❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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It had been a week since the fight broke out in the dining room between Bakugou and Todoroki, you couldn't help but feel how toxic you were especially towards both of the guys. Maybe it was because you craved that sense of love and affection, maybe because you never felt that with your father. Daddy issues? Possibly. You never felt like a family since your mom and siblings had died those years ago.

As you stared at the framed photo of your family, all smiling, all happy. You wished it could be like that all over again but now your dad drowns himself in his work as well as his alcohol most of the time.

Then you thought about Shoto, the both of you having one main thing in common and it was strict fathers that were toxic and somewhat absent. You both were complain about your dads, talked about how you both were pressured into coming here, into becoming a hero, the top hero at that. That was the main reason you two were close friends, relying on each other when your dads made it difficult to deal with the school.

Then you started to miss your mom, she knew how to make things right every time something happened. If she was still here, you probably wouldn't be enrolled into UA right now, you would probably be going to school for a normal career to have a normal life.

You knew she would say the right words right about now if you were to talk to her about what happened the last few months. You knew she wouldn't want any of this for you.

She would give you that motherly advice, she would definitely always tell you to listen to your heart, to go for what's right and to go for what made you the happiest. You knew exactly what she would say, so why couldn't you remember that when this first all started? You didn't know.

As you glanced around your bedroom in your house, you were packing more things to take back to the dorms and as you looked through your drawers, you stumbled across your mothers old journal that you found after she had died. You never read it, you couldn't bring yourself to read her journal after everything that had happened so you stored it away and forgot about it since.

But as you stared down at the beautiful art on the cover of the journal, your mothers hand writing as she had written her name in the bottom corner. She was always great at drawing, always great at making art pieces so it wasn't unusual for her to create the cover all on her own.

Your fingers traced over it, sighing as the memories of your mom appearing in your head clear as day. Soon, you opened it up and you saw the date on the top of the page, the very first entry being dated during her pregnancy with you.

I pray my child doesn't have to suffer with a quirk such as mine. I pray she doesn't get a quirk at all, to be beautiful, yet simple. To live happily without the pressure of being a hero like everyone else.

Your eyes widened at the first few sentences. You never knew your mom had a quirk, you grew up knowing she didn't have one at all so the words surprised you, they made you question the lie that was fed to you growing up. Was it a bad quirk? You were curious as your continued scanning over the page.

I can't control it, it just stumbles out, it overfills my body until it spills over and causes destruction. I strive to be normal, for the sake of my future children, for the sake of my husband.

Why was I so cursed with this quirk? Why was I cursed to possess something so .... destructive? I don't see how lava can do any good. I don't see why I have it at all.

You stopped in your tracks, your palms becoming sweaty as you slammed the journal shut.

"Her quirk was lava?" You whispered to yourself, staying silent in the middle of your room before you jumped, startled at the loud sound of your phone ringing.