Bakugou's Quiet Little (Bakugou X Little Reader)

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TW PARENTAL ABUSE AND VIOLENCE AND MENTIONS OF DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE AND PANIC ATTACK

(Y/N) P.O.V

My parents are villains; well my father is my mother only stays with him because he provides her with whatever drugs she wants. My father, Muscular, is with my mother because he wanted a strong kid to help him with being a villain. The deal was she could have whatever she wanted for exchange for one kid. I only have my mother's quirk. Actually, I'm almost identical to my mother. Father was pissed.

All my life, if I step out of line, I'm hit. I speak, I'm hit. I enter the room when my mother is high, I'm hit. I hesitate, I'm hit. I even look toward the drugs, I'm hit. I try to look outside, I'm hit.

I don't speak. I don't even remember when I last spoke or even what I sound like. If my father isn't beating me, claiming he is teaching me how to fight, or I'm locked in my room. I sneak out of my room in the middle of the night to get something to eat.

Father has been out of the house for the past few days. He said he was going to do something with a group called The League of Villains. Mother is getting irritated because her drugs are running low so she is turning to Father's alcohol. He is going to beat me for it when he gets home.

There is a knock at the front door, which is weird. Mother calls, "(Y/n), get the damn door now before I make you." In other words, she will beat me. She is probably too wasted or high to realize that this is abnormal. I leave my room and head to the front door avoiding my mother's glare. Opening the door, my breath catches in my throat causing time to freeze. It's the police and a few people I assume are heroes. Father must have been caught. I let out my breath letting time resume.

The police officer in the front asks, "Excuse me, young lady, but is this the house of Muscular?" I nod my head yes and he continues, "We advise you to step aside and let us in peacefully." Out of fear and habit, I do as I'm told.

Mother looks over and lets out a screech, "YOU DAMN BRAT! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS! YOUR FATHER SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU THE MOMENT HE REALIZED YOU WEREN'T WHAT HE WANTED!" My mother continued to berate me as the police and heroes fought to handcuff her and take her to the police cars outside.

The police told me to step outside while they check the house. Once in better lighting, my bruises and cuts from being beaten must have been visible because a man with long black hair came up to me, "Are you okay?" I shook my head no.

"Is that your mother?"

I nod yes.

"Is Muscular your father?"

I nod yes.

"Did they do this to you?"

I hesitate but nod yes.

"Are you able to speak?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Okay, I'm the pro hero Eraser Head. Can you write?"

I wave my hand sideways to indicate kind of. Eraser Head hand me a small notebook from his pocket along with a pen.

"What's your name?"

(y/n) (y/l)

"How old are you?"

16

"Can you explain your injuries?"

mother and father

"They hit you?"

I nod yes.

"What type of person is your mother?"

drugs

"She does drugs?"

I nod yes.

"Can you tell me about your quirk?"

holding my breath stops time

"Okay, thank you for cooperating."  Eraser Head waves over someone, "Please, go with this man and he will take you to the hospital to have you checked out." I feel hands grab my shoulders. I start shaking and tears start falling. It's getting hard to breathe. My legs feel weak. I hear someone say something about panic, but everything sounds like it's underwater. I see Eraser Head's face in front of mine his eyes are red and his hair is floating. He's making motions with his hands and matching his breathing to it. He gestures for me to follow so I do and slow my breathing to match his.

After I start breathing normally and sound is no longer muffled, Eraser Head speaks, "You okay kid?" I give a shaky nod and he continues, "Alright, how about no one touches you and I walk you to the ambulance?" I give another shaky nod and follow him.

Once in the back of the vehicle, he explains that these men and the doctors are going to need to touch me to check my health. I take a deep breath and give a nod allowing them to touch me. Eraser Head gives me praise for staying calm and helps me stay calm. I felt safe with him. At the hospital, the only time he left my side was when I was told to change into a hospital gown.

After a few nights in the hospital with Eraser Head visiting when he could, I was released. I was told that both my parents were arrested and I was going home with Eraser Head. In the car, Eraser started explaining how my life will go, "My name is Shota Aizawa, so there is no need to refer to me as my hero name, Eraser Head. I have set up my guest room with everything you will need and I will take you clothes shopping tomorrow. I'm a teacher at UA High School; after some therapy, you will be joining my class and be moving into the dorms at school as well. I will also be teaching you sign language and more on writing so you can properly communicate with others until you feel comfortable enough to talk. Your first appointment with the therapist is tomorrow at 4 PM, so we have to be done shopping by then. We start sign language and writing when we get home, so you can communicate with your therapist tomorrow." I nod when I notice him glance at me.

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I've been living with Aizawa for a few weeks and I've become fluent in sign language and writing. My therapist had been a lot of help. Aizawa always comes in near the end of the session to hear what coping mechanisms she is suggesting, so he can help me at home. Today, after explaining I never had a childhood and that I have, what I've learned are called "flashbacks" to when my father would use me as a human punching bag, she suggested something new. Age regression. She explained to me and Aizawa that it's a perfectly healthy coping mechanism and she explains that it's when someone goes into a headspace that is younger than they actually are. She explains that it's a way for me to have a childhood and it helps to reduce stress and anxiety.

After going home and doing our own research, I expressed interest in it. Aizawa told me to make a list of what I wanted and he would look into it. So I did. Pacifier, onesies, sippy cups, coloring books, and colored pencils. Within a week, I had everything and I was regressing to about 3-4 years old any free chance I had. I loved it. It was so fun and relaxing. Aizawa looked after me in my little space, but he wasn't my official caregiver.

With how much my mental and physical health has improved, I was informed that I would be joining class 1-A soon and moving into 1-A dorms as well. I was nervous but excited too. I won't be able to regress as often, but I can handle it. Right?

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