Katsuki Bakugou Ao3 fics

hell is empty [all the devils are here]

By ; nitroglycerin_and_paraffin (Chloroform_Boy)

Summary:

"Listen to me, Katsuki," his mother hisses, looking at him for the first time since they left the principal's office. "Kids like you always grow up to be monsters. They turn into villains, Katsuki, and is that what you want? If that happens, if you end up in jail, I'll let you rot behind bars because what people like you deserve. I'll disown you, Katsuki, and you won't be a part of this family anymore. Do you understand?"

Katsuki stares down at his hands, at his bruised and bloody knuckles, and feels his eyes burn. "Yeah," he says, throat tight. "I understand."

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Bakugou Katsuki grows up angry.

Notes:

alternate summary: a 5+1 fic about 5 times that bakugou katsuki is referred to as a villain, except without the +1 part because it's whumptober and i’m evil

okay. so. i can explain myself. i originally planned to do a ‘hidden injury’ in which the injury was, you know, physical, but then i remembered reading this article a while ago and it was about emotional injuries and… yeah. and, also, i like emotional whump better and it's my whumptober and i do what i want. anyways, enjoy!!

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never been aimed directly at Katsuki before, but he’s seen it happen - once when he was six, his parents brought him along to a ball, and he’d been able to witness his father get into an argument with a coworker. By the time security got called, there was broken glass everywhere and Katsuki had a cut on his forehead from getting in the way of a flying vase.

He can hear his father take a deep breath, blow it out. He says, in a slightly strained voice, “Katsuki, be quiet and listen to me.” His words say, Please let me speak, but his tone says, Shut the fuck up, Katsuki.

Katsuki shudders and pulls his knees up to his chest.

His father continues, “Your mother has been under a great deal of stress lately, and you’re not helping matters by antagonizing her every chance you get. You say you want to be a hero, but there’s a lot more to being a hero than winning every battle you fight - you have to know when to back down.”

In other words, when to turn the other cheek.

Katsuki is so, so cold, but he’s burning all the same. His chest feels like it's made of hot coals, like it's scorching him from the inside-out.

“A hero that doesn’t take other people’s feelings into account isn’t a hero at all, Katsuki.” His father puts his hand back on his shoulder and Katsuki tenses, tries to shrug it off, but the grip just tightens and tightens. “And if someone isn’t a hero, what does that make them?”

Under his father’s expectant gaze, Katsuki relents. He says, anger and shame and pain mixing together in his throat until he feels sick to his stomach, “A villain.” He curls his fists, and his nails stab into his palms. “That makes them a villain.”

“And do you want to be a villain?”

The hand on his shoulder falls away. His father stands, looks down at him. He rakes his fingers through his hair. He looks tired, and Katsuki feels so guilty that it's hard to breathe. Here his father is, acting as the mediator between his wife and his son, and Katsuki isn’t being helpful at all. In fact, he’s being worse than not helpful. He’s being actively destructive. He’s being fucking useless.

“Katsuki,” his father says when he doesn’t speak. “Answer me. Do you want to be a villain?”

Katsuki shakes his head.