Our Love Notes //Bakugou x Fem Reader// Band/MusicAU

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*1st person POV*
*TW: Slight Abuse.*

The car ride home was stagnant, like opening an old abandoned room for the first time. You sit quietly coving your hand hoping your father wouldn't notice and question it. But also... what did he see or hear of your confrontation with Bakugou. If you had known your father was in the car you wouldn't of even given him a second of your time. The silence was eventually broken by your father.

"That delinquent.." He started, his face was stoic showing no emotions. "Do not waste your time with such insolence. Understood?" He gives you a side ways stare, not bothering to turn fully to look at you.

You slightly clentch your bandaged fist. "Of course father, he is merely a classmate. Nothing more." You assure him, not that you wanted to speak with Bakugou or having him tailing you around the school. You felt a bit of relief wash over you, thinking this was the end of the conversation however..

*TW start*

"Y/n." He says, causing you to look up at him confused. Before he back hands you across the face. Hard. The assault pushed you slightly forward in the car seat. Your cheek throbbing from the impact. This wasn't a new occurrence from him, but still catches you off guard from time to time. You sat frozen in place from it as he continued. "Do you take me for a fool?That was for your unsightly behavior. I didn't raise you to be a barbarian." He looked at you still sitting in your disheveled position. It angered him a bit seeing you in such a pathetic position. "Sit properly! Stop acting so dramatic. Don't let such a measly correctional action seem worse then it was." He grabs your shoulder and forces you back to sit straight.

You sit back, looking straight ahead. Can't show any weakness.. taking a moment to try leveling your breathing and fighting back the tears of frustration. Your eyes burned begging to weep, you bite the inside of your cheek to silence it. Lost in thought, you forgot about your hand and your father noticed.

"Your hand."

You gasp lightly, shifting to hide it. "It was an accident from this morning. I am still able to play my violin, sir." You didn't dare meet his eyes again, "it will be healed by tomorrow morning."

He returned his stare to face forward, "Hn. Than I will expect you to play a piece when we get home. No expectations. If you fail any note.." He didn't need to finish his sentence you knew well what is meant. More lashings or punishment. The rest of the car ride home was silent.

*TW End*
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The following day Y/n arrived at school, stepping out the vehicle. A square bandage on her cheek to hide the swelling from the pervious day. The bandage on your knuckles was removed, to hide the small cuts you dabbed a few spots of your makeup foundation. It didn't do much for the swelling though.

Flash back.

Before dinner you were made to play a song for your father, and of course it wasn't an easy piece.. He chose the song on purpose. you not only strained yourself mentally to play perfectly. You strained your body and hand as they both screamed for your to stop. You pushed through the piece, without issue thankfully. You were dismissed after dinner, finally free to go upstairs and crumble to the floor letting all the pain and emotions of the day pour out of you.

End of Flashback.

You step into class nonchalantly, ignoring the concerned and confused stares of the other students. Even ignoring the stare of Bakugou. It was his fault for everything after all. Just ignore him, ignore everyone. Taking your seat and sitting quietly awaiting for class to start. You didn't show any sign on your face but, your hand was in turmoil. I will still be able to write, right?