Bakugou's Quiet Little (Bakugou X Little Reader)

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TW ABUSE, ANXIETY ATTACK, SLIGHT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

2nd P.O.V

You were laying in bed, feeling sore. What time it's it? Morning or night? You couldn't tell, your room had no windows. It had nothing but an old mattress on the floor you called a bed. You were only what ten? But your body hurt so much. You were covered in big dark bruises that your father gave you yesterday. Was it yesterday or maybe the day before? Either way, your father left the house that day so he should be gone for a few days. All you had to do was avoid your mother and you could let your body heal while your father was gone. He has never used his quirk on you thankfully or else you may be dead. Would that be a bad thing to be dead when life feels worse than you could ever imagine death to be?

"(Y/N)! Get your ass in here now!" You hear your mother call from the living room. You get up and head there when she hears your footsteps behind her, she continues to yell, "Took you long enough! Now I left my lighter in the kitchen, mommy needs a cig so go get it and be useful!" You do as you're told and when you come back, you hold it over her shoulder from behind. You would get hit if you stood in front of her. She grabs it and waves you back to your room. As you walk past the front door to get back to your room, it slams open and your father walks in.

"(Y/N)! So nice of you to be right here we can start your 'training' immediately." Before you can register fear at the fact your father is home, you crumpled to the floor holding your stomach. Your father hit you what felt like almost full force in your abdomen. Your father grabs a hand full of your long matted hair and pulls you to your feet. Your eyes are blurred by tears but you can tell he is using his quirk. You watch through tear-filled eyes as musculus cover your father's arm. You watch him draw back his arm, aiming for your face. You watch him start to swing and close your eyes waiting for impact.

(Y/n) P.O.V

I sit bolt upright from my nightmare. I'm still shaking and crying, finding it hard to breathe. I scramble to grab my phone and video chat Katsuki, hoping he picks up at 2:00 am. I set my phone leaning against my bedside lamp so I can sign using both hands. While the phone is ringing, I pull my knees to my chest, laying my face in between my knees turning myself into a ball. A violent sob racks through my body at the memories of the dream. It felt so real. It almost was my life. My nightmares and my old life are so similar.

"Who the fuck is calling at two in the fucking morning?" I flinch at his harsh tone coming through my phone speaker. "Wait, (Y/n), is that you? Are you okay?" His voice softens and becomes concerned.

I shake my head as I let out another sob, Nightmare.

"Hang on, I'll be right there."

Don't hang up, please.

"I won't, I promise." He moves off camera and I hear clothes rustling. "Have the door unlocked for me, princess. We don't want to wake anyone, Okay?" I nod and on shaky legs, I walk to the door and unlock it and make my way back to my bed. The memories of my parents from both my nightmare and when I was a kid start to swim in my brain, making it hard to know what is reality and what is from nightmares. I curl up into a ball again, trying to hide in the corner of my bed, back to the corner of a wall. More sobs come causing me to shake to the point it hurts. Katsuki's voice comes through the speaker again, "I'm almost there, baby girl. You're okay. I can see your door, I'm going to hang up, now okay?" I nod and pull myself into a tighter ball trying to feel safe.

I hear my door open, close, and lock. I don't look up from my knees but I feel the bed sink right next to me. "Is it okay for me to touch you?" I nod and Katsuki places an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I go from holding my knees to holding him for dear life. Like if I let go, I will go back to that horrible place I once called home. That thought causes more sobs to shake my body. Katsuki holds me and rocks me while humming. Once my sobs turn to hiccups, he pulls away just enough to see my face. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?"