DISCLAIMER:MHA doesn't belong to me but Horikoshi.
This book will contain sensitive topics like bullying, deprecating thoughts, foul language, what do you expect, it's Bakugou
[DISCONTINUED!!]
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Pain stung harshly at the left side of his face. His cheek to be exact.
Surprise radiates of him in waves, mouth slack and open, eyes wide. That wasn't the only thing that clung to him stubbornly. Fear reared it's ugly head as he stared at the woman in front of him.
Her hand was raised, and his left hand gripped the throbbing cheek.
He was slapped. Slapped by his mother of all people.
Why?
"You don't deserve to be acting like that in front of everyone!" She screeched, her voice like a banshee call, earsplitting in a sense.
A pause as his eyes stayed locked on her form, more specifically the hand. The hand that hadn't lowered yet, like a looming threat.
He expected another hit, and it came, to his left cheek once again, aggravating the stinging spot. It was probably red.
"That was so embarrassing! The fact that I have a liar as a son" she sucks in a breath, "not only that but a quirkless liar!"
Quirkless. That stupid word that controlled his life. Given to him like a death sentence, diagnosed like it was a disease. Treated as glass until now. Until she finally snapped and started hitting him.
"I don't know why you're so ungrateful!" A sharp hit against his skull, he endured it, standing still, unmoving, not talking.
Endure it and they'll go away. Endure it and it'll stop. Endure. Endure. Endure. ENDURE.
"I raised you so much better!" Another slap.
He honestly wished she was ignoring him instead. That would be better than this.
One last smack against his forehead and she summed up her words, "four months, you're only able to leave for school and the restroom, your food will be delivered to you"
"And" she paused, but it wasn't of hesitation, but she was thinking, "you'll write me a 600 word essay on how sorry you are and what you did, due by the end of the week"
That seemed to be his dismissal.
Robotically, he moved to his room, world in a daze. He was in a shock like state.
Why? Why would she start hitting him now?
He knows that some kids get light hits sometimes. That's usually if they're doing something bad. Like a slap against the wrist, or a spanking. But that's for younger kids.
Hell. He knows that Bakugou sometimes gets slapped by his mother. But that's at the back of the head, and she only does it when necessary. To put something through his thick skull usually.
It's not normal to be full on slapped by a parent. Not only once, but five times. He was fearing that it'll continue.
To cling onto meaningless hope.
Why would someone help a quirkless bastard?
When in his room, he slowly closes the door behind him, locking it in the process, and moves towards his bed. Izuku flops down on the covers, head meeting pillow as he tries to comprehend what happened.
The hits from his mother have dulled finally. Usually they wouldn't hurt that bad. Maybe it was because she was his mother? And it was from someone he never expected to hit him? Who knows.
He'll just stop questioning it. Questioning things are bad when it involves his life. It just makes him realize how shitty his life is.
Then the degrading voice comes back once again.
He moves to position himself staring at the ceiling, back against the sheets, and head being cradled by the pillow. Emotions clung to his form desperately. Like disbelief, doubt, and the twinge of fear.
Disbelief for his mother. Not believing that she hit him. She had a good reason right? She must have. She wouldn't just hit him.
Right?
He hated how he couldn't trust his own mother. How did they drift that far?
Doubt was one in same of the disbelief. Not believing it happened but knowing full well that it did. The dull stinging attests to that.
It wasn't just doubt of her actions, but doubting himself. Wondering if he could even make it any longer than this. Wondering if it was better if he took a swa-
Nevermind.
Fear was stemming from his mother. Her actions. Would she do it again? Does she actually love him, or does she hate him? Has she always felt the need to hit him? Was he going to turn into her stress relieval? Just like he was to his peers when he did go to school.
Questions that he'd rather not be answered lingered in his mind. Clouding any other thought process.
How much money did he have saved up? He might be able to just leave now, or get some help and scram. Maybe stay at his friends houses for a few days while he gets the money sorted?
He stood from his position on the bed, moving to his closet and opening it quietly. If he remembered correctly, he had stored away his All Might collection in a few boxes.
Selling this stuff could make for good money. Maybe he could get Minami to help him. Minami is a coworker of his, excellent in online shopping and selling, and the fact that she sells the creations of her quirk.
Her quirk is sculpt. With any sculpting material, she can photocopy anything like a 3-D printer. She does have to make these models all in a program, an expert in 3-D digital art. Comissions are a favorite passtime of her, and working at the cafe.
Enough of that. Maybe he can get the redhead to help him in this.
Hours on time at the cafe will need to be cut back in preparation of school. He doesn't remember if there's a nightshift for the cafe. Suggesting the idea could work, nocturnal people and underground heroes can visit.
Gives him the ability to earn money without the problem of his mother, and helps people in the area.
Suggesting that may work.
He'll just have to get out of the house at any time his mother isn't home. Then when she's sleeping.
Simple. ________________
Published: 17 JULY 24
This part was laying in my drafts for ages, so I may as well get it out and inform my readers that this story will be discontinued. I apologize dearly, but I don't ever know if I'll return to this. The most I'll do is rewrite it, like I'm doing for "As you wish" in the form of "'As you wish' snarls the desperate man."
I wish I could continue working on it as it is, but my old writing was trash and I'd rather separate myself from that than continue to write with the horrible base this had. Don't worry though! I still have quite a few things I've written on here you could visit :)
