SELF/CONTROL (katsuki bakugou x reader)

give me my drugs☆

Unedited ☆ﾟ.*   

a/n: this chapter is very goofy, and i tried to make Katsuki  in character as much as possible, but honestly, i don't know if i'm that good at it. Nobody but the authors of the bnha manga's can truly capture his personality. but anyways, there's also some triggering material at the end, so be cautious

You know when the boy walks in on the girl, and even though she's sick and tired and a wreck, she's still beautiful somehow? Well, that's not what happened when Katsuki Bakugou walked in on me puking up about a litre of my own blood. Okay, I should explain.

It was wednesday, the day after the battle training session and the day after forcing Katsuki to carry me home. You know how most people with Quirks have a drawback when it comes to over-using their quirks? Well, mine was that my immune system weakened substantially. So when a snotty little 7 year old sneezed on my face yesterday at the diner, I knew this would not turn out well. And I was right.

There are some things that are different about people who have quirks; like not having a second joint in their pinky toes. We never get sick, something to do with a better immune system and blood that reacts with virus cells about 20X faster. However, when we did get sick, well it wasn't pretty.

There I was, missing school like two weeks after it had begun because I made the mistake of grossly overusing not only one, but all 4 of my element quirks. Mom still had to work, especially since I wouldn't be able to go in today, so I was home alone and currently weighing the pros and cons of showering.

PROS:

You can wash all the crusty blood from your face and hair so you won't look like a zombie

Warm water

CONS:

You have to get up :(

You're almost done with season 2 of Skins, do you really want to pause now?

I glanced up to Cassie, my favorite character, for guidance.

"Wow, Chris, you smell like shit." She insulted in her own ditzy way. I guess that was a sign enough. I exited from underneath the 10 blankets that I resided under and shivered at the cold air. I began slipping my sweatpants off and -oh shit.

I dry heaved, throwing my hand over my mouth and speed-crawling to the edge of my bed and began vomiting my own blood into a child's beach bucket, and resume.

"Hey shit-face, Aizawa Sensei forced me to bring you homework and HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK!!" Katsuki stumbled back, and I wondered what this must have looked like. Me, puking at least a litre of blood, half-naked.

I wiped the blood on the back of my hand, and turn to the boy.

"Great, you've already seen my top half naked and now you've seen my bottom half too. Why don't I just strip for chrissakes?" I was too sluggish and out of it to really care about how his cheeks were more red than usual.

"Well if you're offering." HE began with a smirk, and I didn't let him get any farther, using my quirk to slam the door shut, followed by a shout. Something like ungrateful bitch? Who knew. It was a mistake using my quirk though, coughing a bit more blood into my hands. The syrup-like crimson liquid dripped from my hands into the bucket, and I wiped the rest on my already dirty sweatshirt.

I slipped on a pair of sweatpants and (with great effort) finally made my way to the door, opening it to find a very disgruntled Katsuki glaring at me.

"I'm too sick for this." I complained, stumbling past him.

"Why were you fucking vomiting blood?" He asked, without even a twinge of worry. If anything, he was just disgustedly curious. He hated your guts, and I knew that. Why would he care.

"My body is trying to force the virus out and it's supplying me with more healthy blood, so I puke out all the infected blood WOAH!" I explain, but end up tripping on a sock and face planting into the hallway floor. It didn't hurt, but I let out a whiny moan anyways. "Why me?" I cry out silently, before deciding the coolness of the floor was actually quite nice.

"Are you just gonna fucking lay there or what?" HE asked annoyedly and I rolled over onto my back so I was facing him.

"You look like shit." He observed, staring down at me.

"Thanks captain obvious." I reply snidely, glaring at him. "Did you just break into my house to insult me or are you going to get me my drugs?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, still glaring up at him.

"First off, I didn't fucking break into your house, you keep your key in the plant on the window sill which is really fucking stupid and I hope that someday a murderer breaks into your house using your key just to show you how fucking stupid it is to keep a key there, and secondly, what the fuck do you mean by drugs?" He ranted, looking at me like I was a martian or something

"You know, that's not very nice. And like, tylenol, advil, ibuprofen, that shit." I explain, waving my arms around and accidentally hitting myself in the face, still laying on the floor.

"Only weak non-quirk scum use pain killers. And I was forced to bring you the classwork you missed today by Sensei Aizawa, I already said that you deaf dumb fucking shitbag." He put the papers down in my room as I began to drag myself to the kitchen, where the drugs were. I literally was dragging my body, like a girl in a horror movie.

"Where are you going? Stand up, you look like a fucking baby." He insulted once more, and I swiveled my head to glare at him. I lifted my right leg up, and with the small amount of power I had, I jabbed my foot out at his shin.

"OW YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He growled as I continued crawling to the kitchen. So close...

"Get back here you fucking insolent shit bag!" He shouted, grabbing my feet and beginning to drag me backwards.

"NOOOOOOO MY DRUGS!" I sobbed, now in a complete state of delirium. I needed sleep or pain killers quick, or I was going to faint.

"What Is going on here?!" My mom shouted as the entered the house, dropping her shopping bags.

"MOOOOOM HE WON'T LET ME HAVE MY DRUUUUUGS!" I whined, scratching the floor, trying to crawl. Bakugou dropped my legs, and realized how bad the situation must have looked. Me, all bloody and crying, trying to crawl away from him as he dragged me away, screaming profanities at me.

"Hi, er, Miss (L/N), I'm in (Y/N)'s class and I was here to deliver her stupid homework and she started freaking out." He explained and my mom looked to me for confirmation, but I didn't move. In fact, I had fainted.

(3rd POV)

(Y/N)'s mom had forced Katsuki to stay for tea as a thanks. He initially refused but (Y/N)'s mom was a scary woman. He had helped carry (Y/N) back into her bed, where she slept peacefully. It was quite a sight, a girl covered smeared in her own blood, sleeping so peacefully.

"So, are you (Y/N)'s friend?" Her mom asked, eyeing Katsuki from across the table as she calmly sipped her green tea. Her Japanese was bad, but it was understandable, and Katsuki's english was the same.

"No, I hate the bi-" He began to rant, before remembering who he was talking to. He slowly turned to her mom, who didn't look any less calm than before.

"It's okay. Ever since what happened last year, and then her father leaving, she's been quite the difficult girl." Her mom stared into the tea solemnly. Katsuki began to get a little pissed off. He didn't even want to come, and now he was getting roped into her whole back story.

"What happened last year?" What could he say, it piqued his interest.

"Oh, I assumed the teachers would have made you aware of it. Well-" She was cut off by an inhuman scream from (Y/N)'s room.

"LET ME GO!!!!" The scream was so pained, so scared, that (Y/N)'s mom shot from her chair, Katsuki trailing shortly behind. She burst into her room, where (Y/N) sobbed, catching her breathe.

"I couldn't say no mom, it was my fault, all my fault. I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone." (Y/N) was rocking back and forth, sobbing, and her mom just stroked her blood matted hair. When (Y/N) Keeled over the bucket and began to puke again, that's when Katsuki ran. 

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