Instead of going home like you were supposed to, you had walked to a small park. The walk wasn't that long since the park wasn't far from where they had held the entrance exams. Looking around no one seemed to be there. You decided to take a seat on the swing set when you had tried to grab onto the chains holding up the swing. Your hands started to burn from the action making you hiss from the pain. Bringing your hand in front of you. You decided to take a look at them. Slowly you had unwrapped your hands one at a time. You shivered as a small cool breeze had hit your throbbing red hands. Thankfully it looks as if the fire had only burnt the front and backside of your hands. Leaving your fingers untouched by the flames. Not wanting them to get infected you had rapped your hands back up. After fidgeting with the bandage wraps you had finally managed to wrap your hands back up to how they were. Taking in the quiet park only the wind and a few cars here or they're breaking the silence. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. As you pulled it out you noticed it had been an email from the school. You smirked to yourself as you saw your score. You had been placed second tieing with someone named Eijiro Kirishima. Both of us had 74 points. He ended up having 39 Villain points and 35 Rescue points. You smirk at yourself as you look at the difference between your two scores: you ended up having 43 Villain points and 31 Rescue points. You had screenshotted your results making sure to save them. Excited to see that you had done well in the exam. If having burnt hands led to these scores it was well worth it. You turned off your phone, placing it back into your pocket. A heavyweight was placed on your chest at the thought of going home. Taking a deep breath you had looked at your hands once more before deciding to head to a small drug store down the street. Popping your headphones back into your ears you walked to the store with ease listening to your playlist play.
Once you had reached the drug store you had found yourself in the first aid ale. Quickly finding some burn cream and other ointment and extra bandages for your hands. When you exited the store you took your attention to the skyline. The sun was starting to set. Trying to get home before dark you had quickly walked down the streets taking any shortcut that you could. When you had arrived home it had been dark out. Sneaking through the back gate and climbing up the closest tree to your window. Thankfully you had left your window cracked open just big enough to slide your fingers in to open it. When you had fully got into your room you had set your bag full of burn creams and such on top of your bed. Not thinking much of it you had plopped down next to it. But when you had plopped down on the bed your bag had fallen and had hit your metal trash can. The action had made a loud noise, hearing it you sat straight up. Not long after you started to hear loud footsteps coming from the stairs. You looked straight at the floor as your mom ripped open the door. Not daring to look up at her you kept your eyes down. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TODAY?!" She yelled. Knowing that she couldn't know the truth you made up a somewhat convincing lie.
"I-I was at the park training my quirk. When I overused it I-" She slapped you hard on the cheek. No resistance coming from you. Just a tightened jaw.
"What did I say about using that dam quirk of yours!?!" She stared at you waiting for an answer. You not daring to say anything with your gaze on the floor. She harshly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. "HUH? I asked a question!" Her still having a death grip on your cheeks/ jaw.
"N-not to use it." Forcefully she had let go. You had felt your jaw throbbing from the force that she had previously used.
"Exactly, use that stupid quirk of yours again and you will be in a world of hurt." she had spit venom into every word that she had spoken.
"Y-Yes moth-" You were cut off by your mom digging her hand into your hair and harshly throwing you onto the floor. Knowing that there would be bruises in the morning.
"Don't you dare call me mother! Understand?!" All you could do was nod your head before she had walked out of your room slamming the door behind her. You didn't move an inch from where you were until you heard her all the way down the stairs. Lifting yourself up into a sitting position, with your back leaning onto your bed. Drowsiness had slowly kicked in when suddenly you had fallen asleep.
In the morning you had woken up to a sore back and a stiff neck. Not feeling in the best mood you decided to take a warm shower to relax your muscles. When you walked into the bathroom you had remembered your hands. Taking a deep breath you had slowly unwrapped them and had gotten a towel and some disinfectant liquid that you had bought yesterday. Pouring the liquid onto the towel and then slowly dabbing it onto your hand. You had hissed at the stinging but had soon gotten used to the feeling. After you had disinfected your hands you had looked to the shower and sighed at the new challenge. 'How on earth is this gonna work?!' taking a deep breath you slowly turned on the water so there hadn't been much pressure and that the water was somewhat cool not wanting to try the warm water on the tender skin. The shower was cold, slow, and painful. As soon as you were out you had wrapped a towel around yourself making sure that everything had been picked up and out of sight. Quickly making it to your room you had decided to pull out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a baggie gray band shirt. Lastly, you had pulled out a plaid long sleeve button up to tie around your waist, and a pair of black vans. After changing into your clothes you had sat down on your desk chair. Grabbing new bandages for your hands out of the shopping bag that had been laying on the ground by the trash can. Slowly you had put a cream onto the burns before applying the bandages over your hands. When you were done you had looked to your wrist. Where your previous tattoos had disappeared or faded. Your steel tattoo and wings had still been there but the fire tattoo was completely gone. Which explains why your hands have been burnt in the process. Standing up you quickly went to your bedside table to pull out your tattooing kit. You had just enough ink to fill in your steel tattoo. You sighed as you packed up your tattooing kit and carefully put it back into your nightstand drawer. Quietly walking back into the bathroom you had put your hair back into a ponytail with a bit of hair out to cover your eye. Placing another brown-eyed contact into your eye. Before leaving downstairs you had double-checked to make sure that your window was cracked open just in case you had to sneak back into your room again. Thankfully your mother was still asleep by the time you were downstairs. Soon you were out the door and on your way to the closest drug store.
A bit of music can fix any problem. All you have to do is pop in your headphones and play a song of your choice and the music will do the rest. Even with a few bruises and a somewhat swollen cheek your body just seemed to relax as the melody played. The store was a good thirty-minute walk but it just seems to fly by. When you reached the store a rush of cold air was felt. Calming cold air. Looking around the store you didn't seem to find anyone that had looked familiar which is always a good sign. Not having any trouble finding the ink you needed you started to walk to the checkout. When a familiar ash blond-haired boy walked into the store. Regret started sinking in. Trying to hurry and pay for the ink without getting noticed. Well, that was a nice thought.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The ash-blond boy decided to ask.
"Buying ink now if-" You had tried to walk away when he had placed his hand on your shoulder pushing you back a little.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Huh, you think you're better than me?! Why else would you get in between me and that quirkiness Deku?!" at this point he was almost on the edge of screaming. He really is hot-headed.
"I think that I'm (Y/N). I never said I thought I was better than you. And on a different note, he's not quirkless. It was simply the right thing to do. I can't let someone lay a hand on someone else if they didn't.....deserve it." A sudden flashback to last night's events had played in your mind. Taking a deep breath you walked past him ignoring his protests and his long string of curse words that soon followed. The walk home was filled with busy thoughts. Hoping that you'd never make it home.
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Bakugo X Reader
Fanfictioneverything went downhill that day. why did it all happen? It was never your fault so why was she blaming it all on you? This story Is about you and your family, Your father has died and your mother had blamed it all on you. This led her to overdrink...
