part 3

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I hadn't seen bakugou since are fight. But when I walk out for my coming of age party he was standing at the door holding his arm out for me. I didn't grab his arm I was to scared I didn't want people to see (especially not bakugou) that I had cut my arm just before coming downstairs the blood was to fresh I was getting drops of blood on my dress. Maybe I can pass those as punch stains when my mom asks about them later. 

Bakugou grabs my hand to hold it. He doesn't look at my hand with makes me feel relieved. He leads me to the front of the room where there's a table of presets from aunts and uncles friends and cousins, another table has a cake. 

He leads me in between them. He stands name to me. In this kind of mafia family we cut are palms open and then put them on a hot coal. Someones once called us a cult so my dad took care of him. 

My mom walks to me and bakugou squeezes my hand probably because he thinks I'm nervous but I'm not this is just another cut to me. My mom hands me the hot knife and my dad stands next to her with a hot coal in a bowl. I take the knife and remove my hand from bakugou. 

I don't hesitate I cut my palm the feeling relaxing me a little. I hand my mom the knife back and grab the hot coal as my dad counts how long I can hold it. The longer you hold it the more likely you are to have children. At least that for the girls for the boys its how many life's you'll take. 

If I remember right bakugou held his for 30 seconds before placing it back down. I was not going to lose to him. I held mine until the back of my hand was turning red. As I place it down some of my blood is smeared on the coal. 

"And 40 seconds" My dad says I heard him but also don't hear him. Bakugou has his hand on my wrist his saw the cuts. I worry but I know he won't say anything right now. He'll wait. Or I hope he'll wait. 

Hours go by people are full drunk and talking shit about each other. I'm standing in a corner drinking the punch. I can tell one of my cousins has spiked it because I feel lightheaded. Bakugou walks up to me. I saw my mom smiling I think she  thinks we did something while we were gone which is why were being my friendly but were just being nice because were in front of people. people who expect us to have children and run are sides of the mafia side by side. 

"So the scars you wanna talk about them now?" Bakugou asks looking at me and drinking the alcohol in his cup. 

"Not with you." I retort setting my cup down. I've always hated how alcohol makes me feel. Yes I know I'm under age but I'm in the Mafia I've drank a few times. 

"Then who have you talked to about it. It's not hard to tell what they are."

"Listen Bakugou you--"

"Katsuki ... You need to call me Katsuki. You'll be a bakugou yourself soon."

"Whatever I'm going to my room if my mom or dad come looking for me tell them I got drunk and needed some rest." I say walking away from him. He just glares at me a watches me leave. I wish someone would follow me tell me it's dumb to leave and go do what I plan to do but I can't help myself I need to feel something maybe I could sneak a vape from one of my older cousins. Iv'e done it before.

"Here you look like you need this." My cousin josh hands me a blue vape. I stare at him confused and then take t before he changes his mind or someone sees us. Josh has always been a bad influence on me. He was the first one to let little 10 year old me get drunk. I thank him as I slid it into my bra and walk away. 


Please don't vape don't drink underage don't cut and don't try to lose so much weight your under weight. It's not healthy. I love you and I hope you have a good day. - skya 


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