My Hero Acadamia Short Stories (Volume 1)

Pity Party: Part 10 (Bakugo)

I was sitting at my desk working on an assignment, when I heard my door open and the sound of keys jingling. I turned and saw Bakugo standing there looking like he was about to go somewhere. 

"Come on let's go." He told me and walked over to me. 

"I locked my door for a reason." I told him, and gestured to my work. I had locked it to try and concentrate. Bakugo lifted what I was working on and looked at it. 

"This isn't due until next week, anyway." He told me and grabbed my hand dragging me out of my chair. "Put your shoes on and lets go." He said pointing at my shoes. I started putting them on and grabbed my jacket and purse, before Bakugo had the chance to drag me out of my room.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him, and we started walking. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. 

"I'm taking you to dinner." He told me. 

"Should I have dressed nicer?" I asked and looked at my clothes, I was just wearing jeans and a oversize t-shirt. Although that in itself was a joke, since I was nowhere near confident enough to own any type of nice clothing. 

"No, it's nothing fancy." He told me, and we entered a neighborhood. "It's just my parents."

"Your parents?" I asked and stopped walking. He turned towards me, and gave me a weird look. "Bakugo, I should have dressed nicer." I said and tried walking back towards UA.

"Oh no you don't." He told me, and spun me around and continued to drag me down the street. "You look fine dumb ass, calm down." He told me, and kidnapped me off the sidewalk and up to what I hoped wasn't his house.

But unfortunately it was and he unlocked the door.

"Hag, I'm home!" Bakugo called out into the house, and slipped his shoes off. I slipped mine off as well, and followed Bakugo as he walked into the house further. 

"You brat, how many times do I have to tell you-!" I heard a woman yelling and suddenly she came around a corner with a wooden spoon. But she stopped when she saw me. "Who's this?"

"Mom, this is y/n." He said, and pulled me up closer to him and his mom. "The girl I told you about." Those words, made me worry. How much had he told his mom about me?

"Oh, y/n." His mom said and put the wooden spoon behind her back and held her hand out. "It's so nice to meet you." She said and I shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too." I told her. 

"Where's Dad?" Bakugo asked. 

"He's on his way home right now, he should be here any minute." His mom answered, and she then walked into the kitchen and we both followed her. "I hope you like spicy, y/n."

"Ugh, Mom." Bakugo started to say trying to stop her.

"I've made Katsuki's favorite." His mom continued.

"Mom!" Bakugo said a bit louder.

"What?" She yelled back.

"Y/n's like Lexi." Bakugo said loudly, and his mom froze where she was. She took a breath in, and I could tell she was processing something she probably didn't want to.

"Oh." She said and looked at me. "Sweet heart I'm sorry, would you like me to make you something else? Maybe something a bit healthier?"

"Oh no, that's alright Mrs. Bakugo." I told her. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm still trying to get back into eating."

"Okay, are you sure? I could make you a small salad if you would like." She offered. "I think I have quinoa."

"No Mrs. Bakugo, I promise it's alright." I told her and smiled. "Thank you though. But I can eat what you've made. It smells delicious." 

"Okay." She said and smiled. "But please don't be afraid to ask for something else." She told me and I nodded. "Katsuki, can I talk to you for a moment?" She asked, and I left the kitchen so they could talk.

I walked into the living room and looked at all the pictures on the wall. Meanwhile I could hear bits and pieces of what was happening in the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell me she was anorexic before bringing her over?" His mother yelled at him. "I would have made something better for her! When was the last time she ate something?"

"Relax hag, stop hitting me!" I heard Bakugo argue with her, and I couldn't help but snort quietly to myself. "She ate at lunch. But she just started eating again yesterday."

"And you couldn't have given me any warning? She shouldn't be having spicy foods." His mother argued with him.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that you were making something spicy?" Bakugo shot back at her, and I shook my head and went back to looking at the pictures in the living room. 

There were lots of pictures of Bakugo growing up, however there weren't really any pictures with Bakugo as young as he was in the photo he had shown me of him and his sister. And on top of that, there weren't any photos of his sister.

"You must be y/n." Someone said behind me, and I jumped. I turned around and saw a man with brown hair. It was Bakugo's dad. He held his hand out to me and I shook it. "Katsuki's told me about your condition."

"Yeah." I said. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Bakugo." I told him and he stood next to me and looked at the photos with me. 

"Did Bakugo tell you about Lexi?" He asked me. 

"Lexi is your daughter." I said, and he nodded. "He told me that she died." He nodded again, and looked at the photos. 

"I wish we had taken more photos of her." He told me. "They would have had to been sneaky though."

"She didn't like her picture taken, did she?" I asked him, and he shook his head no. 

"She never said why." He told me, before looking down at me. "Could you tell me why?"

"They're reminders." I told him. I already knew, I was the same way. "Pictures of us when we're sick are the reminders of what we hate most about ourselves. Any reminder of what we hate about ourselves, can be a major trigger. My guess is that Lexi, didn't want you to take pictures and put them out here where whenever you would have company over, they could see what she hated most about herself." I answered him, and he nodded.

"I figured that's what it was." He said. "I always hoped that I was wrong though."

"I'm sorry, I could have worded that better." I told him and looked down.

"No, no." He told me and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's the truth, and I would rather hear the truth from someone who has a like mind as my daughter, than a doctor who's probably hasn't lived it." 

"Oh honey, you're home." Mrs. Bakugo said as she peaked her head out of the kitchen. He went to go say hello to her, Bakugo walked over to me rubbing on the back of his head.

"You okay?" I asked him, and he just grunted. "You were a cute kid." I said and picked up a small picture of Bakugo from when he was kid. "Makes me wonder what happened." I pinched his cheek and he just grabbed my hand and held it. 

"My mom is making you some rice with an egg." He told me, and I flinched. "She doesn't want you to get sick from eating the spicy stuff." 

"Oh." I said. "She didn't need to do that."

"The rice is already made to go with dinner anyway." He told me and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry about it babe."

"Babe?" I asked him, and looked at him. 

"What do you want me to call you something else?" He asked, and I couldn't help but smile.

"No, no." I told him. "I just never thought someone would ever call me that."

"Kids, dinner's ready." Mrs. Bakugo said, and I put the picture of tiny Bakugo back.