Bakugo X Reader

Chapter seven

You're pov

I don't remember how long we had been stuck in this position. During it all, we had somehow managed to be sitting on the floor. I pulled away and stood up offering a hand up. He denied my hand up and stood up on his own then shook his head. "Are you forgetting how messed up your hands are?" A slightly embarrassed blush had appeared on my cheeks. I nodded my head as he went back to the emergency kit to grab some burn cream. As he was fixing up my hands he asked me. "So what's your quirk?" He said motioning his head to my wrist.

"Well, it's pigment. The ink on my skin will create whatever I draw. The more pigment I use the longer it lasts which explains the tattoos. But when it runs out as I did with my hands the effect will still be there but my body won't be immune to it." He nodded his head

"So when you were fighting off those bots you were using fire?" You nodded your head. Hesitantly you shook your head.

"Yep" You had looked at the tattoos on your arm. There was only a somewhat deformed water droplet, your wings, and your fist of steal. 'Why was I dumb enough to use fire I could have used literally anything else.' I mentally roll my eyes as Shinso had finished up fixing up your hands. "Thx... for everything.." Shinso showed a small tired smile.

"Anytime" With that, he opened the door and motioned me to follow him. But something had started making my eye burn when I had realized I still had my contact in.

"You can go, I've gotta use the bathroom" Shinso nodded and left the bathroom. You looked in the mirror and noticed that your eye was pink from the contact being in for so long. But the other eye was pink as well just not as bad due to how much crying you've done. When looking in the mirror you had noticed the rest of your appearance. Your hair was noted and a mess, your cheek still a bit swollen, and your clothes were the same as last night, a baggy shirt and a pair of sweats to go with them. Leaning over the sink you had carefully taken out the brown contact out of your eye. But when you leaned into the counter your bruised hip had hit the countertop making you flinch back. Your hand had ghosted where the bruise on your hip had been. You had pulled off your shirt to reveal a couple of faint scars from past events and a purple-blue bruise on your hip. Taking a deep breath you had brought your attention to a scare that had been a lot older compared to the rest of them. The scare was on your right shoulder. It had started at the top of your shoulder all the way to your back shoulder blade. Your fingers ghosted over it before shaking your head and putting on your shirt once more. Before you had walked out you had combed your fingers through your hair trying to tame the mess that was currently sitting on top of your head. With your hair half decent you took a hair tie that had been resting on your wrist and pulled your hair out of your face in a ponytail. When you walked out you saw Shinso on the couch. You went to go sit next to him and explain that you had to go home but Mr. Aizawa had walked into the room. He looked at you before walking over to the couch before motioning you to sit down. You did as you were told and sat somewhat next to Shinso. Hizashi was standing behind the couch. Aizawa took a breath before looking straight at you to continue.

"How much does she drink?" A cold shiver went down your spine at the question.

"N-not often." Your eyes drifted to the wall behind Aizawa. He asked again not believing you.

"Don't lie to me I've seen the house. How much does she drink?" You took a deep breath and swallowing hard.

"I-It depends I could pick up five bottles in the morning or I could pick up up to twenty." Mr. Aizawa nodded at this information. Shinso has tensed and his eyes had shot open once he processed what I just said.

"A week?" Shinso had asked. You shake your head.

"No, a day....I would clean in the mornings and get things picked up before she would wake up and leave the house for the rest of the day..." Shinso dropped his head and looked in his lap. Hizashi just stood there with a sorry expression pleading at Mr. Aizawa. Mr. Aizawa just nodded his head taking this in.

"Your mom is in the hospital right now. I found her passed out in her room." You took a deep breath and nodded your head. "The man that had been there previously was gone. He left no sign of being there but there will be an investigation. I am legally required to report the overuse of alcohol and send your mother to a rehabilitation facility." You started to shake a little in your seat. "Meaning you will have to stay with someone, for the time being, I've already taken care of all that and for the time being you will stay here." Your headshot up at the news a tear had fallen down your cheek as you smiled up at him.

"Thank you" Mr. Aizawa had a small smile on his face before nodding.

"Now all that's left is to go get some of your stuff and bring it here for the time being." You nodded your head as you saw him stand up and head for the door. Shinso nodded his head at you with a small smile as Hizashi had tears in his eyes with a big grin on his face. You follow Mr. Aizawa to the door as you guys start to head on to your home.

The way there was filled with comfortable silence. Drive there was a lot faster than it would have been if you walked. The house was the same from the outside but once we had walked in you had scrunched up your nose at the familiar yet over-welling smell of alcohol. You looked around and saw the living room with all the bottles of liquor on the carpet. You took a deep breath and had walked up the stairs and walked over to your room. The sight before you had made your breath hitch. It wasn't the first time this had happened. You simply had walked over and grabbed your school bag and emptied the few pencils that had been in it. You turned your attention back to the mess in the middle of the room and started throwing clothes inside the bag. Once that bag was stuffed to the brim with clothes you grabbed another bag that had been tucked away under your bed. You started with all my tattooing equipment putting that in first and then all the inks and such you could find. Next, you had grabbed a couple of sketchbooks and put those into the bag and topped off the bag with a stuffed animal that your dad had given you years ago before he had passed away. Next, you had grabbed a duffle bag that had been in your closet and stuffed it with everything you might need. When you were done you looked around the room and smiled sadly at everything that had happened so far. Then a memory flashed in your mind.

*Flashback*

"What did I say about using that dam quirk of yours!?!" She stared at you waiting for an answer. You are 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!" She still had 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?!"

*Flashback over*

You shuddered at the thought when you remembered something. You got into UA. quickly you went over to your bedside table and had found your letter by the looks of it your mother hadn't found it. You put the letter into your duffle bag and walked into the bathroom. You had gone straight to the end drawer. The drawer had been glued shut so your mother couldn't get into it but the drawer had a small crack where you could easily slide in a slip of paper. You took a small pocket knife that had been sitting on the sink counter and you prided open the drawer to find a bit of money. Stuffing it all in your duffle bag you looked around the bathroom to find your concealer and your contacts and put them inside the duffle bag before zipping it all up and carrying all your bags out to the car where Aizawa was patiently waiting. Once he saw you exit the house he walked over and grabbed two of your bags before safely putting them into the back of the car. You put the last bag into the car and softly smile as you drove away from the house.