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Genre: Angst/Fluff.
K. Bakugo x Abused! Reader.
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I shuffled quickly down the dark streets, clinging to my side. I had run away from my home, where my father was passed out. He's been so abusive, this was my only means of escape.
He's been abusive since my mom died, he blamed it on me. It was a car accident, with us in it. My father wanted me dead, and purposely got us into a wreck while drunk. He was trying to kill me, but killed my mother instead.
He got away with it, too.
He wouldn't let me go and stay with my friends and boyfriend at the dorms of UA, but still allowed me to attend the school.
I turned down an alleyway, I was losing my ability to walk, I was losing a lot of blood. He had gotten mad at me for coming home late, and started screaming at me. He got so angry that he stabbed my side with a shattered bear bottle.
Glass was still stuck in my sides. It hurt. I collapsed in the alleyway.
Tomorrow was a school day, I didn't know what to do. I was going to end up dead anyways, what's the point of trying? At least I finally was going to die, after multiple suicide attempts, I'll finally be gone.
Memories and my father went through my head, and I started shaking at the though. I deserved this though, so it's okay.
I started crying, and my fingers latched onto my hair. I was pulling hard, and rocking back and forth.
"Hello?" someone asked, looking down at me. "What are you doing out here, especially so late?"
Even more panic coursed through my body as I looked up. A man with yellow goggles stared down at me.
It was Eraserhead.
My homeroom teacher.
"L/n? What are you doing out here?! It's almost two am, and you're sitting in an alleyway sobbing!" he said bluntly, concern and confusion washed over his face. He reached out to try and help me, but I pulled into myself in a panic.
He retaliated and stared at me.
"Why aren't you at home?" he asked and I shuddered. He was at my "home" once, when him and All Might made an attempt to convince my father to allow me to stay in the UA dorms.
I inhaled sharply as another pain shot through my side. I could feel glass digging itself deeper into my side.
"Can I help you up?" he asked.
"Just go away." I said harshly, tear threatening to leave my eyes again.
