Beaten And Broken {Todobakudeku}

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In this story, Izuku and Katsuki call each other but their first names. First real start of the story yay! Also, I'm changing Todoroki's story for his scar over his left eye.

Bakugou pov

I "woke up". Really I was just lying on my bed, awake, waiting for the alarm clock to go off.
"Katsuki! Get your fat ass up before I come up there!" The old hag yelled. She was obviously hung over. Like she was every morning.
"Yes Ma'am!" I yelled back.
"And stop fucking yelling you asshole!"
If I was able, I would yell at her. Telling her everything. But the thought of having to sit in a chair for eight hours on a whooped to blood ass scared me.
So I got my uniform on and grabbed my phone and earbuds and left before anyone could catch me.
Once I'd gotten about three blocks away, I turned on my playlist. The first song to come on was my favorite.

(Let me die- Nightcore cover)

I soon realized that I wasn't far from the school I was attending, so I pulled out my earbuds and shut off my phone.
I was in class 1-A. I had noticed a short green headed boy not too far in front of me. Cute little greenete.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?! I would be a waste of his time anyway.
No one should give a fuck about someone like me.
I sped up and walked passed the green haired boy, only to be tapped on the shoulder by him a minute later.
"Mm?" I grunted. I'm such a dickhead!
"Hi, um, I'm Izuku Midoria. And you?" He asked tiredly. He put a smile on his face, wich was obviously fake.
"Why are you faking your smile?" I asked monotonely.
"Hugh?" He asked exaustedly.
"My name is Katsuki Bakugou. Now why the fuck were you faking your smile?" I asked more aggressively this time.
"Lots of reasons." He said. So he's like me. Beaten and broken.
I walked with the greenete to class 1-A. Appearantly, he has the same class. I'm not saying I'm happy but I'm not saying I'm angry about it.
When I walked in, there was one boy who caught my attention. A half n half boy. The left side of his hair was blood red. The right, stormy grey. His right eye was a brownish grey and his left eye was a watery turquoise. Though, in both eyes you could see fear and... anger.
I later learned that the half n half was named Shoto Todoroki.
I don't know what this feeling inside my chest is. It feels the same for both the greenete and the half n half.
Is this... Love?
No, it can't be love. I can't love. I'm just some asshat who is sadly still alive.
If it were up to me, I would've killed myself already. Though I've tried. I tried to hang myself but as soon as I kicked the chair away, my dad busted through the door. He was coming to beat me and when he saw me hanging there, he got me down then gave me a beating I'll never forget. I still have scars from that.
I shuttered.
I don't think I can do this. I don't belong here. I'm the outcast. The extra. The unneeded. The unwanted.
-Lunch-
I was walking to the cafeteria when I got another tap on the shoulder.
"Katsuki, do you think I could sit with you? I don't know anyone else." The small, frail boy said.
"Whatever." Goddamnit. I'm such an ass. I can't be nice to save my own life. Not that I would even want to.
The small greenete followed behind me through the lunch line.
We each got our food and sat in silence. I ate a little and Izuku only played with his food.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You haven't touched your food at all." I pointed out.
"I'm just not hungry."
Every time I looked in his eyes. Every time, I saw fear and distrust.
"I used to be anerexic too." I said.
"I'm not anerexic." He said.
"Whatever. Just don't come crying to me when your stomache's the size of a paintball."
We sat in silence once more. Though it was a comfortable one.
Once we finished in there, we went back to class.
Before, we were able to choose our seating. The caterpillar man had to get a seeting chart ready.
He finally finished with the seating chart. He put Izuku to my right and Todoroki in front of me.
"All right class, now that you have your seatings, you will have to work in groups of four. We will be doing a trust exercise."
The man said as he crawled out of his sleeping bag and stood up.
"Mr. Aizawa sir, how can we trust each other if we don't know each other very well yet?" Round face yelled out from the back of the room.
"Sir, may I answer this question?" Glasses asked. Doing his wierd hand thing.
"Whatever."
"Thank you very much sir!" He turned to pink cheeks. "When you are a pro hero, you often have to work with other pro heros that you do not know. You have to trust these heros to be of help to you or the citizens you are saving."
"Now that Iida has finished," The depressing man sighed, "we can start with groups. You have been put next to three other people. I think you're all old enough to figure it out." He crawled back into his sleeping bag and hid behind his desk.
I knew I'd be with Izuku and icyhot. But who was that red headed boy?
We each moved our desks so we could face each other.
"Hey guys! I'm Kirishima. Eijiou Kirishima." The shark looking boy smiled.
"Katsuki Bakugou." I told them.
"Hi I'm Izuku Midoria." The greenete put on another fake smile. It was a little annoying how he tried so hard to smile, though he knew couldn't.
"Shoto Todoroki." Half n half said. Sighing as he did so. So he's like me and Izuku?
The assignment was to tell a worst memory and talk about it.
I didn't feel too good about doing this. I still don't know if I can trust these three.
"I can go first I guess." Said the shitty haired kid. "When my quirk first manifested, it was late at night and and I went to go get some water. I rubbed my eye with my arm and my arm hardened and cut my eye. That's why I have this scar over my eye. For a long time, I didn't want anything to do with my quirk. But I guess it's what got me to U.A." He said. That wasn't even that bad. That? His worst memory? The lucky bastard got off easy.
I still don't want to share cause my worst memory involves abuse and if I told them, someone would end up calling social services and I'd be murdered by my own parents.
"I'll only say it if you guys can shut your damn mouths about it afterward." I told them. They all nodded. "When I was nine years old, I got a report card and showed my mother. I had a twenty one in English and a seventy in math. My mother beat me with a studded belt for every percentage I didn't have in English. My father whooped me for every percentage I did have in math." I said. I hated talking about it. Every time I did, I just imagined those studs whipping against me. "Then then the old hag didn't feed me for two weeks. I had to find food for myself. Without anyone's help."
"I'm sorry that had to happen to you." Izuku said, giving me a new look of what seemed like realization.
"Who's next?" I asked, discarding the subject.
"I don't really feel like doing it." Izuku said.
"You spoke, you tell your story." I said.
"Fine." He sighed. "I was thirtteen years old. I was in my room, doing my homework and my dad came into the room. He was drunk and mad at me for something I never did. He grabbed my shirt collar and held me up then tossed me to the ground and kicked me repeatedly. My mother ran in crying and begging him to stop. He stopped hurting me because his attention was turned to her.
He smacked her across the face and made her fall to the ground and she was crying and begging him to stop. Saying that I was only a child. He only got angrier. I stood up and tried pulling him away from her so he turned back to me and smacked me the way he did my mother. I kicked him away in self defense but that made him even more hostile. He had a bear bottle in his hand and smashed it against my head and made blood run down my face." He told us. Bawling through most of it.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
"Yeah. Thanks for asking." He sobbed. He was so cute. I couldn't help but feel sad when he told me that awful story.
"I guess that means it's my turn." The half n half sighed.
"I was seven. My father had been 'training me' as he called it. Though what he was really doing was hitting me hoping I would fight back. Though I never did because I knew I could never beat him. But one day I was bruised, hurt and tired of his shit. I decided to fight and froze the bottom half of him with my ice. He got mad and burned off the ice. He took me to the kitchen saying he wanted to 'talk'. He made tea and gave me some. Then he told me that I should never use my quirk on him and that I was a weak, helpless child before he grabbed me and tied me up to a chair. He burned my face using his fire quirk. I was screaming and crying and he just continued to burn my face. He said it was a brand that I could never remove. That I was his son, the soon to be number one. That I could never betray what I was meant to do." He said.
"You guys have been through so much more than I have. I thought my story was bad, but.. you guys have had it so much rougher than a lot of people here." Shitty hair said appalled.
"Just don't go around spreading shit that we're beaten. Just keep your goddamn mouth shut and we'll all be good." I said.
"I won't say a word." He said with his hand over his heart.
"Thank you." Izuku said.
-After school-
I was walking to my "home" when I heard my name called behind me. I turned around to see Izuku and Todoroki.
"What!" I yelled back.
"We wanted to talk to you." Izuku said panting as he caught up to me.
"Why the hell would you want to talk to me?" I asked.
"Well, I think we could all benefit from being around other people who have abusive parents and actually understand what each of us is going through." He said.
"Not to sound like a dickhead, but you guys have one abusive parent." I looked towards Izuku. "You're mother actually loves you and Appearantly took beatings from her own husband for you." I turned to Todoroki. "And I don't know where the fuck your mother is but she doesn't beat you. At least you have siblings that love you," I turned back to Izuku. "I have no one that would even miss me if I disappeared right fucking now." I said on the verge of tears.
Izuku started to cry.
"We would miss you."
Todoroki nodded.
"Damn it! No you wouldn't! I barely fucking met you two today! You wouldn't care if I fucking died in front of you!" I yelled. Tears rolling down my cheeks.
Izuku came up and hugged me. He was so much shorter than me. Todoroki also hugged me.
"Yes we would." The half n half said.
I didn't hug either of them back. I just stood there, taking the moment in, trying to process what just fucking happened.
"Bakugou, I know we only met today. But my siblings don't love me. I know what it feels like to be alone in the world." And that was all he said.
No, none of you give a fuck about me. I could go burn in hell for all you care.
Great fucking first day. 😒

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