your version of the sky - k. bakugou

07 - family.

cw: needles, blood, the usual etc lol. 

Bakugou tugged at the skin on his wrist. It itched, like an irritated papercut. His palm had a small cut down the center of it. He was shocked he hadn't felt it sooner, it was so annoying. 

It was small enough that it had scabbed over during the day, but i, so as he lay in bed, Bakugou began picking at the red skin. 

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A little was all you needed. 

You chuckled softly to yourself. If you were as bad a liar as Bakugou, you would have been caught or the League would have taken away everyone's quirks with the serum you had created. 

You had locked the vial tightly, praying that the little DNA you had from Bakugou wouldn't dry up. Successfully, you watched the smallest droplet pool at the tip of a needle, mixed with the tiniest bit of Toga's blood. 

While Toga had been sleeping the night before, you'd carefully wandered into her room, stealing the smallest bit of her own blood. And of course, she woke up, and of course, you made the stupid excuse that you needed more needles for the copious amount of drugs you were taking. In all honesty, the idea of drugs was disgusting to you. You had seen what it could do to people.

"No, no, stay right here." 

There was a soft squeak. The mouse on your desk skittered to the edge of the table. 

"I won't hurt you." You plucked the skittish animal into your hand, plunging the needle into its soft white hair. Bakugou's blood filtered into it. 

You set it down into a tiny cage, right next to the grey mouse, with which you'd injected the essence of Dark Shadow into. 

That one had died a few hours before you'd gotten home, black veins crawling up and down its tiny body. You could admit to yourself you were feeling a great amount of guilt. Tiny, sweet animals. You'd even had one as a pet before your mother passed. 

"No," you whispered. You shoved the image of her away. Forcing yourself to forget. Forget the small lines creasing her cheeks where she'd smile, the sweet color of her eyes. Her laugh. 

All the things a mother had. You wondered what she would say if she could see you now, if she had been alive to raise you away from all this chaos. Perhaps your faith in heroes would have pursued, and you'd be in UA as a real student, passionate like all the others. 

What would life be like if she were still here? 

Would she say she was just like you when she was your age? Or scold you and curse your rebellious nature? 

Or would she have left you behind with your father? 

There was a sudden knock. 

"What?" You snapped, rubbing the redness from your eyes. 

"Let me in." It was Dabi. 

You unlocked the door to find him standing there, arms crossed like a disapproving older brother. 

He looked you up and down, his upper lip curling with distaste at your grubby appearance. To be fair, you didn't shower the night before and you'd spent countless hours holed up in your room under unwashed sheets or hunched over your desk like some mad scientist.

"Are you high?"

You shook your head in disbelief. "Why does everyone think I'm high?"

"Your eyes are red."

"Maybe I'm just tired, dipshit. Is this your way of telling me you're worried about me?"

"Hell no. If you were high I'd ask for whatever the hell it was that you were on and then get out. No. I was going to tell you Shigaraki needed you."