Katsuki Bakugou Ao3 fics

Tastes Like Death and Feels Like Regret by; Mr_Fishpockets

Summary:

Katsuki angst in eight sections except the transitions are written like 1001 arabian nights.

Birthday gift for Nezu_is_god.

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It was happening. It was happening all over again. Was this what they meant? How it felt to die?

Katsuki wanted to puke. He wanted to scream, to fight — to do anything , but he was utterly powerless. What a shame.

Hidden in his bedroom, he knew it was only a matter of time before the hag would get to him. Katsuki grasped desperately at his sheets. He didn’t mean it! He hadn’t meant to break the flower pot in the hallway! He hadn’t meant to say fuck!

As he heard Mitsuki storming up the stairs screaming his name, he was sure that day was meant to be the end of his life. The beating lasted for hours. Katsuki couldn’t talk by the end of it.

The next morning he stumbled out the front door, sore and bruised, yet still alive. A painfully often occurrence in the Bakugo household. It didn’t stop Izuku’s annoying ass questions though, so Katsuki hit him regularly. It was the only way to make bad kids like him behave.

Middle school wasn’t much different from elementary. The beatings continued and Deku was nosy as ever. For Katsuki though, the world felt so much heavier sometimes. His uniform chafed at the open sores beneath his clothes more often than not. It made him so damn agitated.

It was hard to strive for perfection. Perfect scores, perfect attendance, perfect family, perfect façade. Deku was a fucking drug. Letting out his anger upon him was the quick fix it promised to be, and ‘Kacchan’ was addicted.

There were times when Katsuki tried to leave the stupid nerd alone, but he was dealing with so much and Deku was practically asking for it anyway. As time went on though, the explosive teen grew a tolerance to his opium.

Bullying Deku didn’t calm him down as much as it used to. In fact, the more he beat him up, the more pathetic he felt. Katsuki wanted to burn himself, to crack his skull open on the wall, to kill himself — but he couldn’t. No, the hag would find out and give him a punishment that was worth feeling suicidal about.

That wouldn’t do. Katsuki wanted to be in charge. He wanted control.

Back to Deku he went, palms searing. He even went so far as to tell him to jump off the roof. God, if only he could.

Boom!

If only he could breathe! Icky, putrid sediment coated his body, lifting him off the ground and puppeteering his body against his will as the sludge villain forced itself down his throat and into the various crevices of his body.

Katsuki hadn’t meant to panic. No one ever does, but Katsuki is different. He’s dangerous and he needs to learn to keep his emotions in check. He’s better than the rest of these extras.

Katsuki’s ‘friends’ had abandoned him before he was grabbed, so terrified of the looming threat behind him they couldn’t find the words to warn him. What shitheads. Somehow, he couldn’t find it in himself to cry. Being suffocated, and used, and he couldn’t do shit!