An Introvert and a Hothead (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Chapter 4: Reset; Refresh; & Relax

Contains Strong Language that may be uncomfortable to some readers

You jolted up in a cold sweat on the floor. Feeling the crusty dried blood on your face you walked to the bathroom. Or should I say tried. As soon as you took a step you felt your knee collapse under you.

‘Shit.’ Every time you tried to move you felt your bones scrape against each other and your muscles painfully contracting. You slowly reached forward, army crawling slower than a snail to try and reach the bathroom. Each little movement felt like you were being stabbed, over and over again. After what seemed like hours you made it into the bathroom and pulled yourself up in front of the mirror.

The face looking back at yours was barely recognizable. Her neck was bruised in its entirety, dried blood covered her face, and in the side of her head was embedded with glass shards.

‘Well that's what kept me from bleeding to death, I guess.’

Still holding on to the counter, you reached below the sink to grab a dirty, old box. You quickly and efficiently opened the box and began to wash some of the blood off your face. You then slowly pulled out each shard of glass one by one, washing and bandaging each wound as you had done a thousand times before. After this was finished, you popped some pain-relieving pills in your mouth. You found yourself slowly being able to stand and eventually walk.

The floor where you once laid was stained crimson and surrounded by glass shards. You grab a towel and start picking up the glass, being careful not to cut yourself. You changed your clothes and headed out, putting on a loose hoodie.

With the $20 you had, you bought something to make for dinner and some hydrogen peroxide, making sure to hide your bandaged face with your hood. You then followed your normal routine, coming home, making dinner and leaving some out, then going to take a shift at a local cafe for some extra money (and to avoid your father), and coming home.

This continued for weeks, and with your free time would would attempt to remove the blood stain, but it remained. Faded, but it was still there. The same happened with your wounds, your cuts slowly faded into light scars, difficult to see at first glance but still there. Lucky they were extremely close to your hairline on the side of you face, making them difficult to notice.

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Work was hard and long today. You mostly just helped with cleaning the cafe as you didn’t want to talk to people, but today it was packed full of people, making the shift exhausting.

On your way home you picked up the mail and noticed a big envelope from U.A.

‘Oh my God!’

You snuck into the apartment, past your past-out dad on the couch and into your room. Closing the door, you squealed in excitement and opened it on the floor.

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I’m too lazy to type what it actually said. ~Author

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‘I’m in! I’m fucking in!’ You quickly filled out all of the paperwork then went to bed, dreaming of the future.

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