i am so incredibly sorry to the people who read this before i decided to take it down. i didn't know what i was signing myself up for. school is very overwhelming right now and i had no motivation to write for a solid month!! i chose to take my published chapters down and wait to reupload them when i had 10-20 chapters pre-written and ready to post. in the repost, they most likely have had some minor plot tweaks and inserts, and i may have added other parts before the previous chaps to shine some more light on how y/n and katsuki met and how their relationship has developed.
again, i am sO SORRY!! i will continue writing and push to upload more parts, please bare with me :/ remember: this is an ongoing story, with an unsteady update schedule, for i am a student who slightly cares about their grades.
**TW: drug and alcohol abuse**
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as a kid, y/n l/n lived a happy life. nothing caused a ruckus, both her parents were healthy, and she had an annoying (amazing) older brother of two years named hajime. her family lived in japan for the most of her early years, though she doesn't remember much from that time with the exception of one small blonde-haired boy. katsuki bakugou and y/n were inseparable, or at least that's how she thought of it... she adored him.
they lived on neighboring streets and played together every day. he had some rude friends, they were always down-talking you and degrading you, but you didn't mind. you were only there to hang out with bakugou. he developed an amazing quirk at a young age and was an aspiring hero, he wanted to be just like all might. he had a terrible temper and a dismissive personality, but that didn't bother you. you always heard him speak so terribly about some kid he called 'deku,' but sadly you never met him, so you were unable to understand his frustration.
whenever you went around bakugou with his other friends, he was so... how do you put it... loud? outspoken? rude? it was very confusing for you because whenever it was just you two, he'd invite you into his house and show you his all might figurines (though he never let you touch them). he'd play heroes and villains with you. he was just... softer.
one dry and cold winter night, y/n's father received a business offer to go work in the states. the salary was beyond belief and you guys were young, so it wouldn't affect you and hajime as much if you moved... right?
by the next summer, your family was fully moved into your new home in georgia. it was such a diverse and interesting state: hot summers and freezing winters, with so much to do! the new scenery was gorgeous, it being so different from what you're used to. nothing compared to the bright city lights of atlanta.
what your father didn't know was how short-lived this amazing experience would be. within three years, your father's job performance crash and burned, sending him into a spiral of depression, drugs, and alcohol. emphasis on the alcohol. you couldn't afford to live in the united states anymore after your father lost his job, so your family kept getting deeper and deeper in debt as you were suddenly drowning in nothing but unpaid taxes and overdue house bills.
that's when your mother had had enough. you were 10 when she left, your brother hajime 12. she and your father had been fighting non-stop for years when she finally snapped.
flashback
you woke up with a jolt, wincing a the sound of shattering glass. screams from a heated argument could be heard throughout every corner of the house. you looked over to see your alarm clock reading 6:37 am. you hopped out of bed, slipping on your house shoes, and wrapped a tiny blanket around your small body.
"mommy, why are you yelling? it's so early..." you walked down the tattered steps with a yawn. your mother and father both stopped in their tracks once they saw your frail silhouette.
"oh, baby! good morning. i was just about to go ou-" her sentence was cut short by your fuming dad.
"DON'T EVEN! I MEAN, WE... WE'RE MARRIED!! WE HAVE TWO CHILDREN! FOR FUCKS SAKE, HOW COULD THIS EVEN CROSS YOUR MIND?" your ears rang and your eyes teared up at the ungodly volume of your father's voice. your gaze shifted over to the kitchen as you noticed multiple empty beer and wine bottles, along with some knocked-over pill bottles, small capsules scattered across the tile floor.
"YOU'RE A MESS, HUN! YOU'RE IN SHAMBLES!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS TORTURE ANYMORE!" the loud screeches soon started to fade as you walked down to the kitchen. careful not to step on broken glass, your footsteps were closely monitored by your teary e/c eyes. you suddenly stopped when you saw a pile of packed bags near the door and finally put two and two together.
"mommy, are... are you leaving?" your soft voice cracked as you stood there in hopes her answer wouldn't be what you were thinking.
"baby, i want you to know that i will always love you. i always adored you and your brother, and nothing has changed. i just- i uhm... i've found someone other than your daddy that i love. your daddy and i are getting a divorce and i'm leaving you in his custody. i love you, munchkin. don't you ever forget that."
"yeah, i'd love him too if he was a millionaire who knocked me up." your father so rudely butted in.
"F/N! NOT IN FRONT OF Y/N!" your mother lashes out.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT!! TAKE YOUR BAGS AND YOUR WHORE SELF AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" your father's words shook you to your core. out of habit, you ran up into hajime's room and curled up next to him under his covers.
"hey, n/n. it's okay, it's okay." your brother's trembling hands entrapped you in a warm embrace and rubbed your petite back. your breaths were staggered and your eyes were overflowing with hot tears as your mother left out the door. you could hear your dad throwing glass bottles in outrage, flipping furniture and clearing counters.
flashback end
from that day on, your father blamed you and hajime for everything. your family's debt, your mother leaving, him losing his job, absolutely everything. his alcohol abuse skyrocketed along with his anger issues, sending your family dynamic into a pitfall.
after seven miserable years of living in georgia, your father moved you guys back to japan due to financial issues. it took a while to move everything into your new home, it being as close to your old neighborhood as possible. at this time, you were sixteen.
broken, bruised, and emotionally tortured, this is where y/n's story begins.
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