Bakugou's Quiet Little (Bakugou X Little Reader)

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T.W.: blood, descriptions of injury

2nd P.O.V.

You scream, throwing your blanket over your head after a jump scare on your cartoon. Katsuki pulls the blanket off your head, saying, "Hey, where did my brave baby girl go?"

You pout up at your daddy, and he gives you a small smile as he pulls you onto his lap, "It's okay, princess. Daddy's right here, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise always to protect you, whether it be a bad guy or a cartoon, but you want to know what?"

What?

"Daddy isn't the only strong person here. You, my baby girl, are strong too. You can do anything you put your mind to; I know it. I mean, you're in the hero course, and look at these muscles." He grabs your arms to have you flex, "I think you might get more muscles than Daddy."

You shake your head giggle. Katsuki chuckles, holding you close, "Yeah, probably not, but that doesn't mean you're not strong. I know you will be an amazing rescue hero just like you want. You are going to help so many people, and you want to know how I know?" You nod, so he continues as his smile grows, "Because you helped me so much already."

You shake your head. I did not.

Katsuki kisses your head, "Did too. I didn't know what it truly felt like to relax, to love, or to deeply care until you gave me a chance to be your caregiver. You saved me from a lonely and selfish life. So I think if you're great enough to do that you can do anything. I love you, princess."

I love you, Daddy.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

"Don't leave her laying down all day this time. If you do, your nephew will pay the price." I hear Shigaraki say right before the front door slams shut.

Tears start streaming down my face as the realization hits me. I'm not in my dorm, and I'm not with Daddy; I'm not even on the U.A. campus. I'm still kidnapped and being held in my childhood house. I slowly open my eyes only to gasp and try to move back, seeing Twice right in front of me.

His eyes show that he's smiling as he pulls me into a sitting position. Twice stands clapping his hands as if I was covered in dust, saying, "Welp now that you are up... Shigaraki and Dabi went to fuck... I can go feed my nephew."

This is the third time since I've been here that this series of events has happened. Does that mean I've been gone for three days? More tears fill my waterline. I want my daddy—the words Daddy said in my dream play repeatedly. I can do anything. I will get back to Daddy, Mimi, Hanie, Eiji, and Kiki.

I take a deep breath and look around. I know my parents never cleaned up. Memories try to flood my mind, but I shake them out of my head. I spot a large piece of broken glass not too far away. I carefully shift to use my legs to reach for it. It takes a lot of moving and leaning to finally catch it under my shoe and bring the shard of glass to my hands.

I slowly inhale as much air as possible and hold it, stopping time before I grab the glass and start cutting the rope. I grit my teeth to try and bear the pain of the glass digging into my palms and fingers from how hard I'm gripping it. The rope falls from my wrist as my lungs start to burn. I release my breath as I move my legs in front of me. I listen Twice, only moving my hands to untie my ankles when I hear him talking to his nephew.

I freeze time again and make my way to the front door. I try to ignore the pain and blood dripping from my fingertips to focus on my quirk. When I see the door, my heart drops; the front door can only be opened by a key my parents always left in the door, but it's gone. So every time they leave, Shigaraki locks Twice in here with me.

I take slow, even breathe. The moment I release my quirk, the sound of my blood dripping across the living room can be heard. I forgot that sounds of my actions are delayed when I use my quirk; I hope Twice can't hear it.

I look at the door then around the house. There has to be another way out, but where. I lived here for sixteen years; I need to remember the layout. I close my eyes and try to picture every room of the house. I grit my teeth as I try and block out bad memories; if I have a panic attack, I'll never get out.

There are no other doors that lead outside, so windows are my only other option. My room didn't have windows; windows boarded up the living room and kitchen windows. There's a small window above the toilet in the bathroom.

Activating my quirk once again, I make my way across the house. I close the door behind me and climb onto the toilet. I try to open the window, but it's stuck, so I'm going to have to break it. I jump down and start digging through cabinets to find something. I see an old rusty screwdriver in the back corner of the sink cabinet.

My chest hurts and my lungs burn as I climb back onto the toilet. I aim the tool for the bottom corner of the window. I'm light-headed and dizzy, my body is desperately trying to tell me to breathe, but I can't. With as much strength as I can muster in my current condition, I swing the screwdriver into the window, causing it to shatter.

I use the handle of the screwdriver to push large sharp pieces out of the frame before tossing it to the ground. I grit my teeth as I pull my front up through the window. Due to how small and high up the window is, I can't jump down. I sit on the window frame and reach for the tree close by.

After grabbing a branch that looks like it can hold my weight, I try pulling myself out of the window, but with each pull the blood on my hands causes me to slip. There's so much blood on my hands I can't tell where the cuts are.

I lace my fingers together trying to get a better grip and press the sole of my shoes on the bathroom wall. I push with my feet and pull with my arms, but the blood once again causes me to slip. I'm unable to catch myself on the branch and I fall, my left leg hits the top of the window frame and I feel the bone snap.

My back hits the glass-covered dirt hard forcing the air out of my lungs. As the air moves, so does time. All the noises I made started playing, one after another. I scramble to my feet the best I can and start running.

I don't know how long I've been running. I'm so lightheaded and I'm starting to feel dizzy. My heart is pounding in my ears and my eyes won't focus. It's getting harder to breathe. I don't know where I am. I want Daddy. Daddy, please, help me.