~Grand Theft Hero's~

Your family forgot about you Suki

Bakugo's POV:

Eating this wack ass food sucks...

"Aye, you gon eat that role? And what bout that juice box?"

Some random ass dude asks him. Bakugo's eyes move to the man in question and raises a brow.

"How bout you eat your own damn food you fatass. You haven't even touched your role and your already askin' me for mine? Who the fuck do you think ya are?"

The man growls and slams his hand on the cafeteria table, causing people to look over.

"My name is Shindo! And I'll ask whatever I wanna you asshole!! You just don't look to hungry!!"

Bakugo laughs at the dude. This fucking idiot needs to be put in a mental hospital.

"Like I said- You haven't touched a damn thang on your plate so you don't look too hungry either fool"

Shindo immediately leans across the table and grabs Bakugo's shirt, bringing him up to his face.

"Watch it.."

The man growls.

"You haven't even ate anything and your breathe smells like a dead animal crawled up your ass!"

Bakugo yells, pulling the mans hair, causing him to fall back and off the seat of the table.

"Katsuki Bakugo that's enough!! Also your therapist is here to talk to you!"

A cop yells over the commotion. Shindo immediately laughs.

"Imagine having a therapist in prison? That's how you know you need help!"

Bakugo would turn around and beat the shit out of him if he didn't have cuffs on him. However, he's soon escorted back to the room where he last saw his therapist. His cuffs are gone and the door soon shuts.

"It's nice to see you again Katsuki.."

His therapist speaks and Katsuki sighs, taking his seat in the chair in front of her desk. He rests his elbows on said desk, interlocking his hands as he presses them to his mouth.

"What are you gonna ask me Aiko?"

"I wanna know if you happen to remember your gang members...Could you describe them for me?"

"Why? So you can give the cops information? I ain't tellin' you shit about them. Your supposed to be here for my mental health, not for information"

"I am here for your mental health Katsuki...But your gang members still need to be put in prison for their actions and-"

"You know what fuck you! I'm so fuckin' tired of this shit! You say your good at your fuckin' job but are you really as good as you say? Your not a fuckin' investigator your a therapist you piece of shit!

"Okay okay I'm sorry Katsuki...Yes I'm a therapist and it's my job to help people...But I also need to help society and having horrible gang members running around doing dumb shit won't help society"

"Yeah? Well then if you want information you might just need to speak to someone else because I ain't tellin' you shit about my family"

"Their not your family anymore Katsuki...I know this is hard to hear but they forgot about you don't you see? Open your eyes kid...You've been here for five years almost six! If they really remembered you they would've came to see you somehow and not only that but most of them are probably dead or ran out of this state to avoid the cops...It's time to give up on them. I'm not asking for much. I just need to know what they look like. All we have on camera is ski masks-"

"Well that's just too damn fuckin' bad...Even if they have moved on from me, I haven't and I never will so, I'll say it again for you...I ain't tellin' you shit"

Silence fills the room and his therapist only sighs.

"Okay....Let's talk about something else then...Can I ask how you've been?"

Bakugo is too quick to respond.

"I'm in fuckin' prison...How the fuck you think I've been?"

"Well after all these years of me working and talking to you, you'd think you would treat me with a little bit of respect and not catch an attitude with me every two seconds.."

"I don't give a shit bout you...You ain't helpin' me with shit and you never have. I respect nobody but my family and I damn sure don't trust nobody but my family..."

"Yeah, the family that forgot about your existence? Your telling me after all these years that I've been here with you, you don't trust me just a little bit?"

Bakugo glares at his therapist before his hands slam down on the table. He leans closer to her with an unreadable expression, a tilt of his head and his brows furrowing.

"Look at me and tell me...Does it look like a give a fuck about you? Because I give none..."

Bakugo whispers before leaning back in his seat, his hands stuffing themselves back into this orange sweats.

"You can't live in my picture without a frame.."

Bakugo tells her, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean-?"

"I mean you can't relate to me...You don't know what it's like to grow up on the streets for years and fight for your life every damn day for a piece of food. You don't know what it's like to feel rescued by someone, form a trust bond with them and soon...Form a trust bond with their friends, a trust bond so strong you consider those friends family because they were the closest thing you had to a family why? Because your real family gave up on you...You don't know what it's like to find yourself in prison years later, finding out that your family did indeed forget about you..."

His therapist doesn't interrupt him. She listens to what he has to say with a straight face and for once, Bakugo feels like he has the upper hand.

"The difference between you and I? Is the fact you still have things to fight for that's dear to your heart...I have nothin' to fight for. Everything that was once dear to my heart was taken away from me and forgotten.."

Bakugo tells her and she stays quiet. He watches her, challenging her to argue with him.

"What do I have to fight for exactly Katsuki? You don't know a damn thing about me, I only know about you-"

"You fight for your job that you suck ass at...You also fight for your husband, don't think I didn't notice your ring. You fight for the love of your life and you'll also fight for your kids when you have them...Now, tell me what I have to fight for since you know me so well?"

His therapist is quiet, thinking of something, anything that Katsuki has left to fight for...

"Come on...After all these godamn years of what you call help, you should be able to name atleast one thing I have to fight for...What is it? What keeps me going? What is keeping me alive now that I have nothin' left for me?"

After a couple of minutes his therapist looks down in defeat, not having an answer to his question.

"I don't know..."

She admits and Bakugo chuckles to himself with a shake of his head.

"You don't know? I'll tell you what's keeping me alive..."

Katsuki says, feeling pride swarm in himself before standing up from his seat.

"Trust.."

He whispers and walks out of the room, letting the cops take him back to his cell.
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He trusts his family to come back for him isn't that so sweet 😩🤞
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