i adore you • bakugou x male oc

01

The white haired boy was only four when his life truly began.

He hated that. He hated that your life only actually began when you're forced into the spotlight because of trauma.

"Keiji!" the boy whined, a pout on his face as his brother laughed down at him. The older boy was holding Hachirou's stuffed dragon over his head, succumbing to giggling fits as he watched the small one jump in an attempt to reach it.

"Come on, Hachi," he teased with a laugh, holing the toy higher. "Keep trying, come on." Keiji sighed as the four year old gave up and stomped over to the corner.

Hachirou looked up at his brother with an angry huff, a wooden sphere forming around him an attempt at the silent treatment. The older boy laughed, but that slowly dropped into an almost sad glower when he heard the door shut behind his father as the man left the house.

He crouched next to the wooden shelter, his mood dropping even more when he heard the sniffles from inside of it. Keiji knocked gently on it, and it cascaded back into the little boy's fingers.

The child hugged the taller boy, his sniffles not yet subsiding. "You seem icky," Hachirou whispered, his vocabulary not very impressive for his age. His sniffles turned into screams as he felt an immense pain in his right hand.

He looked down and was instantly nauseous when he saw his hand on the floor, bone sticking out from his wrist and blood pouring onto the wooden surface. The boy looked at his brother, a terrified look in his eyes when he saw the boy had activated his quirk.

Keiji was standing above him, his fingers formed into sharp blades, one of them dripping blood. Hachirou wasn't even thinking as he looked back to his empty wrist and saw wood beginning to form what looked like a hand.

Footsteps started pounding through the house as the other six brothers ran downstairs, alarmed by their youngest brother's screaming. When they saw Keiji's quirk and the hand on the floor, all of them immediately saw red. Genkei was sensible enough to call the police as Daiki and Chikao pinned the boy to the ground. Keiji went down with no resistance, not responding to anything.

Hachirou stared at the boy who he loved so much, who would never say no to playing hero with him. The boy who made sure Hachirou was never alone when he had nightmares. His brother.

He stared at the police car that took Keiji when he and his other brothers sat in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

He stared at the toy dragon that had blood on it and so many memories held inside.

He stared at that same toy eleven years later, sitting in the same corner that the event had happened. Hachirou never understood why Keiji did that, but then again, everything that happened in his family was strange. There was nothing he understood.

He knew better than to waste his time on the family logic he'll never learn. He instead focused on everything he could learn to help his future as a hero. Even if that meant waiting at the bus stop for Sero for half an hour.

Hachirou exited his house, smiling slightly in a goodbye to his father. Today was the first day he would be attending UA High, and he was shaking because of it. Partially in excitement but mainly in fear.

The white haired boy had gotten in by recommendation, so he knew no one that he would be going to school with. Besides his childhood best friend, Hanta Sero, or as he called him, Tapeboy. He took a seat at the bus stop, surprised when his friend sat down only seconds later.

"You ready for the first day of the rest of our lives, Hachirou?" the boy grinned, leaning his elbow on the boy's shoulder. Hachirou couldn't help but smile back, nodding his head softly.

It seemed like only seconds later when they exited the bus and started walking through the hallways of their new school. "Sero, do you even know where you're going?" the boy laughed, watching his friend march around with a determined look on his face.

"Nope— wait maybe I do!" he said excitedly, pointing at the door that had 1A on it. Hachirou pulled on the glove on his right hand before pulling open the door, stepping aside to let Sero walk in first. He scanned the room as discretely as he could, confirming that he knew no one in the class.

He looked to his friend, seeing the boy trying to almost fold into himself. Sero never did good at first interactions, but Hachirou was completely willing to do the introductions himself. A red head walked up to the two, smiling brightly before even a word had been said.

"Hey! I'm Kirishima! Have we met before? You seem oddly familiar," the boy chuckled, tilting his head slightly. Hachirou smiled to himself at how adorable the action was, making a note to himself to befriend him.

"No, I don't believe we have," he replied, smiling back in return. "I've been told I just have one of those faces, so that might be the issue. Anyway, this is—"

"It's the Hand Kid, of course you fucking know him, shark teeth. How stupid are you?"

Hachirou followed the voice and was greeted with an angry ash blonde boy, his face all scrunched up in fury and his feet resting on the desk. He seemed like the perfect person to piss off. "Wow, I'll take a guess and say that you're a feisty one, huh?"

That just enraged the boy even more. "Shut the fuck up, Pinocchio, I'll beat your ass!" he screamed. Before Hachirou could respond, he felt slight vibrations approaching the classroom and went to his seat.

A few seconds later, a man announced himself as Shouta Aizawa, their homeroom teacher. He instructed them to put on their gym suits and go out to the field.