Don't Let the Spark Die [BNHA Gen 2]

Chapter 2: Explosion Household

A/n: slight trigger warning for mentions of blood and implication of s*lf h*rm. Some people may also be triggered by the mention of death of a baby and fire (idk people's triggers but better safe than sorry)
Bakugo POV
It had been a while since the UA Entrance Exam and all of the kids were anxious to see their results.
"MINI FUCKING BAKUGO!! ITS HERE, GET HERE NOW!!" My dad yelled to me.
"FATHER FUCKING BAKUGO!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!" I yelled back as I was coming down the stairs. I still hadn't told him my name was a pin but I'm assuming he already knew exactly what my name meant. As soon as he saw me, the envelope was shoved into my hands.
"Wanna open it alone or together Kara?" He asked, surprisingly gently. Although dad had softened a lot since I had been in his life and mum left us, he was normally still the hot-headed freak everyone loves. My dad has his soft moments but never that soft.
"Together. Let's do it together." I sighed, tearing open the envelope and watching the disk fall out. A screen with All Might on it popped up in front of us.
"YOUNG BAKUGO!!!"

~After the message from All Might~

"I KNEW YOU WOULD DO IT KARA!!" My dad began to yell, picking me up and swinging me round in joy. After we were both laughing, he put me down and looked at me with a gentle smile on his face. I smiled back as his hand came to softly touch my face.
"She would be proud of you kid. I think she really would be." He whispered. I looked down, a dreaded question on the tip of my tongue. One I had never dared to ask.
"Dad why did.."
"I'll tell you the story Kara. You may have been too young to even remember it." We both sat down on the couch, legs crossed and facing each other. He takes a deep breathe and begins talking. 

"There were lots of doubts about you coming into our lives. You see, just before you were due, your mother got sick. Like really sick. There were hunts for countless medicines and doctors worked night and day to find a diagnosis for what your mother had. In the end, the told us you wouldn't survive and that the bacteria from your mums illness would kill you inside her stomach. We were told that there was a 90% that your poor mother would be giving birth to your corpse. Of course we were horrified. And your mother, she didn't take it well. Her coping mechanisms, unfortunately, resulted in your mum hurting herself. One day, we found her in the bathroom of our hospital ward, her arms pouring blood everywhere. I called the nurse and she was rushed into emergency care as quickly as possible. That day gave me a gut feeling that didn't leave until your mother did. I had a gut feeling that, no matter if you survived or not, this pregnancy was going to tear you guys apart." He paused, tears forming in his eyes. I had never seen my dad, of all people, cry before. 

"It's okay dad." I reached out and grabbed his hand. He wiped his tears and continued.
"Well if we skip a couple of weeks alas, you were born and your mother's sickness had actually been cured. We were overjoyed. But the gut feeling I had still remained with me. As time went on, she began to love you immensely and, even though you were only a baby, I could tell you loved her the same. A few years later, we were then given news that made my heart sink. You were quirkless. Between your mother's illness and her terrible coping mechanisms, something had gone wrong and you were born quirkless. We tried for about 3 years, until you were 7, to do everything we could, talking to hundreds of doctors and therapists. We went to 37 specialists in a year and a half. And we always told you it was necessary. That.."
"That everyone goes to specialist doctors so they can be as strong as I am." I finished for him. "That's why we were always in hospitals and offices?"
"Yes, my firework. Please don't be mad at me for lying. The thing is, I have this memory. You were 5 turning 6 and we were in your bedroom, watching my old sports festival tapes from UA. You were jumping around trying to imitate all the people on the screen, with a huge smile on your face. I can remember you laughing hysterically and managing to say "my quirk is gonna beat all of theirs. It's gonna beat yours too daddy." You ran up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "And you mummy." You turned to your mother and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek too. After that day, there was no way I could tell you that you didn't have a quirk. I just couldn't Kara."
"Is that why mum left? She wanted to leave me behind because I was quirkless. Because I was a disappointment to her."
"Not at all. She didn't want to leave. The doctors made her. They had suggested that maybe the crisis during pregnancy had given you two a lot of emotional baggage and that maybe your body was holding back because of her presence. So she packed her things, kissed us both goodbye, signed the divorce papers and left. That same day, your quirk developed and set our old house on fire. The doctors said that you did that, yes uncontrollably, but because you wanted to get rid of any evidence of your mother. Or at least your body wanted to."
"That's why we have no photos of her? Because I burned the house down? I've never heard of a person, let alone a parent, preventing a quirk."
"Neither has anyone else my dear. Now go relax, my little UA student."

I didn't sleep that night or several nights afterwards. All that replayed in my mind was the heartbreak my dad must've experienced when his own daughter felt the uncontrollable urge to destroy all proof that the love of his life had ever even existed.

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