{THIRD PERSON POV} I'm so sorry for all the POV switches T^T
*Authors note: I'm sorry the format changed, I am currently retyping this on my computer due to difficulties with my phone. My phone is broken, so I can't do anything on it, thus forcing me to type here. So, in any case, if the asterisks (*) that are supposed to be in the middle seem shifted, or if the positioning seems off, please sonnet mind it!I'm sorry for the inconvenience!*
"Nnngh..." Katsuki groans, his eyes fluttering. Sunlight bursts through his window, hitting his flushed skin, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. He hears birds chirp, using every ounce of energy he has left to open his eyes and get up.
What the fuck happened? As he sits up, his surroundings begin to spin, colour swirling as his head pounds. It feels as though someone is hammering his head. He feels an empty feeling in his stomach, like he hasn't eaten in days; like his stomach is empty.
Oh. No shit, the confused boy thinks to himself. memories come back to him as he says inside his throbbing head, I threw up. Everything. In front of...her.
Katsuki glances over at his alarm clock, the cold, wet towel that was resting on his forehead falling onto his lap. With every movement his head pounds. 5:32pm. Katsuki curses to himself, remembering what previously happened.
"Shit. How could I have been so fucking foolish?!" Katsuki bangs his fist against the wall, his sharp knuckles leaving a dent.
"Why? Why did I blame it on her? Could I have not controlled my anger for A FEW MORE FUCKING MINUTES?! What...what if she saw the fucking blood? And the flowers? Shit I have to go," He tries to hop out of bed, but his knees give up on him as he comes tumbling to the ground. "Dammit! Cheeks probably hates me now...FUCK IT ALL!"
"KATSUKI?! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Katsuki's eyes go wide. The door Burts open as he winces at the loud noise, glaring at this annoyingly persistent mother.
"Why the fuck are you here, old hag?" He coughs, his head still pounding. Mitsuki Bakugou reruns the same soul crushing glare towards her son.
"Because it's my fucking house? Not even a thanks? And DON"T FUCKING SWEAR!" She slaps his head. Katsuki grunts, clearly annoyed. "That fucking hurt! My head is pounding, dammit!"
"Well maybe if you didn't over due yourself like that sweet Uraraka told me you did, maybe then you wouldn't have collapsed! Or, better yet, maybe if you weren't so damn weak, maybe if you were as strong as I push you to be, you wouldn't have fainted like a wuss!"
No matter how many times the fragile boy receives the same harsh words of not being good enough, it still stings. They burn through his angered, boiling skin. The degrading words echoing in his dining ears, frustration and anger and confusion and guilt swirling inside of him. Those lectures, those feelings, they all hurt him the most, more than any current physical pain he is feeling.
"I'm going..." He mumbles, attempting to get up.
"Like hell you are!" His mom pushes him harshly onto his bed. "You have to rest, Katsuki. I may seem like I'm being fucking hard on you now, giving you a load of shit, but I don't want you to get hurt. I know you think you're strong, but there are times you have to put your damn huge ass pride aside and think ahead," She says, grabbing the cloth and moving his bangs out of his face, placing the cloth atop his forehead.
"I know that, you fucking hag," He mumbles softly, turning to one side, his eyebrows tight knit together. "..I know that more than anyone."
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Fanfiction‼️(Read description :3)‼️~NO QUIRK AU~ ~ANGST~ 🌸Uraraka and Bakugou have been childhood friends since elementary. She taught him what it feels like to not be alone. She had shown her kindness and bright smile on his darkest of times, and for that h...
