k. bakugou oneshots

🥀must've been the wind🥀

⚠️CONTAINS HINTS OF ABUSE OR STRAIGHT UP ABUSE. CHILD ABUSE⚠️

Bakugou heard a noise coming from the apartment above his. It sounded like glass shattering and crying. At first he thought he was dreaming, I mean what could be going on up there? It didn't sound like a party, there was no music, maybe it was a love they were playing and just had the tv loud.

Then sobs got a bit louder and he found himself annoyed and worried. Annoyed they were interrupting his sleep, but worried that someone might be hurt.

You on the other hand cowered in the corner of the room, the glass bottle missing your head by centimeters, some debris hitting your face. Then your dad lunged at you and grabbed you by the neck.

He held you up inches off the floor, you squirmed and cried and scratched at his hand. You could feel yourself losing consciousness.

Bakugou took the elevator to the second floor, walked down the hall and knocked on your door. Your father let you go and you fell to the floor gasping for air. You walked to the door and made sure your hoodie covered the bruises on your neck.

You opened the door as much as the chain would let you. "May I help you?" You said barely above a whisper.

"You're being really noisy, what's going on up here?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"The glass and the crying. And I'm a bit worried, are you sure you're alright?"

"I think your ears are playing tricks in you. Thanks for caring sir that's nice of you, but I have to go back in." You said looking behind you, your father was watching angrily, already taking off his belt.

"It must've been the wind sir." You said before shitting the door and turning around to face your father.

Bakugou went back to his room and chewed on his lip whilst thinking. He was scared and worried for you. You seemed so tense and in a rush to close the door. He knew wasn't hallucinating, he knew he heard something.

The cold concrete on his back, he couldn't shake the feeling. He knew something was going on, but he wasn't sure, and he couldn't just barge in. Then he heard more crying and the sound of something hitting the wall.

A deep muffled voice bellowed, but he couldn't make out anything the voice said.

So he went back to check up on you again, just to be 100% sure that you were okay. He didn't know why he was so worried about you. Something about the way you spoke to him gave him chills.

He knocked on your door again and you crawled over there. The entire body in pain from the beating you just received. You pulled yourself up and opened the door, only showing your head. "You again?"

"Look, it's just really unsettling and I'm pretty sure I heard something. And I'm just worried."

"Like I said, I think your ears are playing tricks on you, thanks for caring sir, it's really nice of you, but I have to go. I really wish I could tell you about the noise, but I didn't hear a thing, it must've been the wind."

"Alright." He said walking off.

He had an idea, he grabbed his boombox and went to the roof. Hoping you'd hear this. He sat on the roof and played Lean On Me, just so you would know that you can lean on him.

You faintly heard the music, but recognized it as one of your favorite songs Lean On Me by the Temptations. (I don't listen to the temptations, but my dad did a lot so I could probably sing a bit if I hear one)

You smiled faintly knowing it could only be the boy downstairs, he was the only person who had said more than two words to you.

An hour or two later, a knock came at your door, you dad was asleep so luckily he didn't hear, you popped your head through and smiled softly at the boy.

"I promise I, not playing tricks on you, you're always welcome to come in, im directly under you. You can stay for an hour or two if you ever need a friend. When you're ready we can talk about the noise, but until then. We'll say it must've been the wind."

He said giving you a knowing smile, you heard stirring behind you and quickly shut the door before your dad woke up.

You smiled, you had a friend.

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