❝Stars Aligned❞ » Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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The first night of the camping trip went by a little more smoothly than you thought. You realized that you have opened up quite a bit to Bakugou and Todoroki to the point where it made you feel relieved and light, like the weights were piling off of you.

When the next day rolled around, Aizawa had done a couple more exercises then let the students hang out to do whatever they wanted after dinner but all you did was decide to relax and hang out in one of the folded out lawn chairs by the lake, staring out at the water silently.

Katsuki decided to leave you alone for the day, seeing that you needed time to reflect on a lot of things. He wanted you to figure out your troubles and figure out the type of hero you want to be later in life.

But of course the silence didn't last for very long because after 2 hours of you by the water by yourself, he decided to sit beside you and join, staying quiet for nearly half an hour before deciding to speak.

"Do you think this trip made you feel better?" He asked genuinely, making you turn your head towards him.

"I think it did, yes. I feel like I spoke about a lot of things I was burying pretty deep but I still have so much in there, I don't know." You answered him, watching his head nod.

"Do you want to talk about it with me?" His question made you ponder on that idea but as you thought about the last 24 hours and how much you have gotten off your chest.. you decided to speak a bit more.

"One thing I haven't told anyone was one of the nights I spent with the league of villains right after the chip was implanted in my head."

Your eyes fluttered open after one of the test runs Shigaraki sent you on to test out the implant and to test whether or not it would actually work on you. You were panting heavily, the flashbacks of what you had just done overcame you in an instant.

The blood stains on your clothes and on your hands almost made you puke on the spot. Shigaraki started to laugh at your panicked state, stepping over to where you lied strapped down on a table with restraints covering your hands to prevent you from using your quirk.

"Don't look so sad, you did great!" He said happily, that sick twisted smile on his face.

"Fuck you. People died tonight because of you."

"Ah ah, because of you sweetheart." He said, making you freeze in your spot.

The realization started to hit you, it was because of you even if there was a chip controlling you, it was still your body and your quirk being used to kill people.

"You're sick." You muttered under your breath before suddenly feeling your head being slammed down on the table, the impact causing a wince to leave your lips.

"What was that?" His face hovered over yours, his dry skin up close and personal.

"You're.. sick." You said again but slower, not wanting to back down and seem weak or beneath him even if you were strapped down.

You hated him with every fiber of your being, you hated him for doing this, you hated him for taking you for his own personal gain. You especially hated the fact you had such a destructive quirk that it possessed him to take you.

As he stared into your eyes, nothing but emptiness and darkness filled them as he stood up straight with a dry laugh erupting from his throat, scratching a part of his neck for just a second.

Then he reached over to grab a simple tool, clutching it so tightly that he could have destroyed it if he wanted to but instead he used that tool to torture you. He pricked and nicked at your bare skin, cutting apart your body as he watched the blood trail down and make a puddle on the table.