Leave It All Behind - Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Our promise

This chapter is a part of a series of flashbacks, that will make sense very soon. ALSO SO SORRY I thought I scheduled his to be published at 6:30 AM EST but I accidently put PM idk how but yeah

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"Hey, wait up!" you yelled. You were eight at the time, and like the nice, outgoing kid you were, you started up a conversation with the seventh graders.

Kazumu Goto was the child of your mother's best friend. That was before she disappeared off the face of the planet. Naturally, his mother was pretty pissed about it, and started local rumors about your family, which disappeared just as suddenly as she'd vanished, still Goto had developed a grudge against you. It was pretty stupid to have a grudge against a small child, but children are stupid, and he didn't care.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on the swing set with me, or the monkey bars, whatever you want. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to be friends. I know you don't like me, but I don't want you to hate me forever."

You were young and stupid. It would have been best to stop when his fists clenched, or his teeth grinded. Maybe when his face contorted into a hideous scowl. You didn't notice though or didn't care to notice. Oh, how stupid you were.

Goto's friends laughed at him. An irrational anger spread over the young boy, and his face heated up in a rage.

"Shut up!" he yelled, shoving you full force into the ground. You let out a small sound of pain as your body hit the rough dirt road. "You talk too much, no wonder your mom abandoned you," he laughed. His friends pushed him around in a joking manner, laughing as you stared up in shock, his face proud with a malicious smile.

"What did you just say?" you asked in a trembling voice. He looked at you with an evil eye, snickering along with his friends. A faint sense of Iron overwhelmed you as you nervously bit your lip. 

"You're such a stupid baby."

"Hey! Get away!" another voice yelled from behind. A rock hit Goto right in the forehead. He seemed to look around in confusion, but deep down, he knew the answer. It defiantly wasn't you, which meant someone was watching.

A close friend of yours, Umito, sat in a nearby oak about ten feet about them. "Yeah! I know you heard me! Leave her alone!" he yelled, throwing a handful of rocks at the boys this time. You covered your head as a few stray pebbles hit you instead.

"Come on, let's go," Goto said, having been in this situation before. Him and his friends ran to the other end of the road to grab their bags and bikes. 

Umito hopped down from the tree and ran towards you, a concerned, yet proud look on his face. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Umito asked. You sniffled and wiped away the tears that had started to form.

"Don't baby me Umito, I can handle it myself," you said. He grabbed your scratched up hands and pulled you up into a hug.

"Don't be stupid, I'll protect you, I'll be your hero. We all need help sometimes, even me, and I'm the king of the universe!"

To be honest, you never wanted to be a hero. That was Umitos dream. He was confident, strong, and willing to help anyone in need. You admired this strong ambition of his, but risking your life for others wasn't really your forte.

You knew he really got a kick out of being called "King of the universe," but you refused to entertain it because of the simple fact, that you thought it sounded silly. He didn't care, because he knew that no matter the name, he was the king in your eyes.

It was no lie that you had a little crush on Umito. The same went for him. The two of you were inseparable, even before your mother left. He didn't pity you like the rest, that wasn't his nature.

"Come on, let's go to the spot before it gets dark. My grandma wants me back in two hours," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the spot you called your own. 

Umito's parents had died in an accident when he was younger, so he lived with his grandmother. No hero's had been there to save them, and rather than carrying resentment towards them, he wanted to be one instead, helping anyone in need.

Running down the road, you approached a large break in a wooden fence, leading through a small field. You hadn't broken it. It had been like that since a big storm a few years back, and the property owner didn't care to fix it.

He dragged you through the field, known for being riddled with ticks, snakes, and spiders. He was the king of the universe though, and a little bug couldn't tear him down.

There was a steep hill, nearly half a mile long, but as young children you had the endurance to run up it. It was a place that looked over the small town you had stayed in your entire life.

The little run-down school, his grandma's bakery, your uncle's hardware shop, the little league baseball park, a small soccer field, even the gas station, you could see it all. The two of you had explored every inch of your old town, and still, it felt so golden and new to see it under the setting sun.

It had a small stick fort, the old flag made from a pillowcase that was weathered by the rain and bleached by sun. A small tea set for when you snuck up for lunch, and a lock box filled with goodies, pictures of the two of you, and most importantly, a pair of Walkey talkies you kept safe for when you went on your grand adventures. Both you and Umito had a key to the box that you wore on a string attached to your neck. When you created the box, the two of you swore to never take the necklaces off, and as far as you knew, you had both kept that promise.

"Someday," Umito said, swinging his feet over the steep edge of the ledge and sitting down comfortably. "I'm going to move to the city, and when I'm rich and famous, I'll bring you with me. I'm gonna marry you someday (y/n)," Umito said with a smile. Of course, as an eight-year-old boy, he couldn't fully grasp the concept of marriage, but that didn't stop it from being true in his eyes.

"I'll marry you too," you said, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. He slightly blushed, hiding his red face. Umitos complexion glowed in the golden hour light, and you laughed. "When you're rich, and we get married, I hope we never forget about this spot."

"I won't," he said, uncovering his face.

"Pinky promise?"

"I cross my heart and hope to die pinky promise," he laughed. So, you crossed your pinkies, and sealed it with your handshake, and that was the end of that.

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A/N - I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT TOO