What You Want: A Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 1: People Pleaser

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

Your POV:

My parents always told me they regretted not becoming heroes. Every moment I remembered from childhood was them wishing they did things differently.

"It was a missed opportunity, y/n," my father would explain, "If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have given it up."

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for everything my parents have done. They kept me fed, clothed, safe, and healthy. However, they were miserable at their jobs, coming home exhausted and unfulfilled. From a young age, I always tried to make them feel better and happy. I would excel in what I thought pleased them, in hopes they would be proud that I was their daughter, maybe then they wouldn't regret the choices they made.

When my quirk developed, my parents were ecstatic. Finally, something they could do that wouldn't end in disappointment. They put all their energy into my development, practically creating my future for me, right down to the hero's name and costume. I was going to be a hero, no matter what. It didn't matter what I wanted in life. Of course, being a kid, I went along with it. They looked happy for once, so I did everything I could to keep it that way.

My quirk was called Wraith. A combination of my dad's quirk: Ghost, and my mom's quirk: Shadow Control. I emitted a black smoke that I could solidify into whatever weapon I wanted. Weapons that shot objects, however, didn't work. For example, a firearm. I could create the shape of it, but it wouldn't shoot anything out of it. This quirk also came with some physical attributes while using it; my eyes would black out and my canines would sharpen. There were some drawbacks, of course, as with any quirk. If my quirk was in use for too long I would begin to feel fatigued, my objects would become less solid, I would have a splitting headache and, my least favorite, my anger would skyrocket.

Soon enough, though, I began to want to do things my way. Once, I brought up the idea of becoming a teacher. Unfortunately, that didn't exactly go as planned. As soon as I mentioned it, I was met with immediate disappointment. It was like a switch had flipped. They scolded me about throwing away this opportunity, questioned my friends and social circle, and told me that they were worried about my future. I stopped bringing up these ideas, and they stopped scolding me.

Any change in routine was treated the same way. Whether it be me wanting to train differently or to go to a different school than they wanted. I would feel guilty even just bringing up something I wanted to do, so I kept working, kept studying until I eventually got into the top hero school in the nation.

Which is why I'm here now, practically falling asleep at my desk as we all wait for Mr. Aizawa to show up. The entire class clamored about how people were approaching them in public this morning.

"Did you get any recognition, y/n? You also placed in the top eight," Momo Yaoyorozu nudged me awake with her elbow, attempting to bring me into the class discussion.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I got a couple of congratulations on the subway here. It was nice." I smiled brightly, still remembering how warm I felt when I heard the praises of strangers.

The school sports festival just happened. It was nationally televised and one of the biggest events to tune into, almost everyone in the country watched as we showcased our quirks and skills; including my parents, who were not too thrilled about my fighting technique.

Growing up I was always taught to create a sword and shield with my quirk. It was what my parents wanted me to use when I fought. Sure, it was cool for a while, but eventually I grew tired of the practicality of it. It felt too old, nothing like the heroes I saw on the TV. I couldn't really do anything different though, not if I wanted to please my parents, so I started training myself to use different weapons outside of my parents' supervision. I took a liking to creating sharp claws for myself, and a scythe. It felt more suited to my quirk, so I kept it.