Out of control (todoroki x midoriya x bakugou x reader)

☆prologue☆

Age: 4

Y/n PoV

I was playing in the local park, rolling in the lushest green grass, enjoying the summer breeze while my father was at work and my mother was watching me with a kind eye, as a continued to play with the fallen leaves from the fault of the strong winds and the daisies scattered across the ground. Picking them up one by one, I heard my mother call out to me.

"Come on y/n, it's time to go home for dad to come home" she said with a soothing, calming voice.

As she said that I pulled my self up and brushed some leaves and invisible dust off my leggings and walked towards my mother. She held her hand out towards me as I reached forward and grabbed onto hers with a tight grip for extra comfort when outside. I was quite a shy kid and didn't really talk to anyone else except my parents of course.

My mother leaned over from the bench and stood up with my strong gripping hand still intertwined with hers, she proceeded to look down at my small form and smile with love and care in her eyes then pull me along with her as I quickly followed behind her.

It was quite a subtle walk with the cool, calm breeze blowing through my hair and my mother's. We walked along the pale pink sakura trees as their petals followed the patten of the wind, flying upwards into the direction of the sky painting it with more bright, gleaming colours.

We reached down to our humble place we called home and opened the door to my father holding his arms wide pulling us both into a warm hug that I never knew I needed on a warm summers day.

"How was your day at work today, the usual crime fighting business?" My mother spoke

"Pretty much the same old usual" my father spoke in a silken voice. Hearing his voice always made me feel calm, but it didn't calm the slowly building headache building up in my head. It felt sharp and pressure full like it was going to blow up my head but proceeded to ignore it and think of it as just a plain, simple headache.

We all walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table and ate our dinner since it was late in the afternoon. We sat and ate until my headache started to get worse, so I got up and went to get a drink of water.

As I drank the water I started to get the urge to vomit. There's was a deep pit in my stomach that just felt like the contents inside were starting to crawl back up, so I ran to the bathroom as my parents started to carry worried and scared expressions.

When I ran it felt like I was going in slow motion as I crashed against the hall walls from losing balance. When I finally made it to the bathroom I hunched over the toilet bowl but then the headache began to worsen as it felt like there were bugs in my head.

My father came into the bathroom and leaned over to me but was pushed back into the wall creating a hole by some invisible force. My headache was getting to the point, it felt like someone was stomping on my head, and as soon as I looked up towards my father his chest exploded.

The pressure in my head was gone, but when I looked up towards my father all I saw was a lifeless corpse with bones sticking out of his chest, including some organs to. I just stood there in horror as I saw my fathers lifeless body and began to scream bloody murder and sob into my knees in the corner.

My mother soon come in and saw my dads bloody, messy, scattered body and screamed. She then proceeded to look at me and the eyes I once saw as 'kind and loving' were filled with fear and hatred. She pointed at me and yelled out.
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"You monster..............THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT"

My mother then walked over to me and hit me and kept on yelling I was a monster. I was traumatised and felt betrayed by my mother because she wasn't the person I thought she was. But worst of all I couldn't get over the fact that I felt like..........

...................................... 'a monster'