Our Gift - Y/N's Story (BNHA/MHA) ×KiriBaku× [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

Back in Time

Y/n's POV:

My head shot up and I sat up in the crickety, worn-out bed. I yawned and rubbed my eyes and head. I realized that I was covered in sweat and that my heart was going 100 miles an hour. Great. Another nightmare. I sighed as I reluctantly scooted off the cheap bed and stood up. I stretched, and then I heard Father out in the hall, groaning. 'Crap!' I thought to myself. I quickly ran to my extremely tiny closet, and pulled out my dirty workout clothes. Father said there is no time or point of washing them. Oh well. I quickly ran to the training room and sat down in the corner, awaiting Father to burst through the door and lecture me. Just as I said, here he comes. He opened the door and silently walked over to me, grabbing my arm. Where is he taking me? He dragged me outside and let me go. He stood straight and looked me in the eyes, with a very serious look. Father is a very, how should I put it, t h i k man. He doesn't work out much, but he always works me out till I throw up. Why? I dunno. Whatever.

" Today we will be working on speed "

Speed? What did he mean by that?

Suddenly, he threw a small knife at me. I quickly jumped out of the way, landing on my hands and feet. I looked up him.

" Soo- We're learning knife thwowing? "

" No. I said we are learning fvcking speed. "

"Butchu just thwew a- "

" SHUT THE FVCK UP AND DODGE THE DAMN KNIVES, YOU LITTLE SH^T! "

I cowered down, confused as to why he was mad at me. He started rapidly chucking the knives my way, and I dodged them the best I could. One went straight into my leg, and I squealed in pain. Father picked me up by the collar of my shirt.

" WHY DIDN'T YOU DODGE THEM?! "

" I- I c-couldn't..-"

" WHY NOT?! "

"U-Um.. Because I c-can't..? "

" Little sh^t.."

He grabbed me and dragged me inside, throwing me into the training room.

" Now you will train even harder. If your quirk doesn't develop any faster, I'll just have to get rid of you! " He smiled while I trembled, looking up at him with an apologetic look on my face.

" I-I'm sorry F-Father.."

" Tch." He walked away, slamming the door which caused me to twitch. The second the door closed I grabbed my leg in the place the knife hit. The blood was staining my workout clothes. I grabbed it, trying my hardest to stop the blood from flowing out of the deep wound. I stared down at the cut as I started to tear up.

×Flashback×

" Yuki!" I smiled at my older brother as he smiled down at me. Right now, I am 7 years old. Then, I was 4. Yukio looked down at me with the softest, sweetest expression on his face.

" Yes, Y/n?"

" Can we watch the video again?? Can we, can we?!" I jumped up and down excitedly, a twinkle in my eye as I stared at my brother, awaiting his responce.
His expression softened even more, as he patted my head, and said happily " Of course Y/n!"
We snuck into the small closet at the end of the hallway, and my brother searched with his hands through a pile of clothes inside of it. He finally pulled out an old, small device, about the size of his hand. He turned it on, and found a video and put the device in front of us. I lied on my stomach, squirming due to my excitement
He chuckled " Calm down, Y/n.."

" I'm sorry, I'm just so excited!!"

He laughed lightly again, and he started to play the video. In the video, there was 3 heroes. One was called Deku, one Ground Zero, and the last was called Red Riot. I stared at the fight scene in awe as they defeated the terrible villain in less than 3 minutes.

" Yuki.."
"Hm?"
I pointed to the heroes, then back at me. At the time, I wasn't sure how to put it in words, but I wanted to be a hero so badly. My one goal was to stop Father from the horrible things he was doing to Yukio..

Yukio..

Eijiro's POV:

I opened my eyes as my alarm began to blare in my ears. I groaned and sat up in my bed, stretching. As my eyes slowly start to wake up from my dream-filled night and refocus on reality, I realized Bakubro wasn't in bed. Where could he be? He said he was off today.. I pick up my phone off the wooden side table and notice a little yellow note hidden underneath. I pick it up and try to read it with my tired and blurry eyes.

Dear Sh^t Hair,
I'm sorry, I know I said I'd be off today. But damn Deku called and said they really needed me. I'm only gonna say this once, but.. I wish we could have more time with one another, or whatever.. Miss you, I guess.
From, Bakugo

I smiled happily at the note. It's nice to occasionally be reassured that someone cares... In that moment I got a phone call.

" Hello?"

" Hey Red Riot. Sorry for the inconvenience, but we need you on patrol."

I sighed, " Alrighty, I'll start in a jiff!"

I went to my closet and put on my hero suit. I quickly shoved a piece of toast in my mouth and wobbled out of the house. 'Time for patrol.. Yet again..'

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HAII! TY FOR READINGG! I APPRECIATE ITT! Anyways, I just wanted to say a few things I should've said before- Y/n is 7 years old, and Kirishima and Bakugo ( and all of class 1-a) are around 26- 27. Should've said this before, sorryy-

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! ☺

Ari<3

( The GIF has nothing to do with the story, I, again, just thought it was cute!)

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