An Introvert and a Hothead (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Chapter 1: Preparation

EDIT: This story has been rewritten, please go to
AntiSocial (Katsuki X Reader)

Real quick just so you know, the bolded quotations are shouted. ~Author

Contains Strong Language and Themes that may be uncomfortable to some readers.

*Age: 4*

You were upstairs in the bathroom, drawing a hot bath, and turned off the nozzle-

“What! Where the fuck is the beer?!” A voice shook the house.

“I couldn’t get any! How do you expect me to buy alcohol if we can bearly buy the necessities? At this rate we won’t be able to buy food next week!”

“You bitch!” A loud slap rang through the house.

“Maybe if you let me work, or actually got a job, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“DON’T BLAME ME FOR THIS!”

“Well who else caused this? If you would stop drinking our money away or found a way to earn some money WE WOULDN’T HAVE THIS PROBLEM!”

BOOM! The vibrations echoed in the ground as your mother was slammed into the wall.

“Mom!” You ran out the room onto the top step of the stairs. Looking down, was the image of your Mom pinned against the wall by your father’s quirk. His glare pierced your soul and you were frozen, feet unwillingly pinned into place.

“I have annnn idea.”

“Don’t touch her!” Dad began to walk up the stairs, his face contorted into a devilish grin.

“If money’s all we need,” he paused hearing Mom stir behind him. “Then I have some friends would LOVE to buy her off us!”

Already halfway up the stairs, Mom again was suddenly thrown down the stairs with a glance from Dad. She lyied there on the ground, motionless, with blood pooling underneath her. You ran and ran down the hall, calling 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“P-please help! My Mom!”

A sudden hand snatching you away from the phone picked you up into the air. Fighting, kicking, and screaming, a hand silenced your cries for help. Blood slowly seeped into your mouth as you bite down upon the force clamping across your face.

“You fucking bitch!” He exclaimed bringing me down the hall, by the stairs, and back into the bathroom.

“Your a fucking parasite, leeching off our money. You are an annoying worthless brat! You’re not worth my time, my friends’ money, or anyone’s love. You’re the reason I killed your Mom; You’re the reason she died that day! You’re the reason, YOU CAUSED ALL OF MY PROBLEMS!

Warm, everything felt warm except your tears flowing from your eyes.

“II-I c-ann’t brea-”

Your face was shoved underwater.

“It’s your fault! It’s your Fault! IT’S ALL YOUR GODDAMN FAULT! NOW STOP FIGHTING YOU BITCH!”

You kicked and screamed, vision slowly blurring. He was too strong. You knew you couldn’t win as a small, weak 4 year old and that he was right. You had killed them. Eventually the struggle felt worthless and you closed your eyes and relaxed, accepting of your fate.

…

Your eyes jutted open, tears wetting your pillow. “Today is not the day I need to deal with this,” you mumbled to yourself. Stretching, you slowly made your way out of bed looking at the clock across the room.

5:30 a.m.

“An hour and a half earlier than I wanted… Great.”

You meandred your way to the bathroom, filling the sink with water and washing your face. You slowly took a cloth and wetted it to wash your body.

After your “bath” you went into the, kitchen avoiding the beer bottles strewn on every surface. Opening the fridge and looking inside you saw no food and only beer,

“No breakfast again today I guess.”

You grabbed a glass of water to fill the empty pit that was your stomach. It wasn’t food but at least it was something. As you drank you searched your surroundings with your eyes. 'Good, he wasn’t home.'

You looked at the time.

“Damn 7:00 already? I better get dressed.” You slipped on a baggy pair of black sweatpants, a long-sleeve turtleneck, and your dirty sneakers. Glancing in the mirror, you thought to yourself,

“Good enough.”

You walked out of the apartment and down the stairs out into the sidewalk. Today was the day; today you were going to take the entrance exam for U.A. and you had to pass.

You wondered as you walked, 'what the exam would be like? Maybe a one on one sort of interview where you showed your quirk? No that would take too long with the thousands of applicants…' You continued to think to yourself until you looked up and noticed. You were here; you were at the gates of U.A. As you walked in your anxiety quickly grew seeing the huge crowds of people. “Just keep your head down and don’t attract attention to yourself Nyoko,” you muttered as you dropped your eyes to the ground.

You felt someone brush against your shoulder.

“Oi, what the fuck was that?”

Your eyes jump up and noticed the boy you just bumped into glaring daggers at you. Sweat beaded down your forehead at the idea of talking to this ball of anger. But before you could really think about what to say, he grabbed you.

“You gonna sit there dumbfounded, or are you gonna fucking apologise.”

“S-sorry,” you mumbled looking down at his shoes.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you~,” he said taunting you.

Something slipped inside, this guy pissed you off. “I said sorry you dumbass.”

“What did you just call me!”

“What you are, a dumbass,” you calmly retorted. 'Wait.. what the fuck am I saying? You looked around to see people looking at the specticle. 'Just what I wanted to do, great, attract the attention of literally everyone in the courtyard.' His grip tightened as he noticed the onlookers as well.

“I said sorry, so let me go,” You said wriggling out of his grip and walking away. The boy stood there dumbfounded and pissed.

“What the fuck are you extras looking at!” He shouted getting all the onlookers to continue their business.

You thought to yourself, 'I just had to walk into that hothead and show off my ‘eloquent’ social skills.' You tried to shake it off, entering the building.

Now was not the time; You needed to focus. The exam starts in 10 minutes.

“I’m ready,” you told yourself.