Trauma Bonding- DeafK. Bakugo x reader

Chapter Eight

You woke up the next morning with a slight pain in your ears followed by a sharp ringing. Shit. You thought, wondering if your ears were hurting from using the headphones instead of your earplugs. Looking at your bedside table, seeing your brand new Aizawa figurine, you remembered you had to get his change back to him. You knew he wouldn't allow you just to keep his own money.

Crawling out of bed, the cold floor pretty much jolted you awake; that and the knock on your door. You thought of who it could be. Bakugo? Aizawa? Mina? I guess I'll never know unless I open the door.

"Hello," you asked through the closed door, "who's there?"

"Just open the door."

You instantly recognized that monotone voice. Dad. Your fears faded away almost as soon as they arrived.

"What's up," opening the door so he could see you. If you didn't know your real father, you would definitely think he was your dad seeing how you both looked the same not long after you woke up.

"I came to check on you," he said walking in, "you slept pretty late and Bakugo mentioned how you fell asleep on the train ride home."

"I didn't sleep that long," You spilled back with a slight attitude, "I'm a growing woman."

"It's currently noon Y/n," Aizawa rolled his eyes, "it's time to get up."

You groaned, not really wanting to do anything today. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, grab your earplugs and get dressed in some clean clothes, we have places to be."

"Okay, okay," you waved your hand in his direction, "get out of here so I can change then."

You didn't have any other clothes than the ones you came in so you opted for one of your clean uniforms. Enjoying the simplicity of choosing outfits, you didn't see the need to buy regular 'civilian' clothes. You're here to become a hero, not some high schooler who only cares about what other people say about you.

"Girl, there is no way you are wearing that," the chipper voice of a pink friend flowed through your head as you put the headphones you got from Bakugo on.

"It's all I have," you shrugged your shoulders, "unless you wanted me to walk out in my bra and underwear this is what you get."

"Come here," she motioned you to follow her, "come pick something. I'm sure you're about the same size as me."

It was way too early, or late (?), in the morning for her to be talking to you like this but you ignored her, walking into her dorm.

"Pick anything you want," Mina threw her hands out as if she was showing something off.

"I couldn't."

"You can," she stared at you, "pick something woman."

Looking through her closet, you find something that seems like something you would wear. A simple pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt.

"Good enough," you asked, "I mean you told me to pick anything I wanted so this is what I picked."

"Sure! It works for me," her smile beamed, "go on, try them, make sure it all fits."

You walked into her bathroom, examining all the hair care products she had placed on her sink. The mirror was lined with LED lights being just about the only thing that was semi-organized. Glancing in the mirror, you noticed the bags under your eyes, the small scars on your face from your father, and most of all, the lifeless look in your eyes. Three simple knocks on the door and a question from Mina brought you back to reality. Crap, I have to get these clothes on or she'll barge in here I'm sure. You chuckled slightly to yourself.