PRETTY THINGS CAN HURT || katsuki bakugo [ √ ]

°~Prologue~°

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Status: Edited

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(You're Four Years Old Here)

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of a faint clawing sound at my door, a tiny shadow cast under my door from the moonlight that radiated from the window down the hall.

I slid out of bed, shivering as my small, Bare feet hit the frigid wood.

I slid open the door, careful not to wake my mother, unaware she had not returned from her nightly bar adventure, something I would quickly find out.

My cat, Happy, Slid into the room, hid unsheathed claws making a tapping sound as he padded over to my bed, curling up on the pillow; His black, glowing eyes urging me to the bed.

I let out a tiny groan, or as much as my tired being would of allowed of me, and stalked to my bed, my eyes immediately shutting shut again.

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I woke up a couple of hours later to the sound of a door slamming downstairs, the sound of heavy footsteps drunkenly climbing the stairs. It wasn't long before my door creaked open, causing Happy to leap away, climbing his way into my closet. My mother's voice swept through the room. "Why are you awake, (Y/N) dear?"

"Y-you woke me up..." I managed to squeak.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know I'm going back out." She murmured, closing the door with a click. 

I nodded swiftly, pressing my back against my cold bedroom wall, sending shivers down my spine as I shut my eyes, squeezing them shut as the door creaked shut and I was alone again. Happy bounded from the closet and into my tiny, freezing arms, his smooth blue fur rubbing against my skin as he snuggled into my chest, our breathing becoming one as we fell asleep.

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The door to the house opened with a click, and I squeezed into the house. I was silent for a moment, waiting for the yell of my mother, but nothing came. I hopped over the back of the couch, tossing my bag onto the carpet and snatching the television remote. I flicked it on, not caring for the current channel, as I usually channel-surf anyway. I tossed the remote away, not bothering to change the channel away from the news as I stepped into the kitchen, kicking off my shoes and sliding over to the fridge and grabbing
(Favorite Snack), and setting it on the counter before I stared longingly at the cookie jar on top of the fridge, the frilly paint on it beginning to chip.

I snapped my fingers, small petals appearing and shoving the jar over carefully. It didn't take long before it fell over the edge, landing in my arms. I grinned to myself, grabbing four cookies and setting them beside (Favorite Snack).

 I clasped the jar in my tiny hands, the porcelain cold on my palms and fingers. "Today on... We have an inflamed car accident in the Shizuoka Prefecture. Witnesses say the car crashed straight into the telephone pole, splitting the car in half, and catching fire."

"That sounds horrible! Were there any casualties?"

"Yes, the young woman driving the car, (M/N) (L/N) died on impact."

The chipped jar in my hand immediately shattered, my feet moving on their own in a blur as I sped out to the television, tears springing to my eyes as I stared at the wreckage.

 The car had been completely cut in half, the drivers half on its side and engulfed in flames. Without warning, there was a quiet knock at the door, and I froze, my entire being shaking. I nervously made my way to the door, a stream of tears pouring down my tiny, flushed face. I swung the door open, rubbing my eyes and wiping my tears away as I stared at the man before me. He had blonde hair, and giant, fluffy red wings, and dark, solemn eyes.

"Are You (Y/N) (L/N)?"

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Arigato for reading! Now I can finally sleep---

Much Love
~Author~San

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