Beaten And Broken {Todobakudeku}

5

Bakugou pov
It was three A.M and I was still awake. Usually it was because of insomnia and anxiety. But tonight was different. Tonight i was thinking about what had happened on my way from the school to this shit hole.
I was thinking about Todoroki and Izuku. They told me they cared about me. That's the first time I've ever heard that from someone and I just barely met those two idiots today.
I'm still having this strange feeling in my stomach. It's like a need for something. Something that has to do with those two.
I have no idea what it is. It's something I've never felt before. I want to find out what it is but I don't know how. I hope it goes away but at the same time, I need it. It's like a small but violent creature trying to claw it's way through my body and out into the world to see some sort of light. But after all it's efforts, it has gotten no further than it had started. I fucking hated it. It was annoying as hell and I just wanted it to stop. But at the same time, I feel like it's my fuel for continuing to live.
I threw my blanket off of me and sat upright. I kind of wanted to get a drink but I know what those assholes downstairs will do to me if I go down there.
Though, it's not a crime if you're not stupid enough to get caught.
I decided to leave. I got my uniform, phone, charger, earbuds, wallet and hoodie in my bag and left out the window. Once I got down I started running as fast as I could so no one would catch or notice me before I was too far away. Once I was far enough away, I texted Izuku.

Katsuki - You up?
Izuku - I am now.
Katsuki - Meet me at the convenience store on seventh. Bring a bag of stuff you need including your uniform
Izuku - okay?
Katsuki - I'm going to tell icyhot to come down here to
Izuku - okay, see you in a minute
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing right now.
Katsuki - Icyhot?
Todoroki - yeah?
Katsuki - Meet me and Izuku at the convenience store on seventh. Now. And bring a bag of stuff with your uniform. It might take a while
Todoroki - Why?
Katsuki - I don't fucking know right now, just fucking do it
Todoroki - okay
Shit! Now both of them are coming. Why the fuck am I doing this!? Whatever, I'll just say whatever comes to mind when we meet up.
Time skip
"Hey Katsuki, hey Todoroki." The greenete said tiredly as he rubbed his eyes.
"Hello Midoria. Katsuki." Icyhot greeted us.
"So why did you call us down here Katsuki?" Izuku asked me.
"I don't know. I just..." I grunted.
"You two told me you'd miss me if I left. I still don't believe that's true. I fucking met you not even twenty four hours ago. Then you shit heads hugged me and made me look weak." I said. I turned towards Izuku. "During the trust exercise that human caterpillar made us do, after I told my story, you gave me a look of pity. I don't want you to ever fucking do that again. I'm not some weak ass little kid who needs your pity." I growled at him.
"Katsuki, it wasn't Pity, it was concern." He told me.
"That's not any fucking better. You don't need to worry about me." I said angrily.
"So why did you need us down here?" Todoroki asked.
"I said I don't fucking know you half and half bastard!" I yelled. "I've been thinking, I don't know what about specifically. But what you said earlier, about hanging around others who've been through some of the same shit, I guess you're fucking right." I told Izuku.
"Really?" He asked.
"Did I fucking stutter!?"
"N-no." He cowered.
Shit! I didn't mean to scream at him. He just...
"Sorry Katsuki." He said.
"Forget it." I said.
We hung out there for a while cause none of us wanted to go to our so called "homes".
Finally, it was sunrise. So we got changed and ready in the men's restroom. I had brought a brush and gel. Appearantly they hadn't thought about that so I had to let them use my stuff. It wasn't that bad though. Izuku I don't think ever combs his hair. It's untamed and messy.
Shoto is a different story. He's got a very strict hair style. It's straight down. Like a bowl cut almost. Maybe he punishes the hairs that get out of line. That's a funny thought.
We headed to school in uniform.
Time skip
We're in class listening to our "teacher" talking. He's a very boring man and has a monotone voice. It's calming but angering at the same time. I don't fucking know.
Ding... Ding.... Ding....
The bell rang and it was time to go to lunch. I'm waiting for most everyone to leave before I start towards the door. Appearantly both Izuku and Todoroki do that too.
So we walked to the cafeteria together in silence. Izuku in the middle.
We got our food than sat down in a booth. Todoroki and Izuku on one side and me on the other.
"I swear to fucking god if you don't fucking eat today Izuku I'm going to murder you." I said. He just looked at me with fearful eyes and quickly began eating his food. SHIT! Why is he so fucking easy to upset!? Why am I such an asshat!?
"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I grunted. "You don't really have to eat so much so quickly."
He set down his chopsticks.
"I-its okay. It's my fault anyway." He sulked.
"No it's not." Todoroki tried to comfort him.
He's so hot. They're both soooo hot. Why the fuck am I thinking this!? I just fucking met them! I'd still be a waste of they're time.
Should I tell them? They'd think I'm just a weirdo. Uuughhh! Why's this so difficult!?
"Hey, you guys wanna hang out at the park later?" I asked in a slight change of demeanor.
"Sure" half n half agreed.
"Yeah." The greenete half smiled.
"Central Park. After school we can meet up at the flag pole." Todoroki said.
"Yeah, that'd be fun." Izuku said tiredly.
"Mm" I nodded.
We finished "eating" then went back to class.
The caterpillar was teaching very boring math and I almost fell asleep. Mostly because I haven't slept in a while. It was pissing me off. I hate sleeping cause I have chronic nightmares. Every time I have a dream, it's the same.
Beginning of dream description
My drunken mother dragging me by my shirt collar into her room, strangling me while doing so. Then grabbing an item in her room that would inflict the most pain and repeatedly hitting me with it. She'd do it a number of times before she passes out. I would hobble into the living room and find a knife then try to slice my throat. I puncture the skin but don't finish the job before my father walks up behind me and grabs the knife from my hand and throws it to the floor. He has a whisky bottle in his hand and sets it on the counter. Then he grabbs my arm and leads me to the kitchen and hands me a sharper knife and tells me to do it in front of him so he could "watch the show". I start crying and I'm suddenly on the floor. He keeps telling me to finish it but I don't do it. He walks out of the room and comes back in with a hand gun and gives it to me. He screams at me to shoot myself. He said it was loaded. I held the gun against my head. Consistent tears rolling down my face. I pull the trigger and nothing happens. Just a noise. There was nothing in the gun.
My father takes the gun out of my hands.
"You little shit! You're life ain't that bad to be fucking killing yourself! You ain't half dead yet so don't aim to shoot yourself when you're only eleven goddamn years old!" He yells at me. "I can't take it anymore!" I yell back.
He smacks me across the face.
"What the fuck can't you take anymore you little bastard!?" He screams at me.
"I can't take your shit! Yours or that old hag in the other room! And I'm not eleven! I'm fucking thirtteen!" I yelled at him.
He smacks me across the face once more.
"Don't you use those fucking words you shit!" He yells. He rears his hand back to hit me one more time.
And then I wake up.
End of dream description
I hate thinking of that nightmare. There's always one or two things different every time though. Like the things my mother uses to beat me at the beginning of it.
No matter what it was, I could always feel how much it hurt.
The "worst memory" story I told, that wasn't my worst memory. It was a pretty bad one but not my worst. That nightmare, it actually happened. That was my worst memory. My own goddamn father telling me to shoot and stab myself. And then fucking beating me for doing what he said. I hate it. Every time I think about it I remember what I did later that night. I walked downstairs and tried to go outside to sit on the porch. My father was still awake and was sitting on the couch. When he saw me, he took me and repeatedly hit me. I wasn't able to go to school for three weeks cause I had to heal. It was the worst three weeks of my life.

Hey guys! How's the story so far? Chapter 6 coming soon!