Fireworks || A Bakugou x Reader Fic

Anger Issues

Still watching gacha life singing battles unironically sorry chat, also I'm gonna start making these chapters longer after this!!
Song for chapter: Taking What's Not Yours by TV Girl

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I wake up to my dad knocking on my door relentlessly. I groan and rub my eyes before sitting up and speaking.

"Ugh.. come in, what is it?!.."

My dad opens the door, my other dad following behind him. They're holding a laptop with an email about my acceptance into U.A, and I jump out of my bed quickly to go read it with them on my desk.

They set down the laptop and I began scrolling through it, reading it quickly to get to the end, where I'll learn if I got in or not. Most of the email talks about things they admired about my fighting style, the rest being video footage of when I got my points.

We all agreed not to watch that.

Once we finally got the bottom, I took a deep breath before clicking on a link, and it loaded for what felt like forever.

"Cmon, cmon.."

I whisper.

It finally loads, a confetti effect falling past the result as we all read the words "You've been accepted!"

We all start jumping and I smile widely before hugging my dads and cheering.

"Y/N, this is amazing!"
My blonde dad says.

"It is. We're proud of you. Not that I thought there was any chance you wouldn't get in."
My black haired dad says.

I giggle quietly before turning to the door as we all hear a doorbell ringing throughout the house. I walk to the front porch, swinging the thing open and seeing a package on the ground. Anyone who was there was already gone, and I pick up the package.

I walk back in, seeing my dads at the table waiting patiently for an explanation.

I walk over and sit down, aggressively tearing it open and seeing my uniform.

We all smile as I agree to go try it on and make sure it fits. I get into my room and begin slipping on the outfit.

It ends up fitting perfectly, even complimenting my shape slightly. I open my door and show my dads.

"Girl yes! You look like a baddie!"
My loud dad says.

I try not to mentally gag at how he was trying to be gen z right now.

He clears his throat and my other dad Aizawa looks between the two of us before rolling his eyes and groaning.

"Yasss."

Me and my did Hizashi burst out in laughter as Aizawa hesitantly goes along with it. He looks at his husband angrily as his eyes turn red and his hair starts floating.

My face drops and I slowly step backwards into my room, once I get close enough I shut the door and leave them out there alone, not wanting to get involved.

I ignore the yelling and shouting as they practically wrestle all over the kitchen and living room, grabbing my headphones before putting them over my ears and smiling softly.

"I got in."

I whisper to myself.

I really did it, I got into U.A high. It's crazy to think how fast times been going by lately. But now that all of my worries have been put to rest, I'm relaxing.

I lay back on my head and begin listening to my confidence boosting playlist, and let's forget about the fact that it's titled "fem main character in an action movie"

... Cause that's definitely not basically me.

Therefore I Am by Billie Eilish starts playing and I hum along as I grab my sketchbook again, thinking of something to draw. I like drawing. It's one of the things I don't absolutely hate about this place.

I think back to one of my dreams and begin drawing, my hands moving on their own. It was a dream of these two people, who in the dream were my biological parents. My father had fluffy,
Y/H/C hair, while my mom had long black hair that beautifully accentuated her Y/E/C eyes.

In the dream, we were all sitting on the edge of this cliff. And at the bottom was a riot of people, holding signs and shouting. I can never remember what that riot was for though. I'm sitting next to my parents as they smile at me and reassure me that everything will turn out fine.

I sigh before finishing the drawing.

I wish that was the kind of dream that could come true.

I flop my back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling, thinking of my parents. I'm so thankful for my dads, but I do wish I'd met my biological parents at least a couple of times. They were killed by villains when I was a toddler though, and my dads were there to save me when the intruder was going for me next.

Just glad they'd been wanting a daughter at that time..

I know I never really knew them, so it's not like I can really be attached, but a part of me wishes I was. Cause at least then I'd know if I get my personality from my mom or my dad, or maybe a mix of both. Maybe I'd know more about myself if they were still here.

I get lost in thoughts like that before a chime coming from my phone snaps me out of it. I turn to it and grab it after a moment, pausing the music and opening the notification.

NUMBERONEHEROBITC

Hey dumbass, if you think you're getting in after that weak ass fall at the exam you're stupid asf

                                  
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WHAT THE FUCK HOW KILL YOURSELF

I scoff and roll my eyes before laughing slightly and tapping my fingers all over the keyboard.

 
aw, jealous u probably didn't get in anger issue?

I DO NOT HAVE ANGER ISSUES BITCH

i didn't say u did i said u ARE an anger issue. and hey you can spell the whole word! ur username says otherwise

User has blocked you.

I smile before turning on my alarm for my very first day of U.A and turn my music back on, listening to it as I fall asleep in my comfortable bed.

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