𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 [Katsuki Bakugou x Reader]

①③ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡

It took a while for your parents to accept such a destructive quirk, and they were right to do so. After all it made your life miserable, torturous and so fucking painful.

Mother was born without a quirk, atleast not a useful one to protect herself. All she could do was detect metal in any object, see it like a highlighted word on paper. Father was just like his power though, he was unpredictable and full of so much energy it got travelled through his emotions and into his habits.

Electricity and workaholic don't work well.

"I really love you kiddo-" He was always so sweet when he just let loose for the day. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

"What about mummy?" You gleamed into his deep brown eyes, the wrinkles of stress over so many years staining his eyelids. "She made me, so you should love her more."

His smile started to fade. Why would he get sad about loving the woman you brought him joy.

Your father ruffled your hair, took hold of your hand and led you to the kitchen for dinner. "Of course I love your mother..." He turned round to you with a plate of your favourite food. "But never as much as I love you." He smiled down at you, grabbed his own plate and took you to the sofa. The table was never clear, always covered by mums sewing stuff and dads tools.

The two of you sat there for a while, just sat and watched a film you adored but he never cared for. He always did you wanted on these days. Others, not so much.

Father never knew you heard the screaming, the breaking glass, the chaos last night. He never had to know the tears streaming down your face and your back pressed against the door.

"The UA sports festival is about to start." The teacher barely looked like himself, not even his mouth was visible and his eyes were slits through the bandages. "It's true joining a famous hero agency can guarder you better experience and popularity."

Though you tried to make Shota stay home and recover, the stubborn shit never listened, went to the car and threatened to make you walk if you didn't get in.

"One chance a year. Three chances in a life time. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival, that means you better not slack off on your training." It sounded like he didn't care about any to do with the festival in the car, but his voice rang the the truth, he was genuinely determined to make his class win.

Aizawa had nothing else to say and left the room.

"I'm so hyped for the festival!" Kirishima swung round to your desk like a crashing boulder. "I can't wait to fight you in the finals."

"Someone seems confident, good one of us is." You smiled weakly at him and hung your head to the desk.

"Huh? Why aren't you?"

"Well, we don't know what the first two rounds will be, and I don't know if my quirk will work for whatever comes our way so its kind of hard to get excited over something I could easily loose, you know?"

"The surprise is the best part man, thinking on the spot and working together with your friends- even making new ones from other classes!" He was practically buzzing with anticipation, his grip on your desk shaking.

"I guess but I feel like my actual fighting isn't strong enough, my strength is in my quirk." You looked down at your first, forcing a small splatter of pixels to poke from your fingers.