Control Your Reality: Katsuki Bakugo

Chapter 6

Hitori's unpacking took thirty minutes. She had clothes, a few books, school supplies, Bakugo's blanket, and the flower to put away. Even when she was done, the plain-colored room did not have many spots of color.

Afterward, she paid a visit to Aizawa in the teachers' lounge to ask for a DNA test. Hitori had been going back and forth on it for weeks. And Bakugo had made several attempts to convince her to do it. Eventually she had caved, and now there she was.

Aizawa seemed a bit surprised, but agreed. He asked for two weeks to do it and then told her to go see Recovery Girl for a sample.

Hitori got back shortly before dinner, then retreated to her room. She dodged Mina's efforts to get her to participate in a tour of everyone's rooms and went to bed early.

UA provided bedding, so the blanket became the top layer on Hitori's bed. She had gotten used to sleeping with it after Bakugo had given it to her. Besides being so soft, she liked it because it smelled like him. It felt weird to admit, but it put her at ease, which came in handy that night when she struggled to fall asleep. But eventually, she did, and the dream came like always.

Hitori tore down the street, pushing people out of her way as she ran. Two men were chasing her and yelling at her to stop. People stopped to watch the spectacle, gasping at the nine-year-old outrunning two adults. Hitori had stolen a loaf of bread from a stand in the market and was running from the cops. This was one of the many times she had gotten away.

But she was still late getting back to the dojo, and unbeknownst to her, Sora was having a meeting. And she walked straight into it.

She went in through the backdoor and went down the hall to the kitchen. The bread was safely tucked away in her backpack. She just had to get to her room, then she could eat a bit before training.

"I don't think it's necessary to—"

Hitori stopped dead and looked up in surprise. Sora and a man she didn't recognize were both glaring at her.

"Hitori," Sora growled. "What have I told you about interrupting? Not to mention, you're late."

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realize—"

"Don't give me excuses, you know the rules!"

Sora stomped toward Hitori, who was frozen in fear. Breaking the rules meant pain.

Slap.

Her head whipped to the side, cheek burning.

"That's for being late. As for interrupting..." Sora turned and looked at the other man. "I think I'll leave that punishment up to you."

"Just slap her again and let's get on with business," the man said.

"Care to do the honors?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"Of course. Kids need to learn their lesson, after all."

Sora had a dark look in his eye that put Hitori on edge.

"Fine," the other man sighed. He strode toward her and raised his fist.

Smack.

Hitori hit the ground hard. His punch felt like it had been a bat instead of a hand. The pain was so bad, she could barely move.

"Get out of here before I hit you again!" Sora snapped.

"We're wasting time, here," the other man said.