bnha Bakugou x reader

chapter 1

A/n this is gonna be a shit story, lol (I hate myself)

"I love you daddy!" the small (hc) girl said as she ran around her father. "I love you too (nn)!" Her father picked her up and she giggled, but, when she looked up she didn't see her father...instead she saw a tall skinny woman with tan skin and eyes that looked into her (ec) ones, the look she was giving her sent shivers down her spine. The small girl wiggled out of the woman's grasp and backed away from her "wake up you slut!"

(Yn) jolted awake as she felt a cold soft hand brush against her face harshly. "Get ready for school, and be downstairs in ten minutes or your life will be a living hell after school" the tall, tan, woman walked away from her bed and slammed the door behind her.

(Yn) p.o.v

'God I hate her.' I thought as I climbed out of bed. I let out a hiss as my feet touched the cold wooden floor. 'mom must be at work if that snake of a woman could wake me up like this', I walked over to my closet and took my UA uniform off it's hanger. I quickly undressed myself and put it on.

As I stepped into the skirt I saw the cuts and bruises on my thighs, some cuts were from myself but most were from her. I sighed remembering what the woman downstairs loved putting me through every day. I had gotten used to the pain by now, since it had been happening for about five years, it was no surprise to me that she had become more and more violent as time went by.

I put on the tall socks that went with the uniform and I was satisfied to see that they covered my stepmother's idea of fun. I looked in my vanity mirror and noticed a red hand mark had disturbed my (sc) skin.

I frowned and took out some makeup, the foundation covered the mark and the bruises she had left when she shoved me into the walls of my house last night, I lied to my mother saying I ran into the wall and that she had nothing to worry about. I hate lying to my mother, she didn't deserve it, she just works so hard to support me.

I finished brushing my teeth, hair, and putting on the makeup. I sighed knowing breakfast was only something I experienced when my mother was home. I opened my door and peered out at the white walls off the hallway, they would be empty if it weren't for the endless pictures of my mother, my stepmother, and I. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I looked at their wedding picture. I walked downstairs in a hurry and grabbed my bag.

I glanced towards my stepmother "I hope you get hit by a truck on your way to school." I heard her say as I walked out the door. I closed it behind me and started to walk to school. That woman left a bitter taste in my mouth.

A/n I hope it was decent. Yeet yeet bye