Make Me Bleed -- Bakugou x Reader

Metal Robots (Part 1)

(Y/n)'s POV

I wrinkled my nose at the time. It was well past my curfew, and I just prayed to those above that no one noticed my absence. Carefully, I navigated through the garden, careful of where I put my feet. If any of the flowers where flatten . . . I paled at the thought. Once I had boosted myself over the fence, I was safe from the possible wrath of my mother. I walked under my window. There was no trellis, like in the movies, but that wasn't really a problem for me. Creating a rope of water, I grabbed on, making sure that every part of my skin was covered. Once secured, I pulled myself up to the sill of my bedroom window.

"Seriously, (Y/n)? I thought you said you would stop these fights." I almost fell out of the window due to my brother confronting me as soon as I landed on the sill. I knew this was coming. if it wasn't tonight, he would have brought it up in the morning. He never approved of me fighting when I could be training to become a hero instead, and ever since he found out, he has tried to convince me to stop. But I want to, no, I need to do this.

"I know, that you are aware that I was clearly lying," I commented as I jumped down to the plush carpet below, the watery rope falling to the yard.

Hitoshi gave me an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands up in my direction. "Listen, (Y/n), this makes no sense! There is no reason for you to enter these fights," he once again attempted to reason with me, but it only fell on deaf ears. If I'm going to be honest, I have selective hearing sometimes. "They are basically illegal, (N/n)."

I turned my back toward my bookshelf, pretending to browse the books that were haphazardly shoved on it. "If they are 'basically illegal,' then that means it is still technically legal." I puffed out my cheeks, picking one of my favorite classics.

"If you are doing this for the money, I am certain that Mother would glad--"

"Oh, would you just shut up!" I shouted, spinning around sharply, book flying out of my hand toward the window. For a minute, I seemed like I had developed his quirk, as he actually listened to me for once. "I can't do that! This family has already done so much for me, you guys took me out of that awful orphanage. I can't let her pay for all of my expenses." With that, I stormed past my brother and went out into the hallway. About halfway down I realized my mistake and turned around sharply. Why the hell did I leave my own room? Hitoshi is the one that should have left. I walked back into the room, ignoring the indigo-haired boy as I got clothes around for tomorrow and for bed.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to get ready for bed." Without waiting for an answer, I started to undress, pulling my shirt over my head. I paused as I heard Hitoshi walk to the door.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Goodnight (Y/n)."

"Yeah, night." And then, I was all alone. It was true. I first entered these fights so that I didn't have to burden my adopted family with financial needs. They had done so much for me already. but now, it had turned into something completely different. I couldn't leave now.

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I groaned at the bright light, burying my head further into my pillow. I must have forgotten to close my window last night. I turned back around, facing the ceiling. There wasn't any use in trying to sleep now; I won't be able too. Picking up my phone, I checked the time. Great, I woke up a whole hour before my alarm. But, I didn't feel like getting up just yet. So I did whatever a normal person would do. I contemplated my previous life decisions, manly focusing on the choice to not close the window.

When the alarm finally went off, I rolled onto the floor, inching my way to my closet. I was too tired to walk, but I had to get ready for the day ahead. Today was important; it was the day of the entrance exam for U.A, and I needed to be as prepared as possible. But that was easier said than done. I could feel an aching soreness throughout my body as I moved to my closet, flinching as I put pressure on one of the bruises on my arm. Hehe . . . maybe I shouldn't have entered the ring last night. Well, it's too late to think about that now.