✰The start chapter 1 ✰

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Listen there will only be 5 chapters because I'm not in the mood to make 20 chapters and shit.
Always to see if I get more views I'll do a deku or Kiri ship with bakugo
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" Wake the fuck up Katsuki!" Mrs. Mitsuki yelled and must be. Wondering why I call her that not mom or mother no I'm her little punching bag who has to treat her with grace and respect.

I got up out off my bed and Stretched because everything was so stiff and I think I got skinnier nope, still fat.

I got out of bed and did my morning routine and got my UA outfit on. I went downstairs " Bakugo what the fuck is up with your face,its not glowing and your body I can see your fat figure in the outfit you better work out today and I'll book more dance lessons for you"" Mrs. Mitsuki, I don't need more dance lessons or training" I said. She slapped me so hard my cheek turned red " YOU DISRESPECTFUL BRAT I'm trying to make you perfect like me why can't you accept that your useless and I'm trying to make you useful" she yelled at me and I felt my legs shake and then my hands then my whole body " Stop Shaking because if you don't you're not going to get your precious book or journal" she threatened and I swear I saw my journal in my backpack and now she has it.

Great... I'm fucked..." Mrs. Mitsuki may I go,I can't be late" I said trying to change the subject," yes you can go but I'm book 3x the dance lessons and you better do more training and I'm holding onto this book because it seems you care about more than your lessons"she said. She gave me one last hit  and it was pretty bad to the point I can't cover this up but I can just say it was a fight.

I went to school and I was a little late. I busted through the doors and Aizawa looked at me annoyed. '' Well glad you showed up Bakugo,now take a seat" Aizawa said as I walked inside there were looks and stares and I hated it! Then that little voice in my head popped up

No one likes you

Your fat and ugly and nobody will love you

Your so dumb

Your an attention seeker

You should DIE

DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE

You deserve nothing

Why are you alive

Your a villain

Your a failure

Your a disappointment

" Bakugo, Bakugo, BAKUGO! Pay attention" Aizawa yelled. I hate everyone except for one person and that's Todoroki and he probably don't like me because I'm a dumb fuck who's has anger issues and nobody likes me. I have no chances with that guy who the fuck am I kidding and I'm probably never going to see him again because of all this dance lessons and training and I'm tired and I still look FAT!
Aizawa taught his lesson while I was zoning the fuck out.

She's a fucking soul sucker and a monster but she's my mOtHeR so I should forgive and love her. BULLSHIT!

After the lesson-

" Bakubae are you ok? What happened to your eye and cheek?" Raccoon eyes  asked" I got in a fight but it's fine I won and MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS" I yelled if I think about it I don't like yelling that much it's always too much for me but I hate people judging me so I put on an act." Hey Kacchan, why were you late? I'm just worried because it's like your 4th time" Stupid deku said"  I was cooking for my mom" I lied.
" Bakugo do you want to go to our sleepover?  the deku squad is coming" raccoon eyes asked," Is Todoroki coming?" I asked" of course but you need to calm down and just relax. I know you hate him but don't be obsessed, okay?" I rolled my eyes why the fuck is the point in asking. They always treat me like a damn monster but I'm never going to be like that bitch.

Lunch time -

I wasn't hungry so I went to the bathroom to practice my dancing. It's my comfort place. I know it's stupid but I find it calming. I practice my dancing but that little voice in my head was back but they were saying something totally different...

You know there's a way not to feel the way you do

You can cut yourself

Remember that pocket knife you bought

Just try it

Should I try it? Like if it helps me not feel what I feel than fuck it right?
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Cliffhanger

I forgot about this book 🅓🅐🅜🅝

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