★Bakugou One Shots «Book 1»

💥❌★The Poem

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

Tw - mention of abuse, sexual and physical, rape, suicide, cutting, overdosing??

Ship - Dunno??

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Bakugou's pov

"Right, everyone has done their poems.. correct?" Sensei asks and everyone hums in agreement.

"Ooh ooh! Can I start!" Dunce Face exclaims and Sensei sighs with a nod.

"Go ahead" he says with a sigh and Pikachu starts to read his poem from the front of the class.

Everyone laughs at how dumb it is but I roll my eyes and click my tongue.

"Alright, Bakugou, you go next!" Sensei says noticing my look of displeasure.

"Whatever" I grumble grabbing my blue note book and wandering to the front of the class.

"Start when you're ready" Sensei says and I hum.

"He was four when it all started,
He was four when his parents used to yell and scream at eachother,
He was four when people started to use him for his quirk,
He was four..
He was five when he first wanted to die,
He was five when school got worse and worse for him,
He as five when his parents became verbally abusive,
He was only five..
He was six when his father started it,
He was six when he was used for his body,
He was six when his mother started to get violent,
He was six..
He was seven when the sexual assaults and abuse became normal to him,
He was seven when he first shot up a high to forget his problems,
He was seven when he was found in the park after having a seizure,
He was seven.." I read looking around at the class as I take in deep breaths.

All of these words, all of these lines being apart of my story.

"He was eight when he first tried to die,
He was eight when his best friend tried to take his own life,
He was eight when his mother sent him to hospital,
He was eight..
He was nine when the policed kicked down his door,
He was nine when both of his parents were shot dead before his eyes,
He was nine when he was put in to care,
He was nine..
He was ten when started therapy,
He was ten when his actions began to be monitored every second of every day,
He was ten when he was hospitalised for his addiction,
He was ten..
He was eleven when his recovery started,
He was eleven when he started to get placed in to different homes,
He was eleven when he was afraid of messing up and getting hit,
He was eleven..
He was twelve when he found his forever home,
He was twelve when two men finally adopted him after being with 27+ families,
He was twelve when he finally felt safe,
He was twelve..
He was thirteen when his papa first yelled at him for getting drunk,
He was thirteen when he relapsed,
He was thirteen when his scarred skin was cut once again,
He was thirteen,
He was fourteen when he found himself running for his life,
He was fourteen when he was gang raped in an alley on his way home from his part time job,
He was fourteen when the police spent hours questioning him,
He was fourteen..
He was fifteen when the flashbacks got worse,
He was fifteen when his heart stopped beating for the eighth time in his life,
He was fifteen when his stomach was pumped and the doctors saved his life,
He was fifteen..
He was sixteen when he finally got in to his dream school,
He was sixteen when he started to feel accepted,
He was sixteen when he was beaten for being gay,
He was just sixteen..

This is a story about a boy and that boy is me.." I conclude looking up at the class.

"Wow.. that was.. wow" Kirishima says with wide eyes.

"D-did all that really happen to you?" Mina asks and I hum.

"There's more.. so much more to me than you'll ever believe" I say before turning to Sensei. I softly smile. "But my dad's have helped a lot.. I'm in anger management therapy and other types to help with my addiction and the depression I suffer with" I explain and they all smile so widely.

"I'm proud kid" Shota says resting his hand on my head.

"Thanks.." I mumble quietly.

"H-how-.. do you deal with all that?" Midoriya asks and I shrug.

"At first I didn't.. I would get my drug fix from my parents and other people around school, I would do dumb things and I've had many run ins with the pro hero's.. I was almost arrested because of what I did whilst I was high" I say dumbing it down so everyone can understand.

"So who do you live with now?" Kirishima asks and I shrug.

"Mic, Aizawa and their two other kids" I say rubbing my wrists.

"You okay kid?" Sensei asks and I hum.

"Just the bandages irritating my skin" I say scratching my skin.

"Ay, stop.. let's go get these cleaned and we'll try something else to cover your skin" Shota says and I hum nodding my head and following him out of the class. "You know the rules, Iida you're incharge!" Sensei yells as we leave.

"Of course Sensei!" Iida caps back and then we head to recovery girl's office.

"Thanks dad.." I say softly and he smiles.

"Of course kid.." Shota says with a warm smile. You know, not a creepy one but a soft dad like smile that makes you feel safe and comfortable

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Word count - 975

Heya, I hope you liked this! That poem is 100% mine, I think, I haven't seen it anywhere before anyways. I hope you liked it and sorry if it's not great, I've never been good at poetry.