office somewhere, doing something. Designing something. Booking something. Buying something. Investing something... So, Katsuki dreaded when his old hag left the house, because it meant he had to share it with a man who felt like an utter stranger to him. The only thing of semblance between them being their hair.

The saddest part was how he tried to be apart of it, the old man even sent unneeded checks to the hag, even when she earned more than enough from being a model, along with the gifts he got for Katsuki, things he thought he was into when he wasn't. 

Katsuki was thirteen by the time the old man realized he wanted to be a hero.

And? And well, Katsuki's fourteen now, so the man's only known for about a year. He doesn't even realize Katsuki's aiming for U.A, and he's not going to be the one to tell him. Because if there's something everybody knew about Katsuki when he was five, was that he wanted to be a hero. People went as far as to call him "hero kid" until he told them to go fucking die. Then they shut up.

To summarize though, if you were to ask the family, Katsuki would agree there was no bond between him and that old man whatsoever, ask the old hag, and she'd get a little defensive, deny it, and see if she could sue you for that, and ask the old man and he'll pause and probably cry or something.

Another reason Katsuki didn't enjoy being around his father: he was a sappy little shit with eyes that were too close to Deku's. Sometimes staring at him felt like staring at a future Deku or something, he wasn't quite sure. 

And uncertainty was something he would rather ignore, he liked more certain things, for example the stove's digital clock. It says five fourteen in bright, digital blue now. Katsuki grips the strap of his one shoulder schoolbag, yanks it off, propping it near the pantry door to pick it up in the morning on his way to school.

Kneeling beside the bag and dissecting it for his lunchbox, which he promptly washes, and sets out for the storage of tomorrow's lunch. I should take the chance to train, I'll shower when I get back. His eyes dart out the kitchen, close to the stairs.

He'll need to change out of the stiff Aldera uniform first. He drifts out the kitchen, bounding up the stairs, hands barely skimming the railing as he takes upstairs. When the stair ends, he's moving to his room through the hall. He opens the door to his room, moves inside, and slams the door behind, Katsuki revels in the serenity of the home, nobody here but him. In his modernly appointed room, the open windows filtering in afternoon light.

God, he loves it when the old hag goes off to wherever. Usually it's loud, house alive with clacking crockery booming downstairs, the old hag gossiping obnoxiously loud on the phone, maybe the two of them in a fun screaming match, or the washing machine rattling- the washing machine.