Pathetic. That is what you are. A waste of space. Useless. You cry out, holding the sides of your head. You really were pathetic. You had moved out of the godforsaken house that was supposed to be your child hood home and into the dorms. You had escaped, at least you thought. He still haunted you. Your captor, your warden, your tormentor; your father.
Bring your father a drink, you can do that, right? You very carefully grab a beer and pop off the top, holding it with two hands, making sure not to spill the "precious liquid". You walk around the corner, only to crash into a looming figure. Your father looked down at his feet, watching as the beer seeped into the already stained rug. "You bitch!" he yelled, his hand coming into contact with your face. Your head whips to side, causing you to fall to the ground. The man then gives you a kick in the ribs, just for good measure, and then mutters something about needing another beer.
You cradled yourself as you got out of bed and into the bathroom. You splash water on your face as you try to calm the panic that has set in. You see the splotches on your face, and the small cut above your eyebrow. That however, was not your father, but your crush.
You raised your fists, ready for the battle. Your quirk, space manipulation, allows you to move particles through the air to form shields and push and pull objects. Your weakness, the cold. It slows the particle movements. However, this match was with Kirishima, so it would be a breeze. Ha! You see Bakugo lazily throw a towel, signaling the start. You immediately blocked, predicting he would rush forward. You felt him hit the barrier, causing you to stumble a bit. You would totally lose in hand to hand combat, considering his quirk, so you knew you had to keep your distance. You push yourself backwards, however you trip on a rock, falling backwards, resulting in you turning to catch yourself and a pair of arms wrapping around you, resulting in just a slight scrape against a rock. He helps me to my feet, and turns me around. "Are you okay?" I nod hesitantly.
"Tis but a scratch." He laughs and lifts his hand, resulting in you flinching and pushing out of his arms.
"(Y/n)?"
"I'm sorry." You say and run.
A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. You wipe the stray tears from your face and wrap a blanket around yourself to hide your scars. You open the door to see Kirishima.
"Hi," you say meekly. He smiles gently, and you move aside to let him in. You both sit on your bed and awkwardly wait.
After a while, Kirishima turns to you and quietly asks why.
"Why what?" You ask, already knowing the response.
"Why did you flinch? You know I would never hit you like that, even while we are training; so why did you flinch?" You stay quiet, not knowing what to say, so Kirishima continues. "I mean, it would be totally unmanly to hurt you, to hurt any woman, like that."
"I can't tell you." Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. He gently grabs your chin and makes eye contact.
"Do you not trust me? I was so worried, and so was Bakugo, believe it or not. I promise you can tell me. I won't hate or judge you, ya know?"
"I don't want your pity," you cut him off harshly. He turns his head, confused. "What do you want to hear?" Your voice gets louder as you get angrier. You know it is pathetic, but you can't help it. "You want to hear how my mom died when I was two? You want to hear how my dad beat the shit out of me everyday until I moved here? You want to see all the scars? Do you want to know the fear I feel even hearing someone say my name harshly? Because I promise you-"
Kirishima cut you off by pressing his lips to yours quickly. You gasp, and he pulls away, cradling you in his arms, rocking you like a child. "I'm sorry I pushed you. It was wrong. Whatever I can do to help, I will do it. I promise. I need you to stay strong, because you are so strong! We will tell Aizawa so he can help ensure that bastard never comes within 100 feet of you ever again."
You burrow yourself further into him, calming down while listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Okay."
