Bad Boy(Katsuki Bakugou)

Chapter 5

Reader-Chan's pov

After most people introduce themselves, our teacher Mr. Aizawa comes in. The class was very confused by his appearance. He was wrapped in a sleeping bag for some reason and suddenly dropped to the floor. 

When he finally got out and explained that we need to change. I wasn't really listening if I'm being honest. My eyes kept making way to the boy in front of me. Katsuki bakugou.

I mean, to me he was perfect. Sure he was hotheaded, short temped, bad mouthed, slightly- no actually very disrespectful, and seemed a little obsessed with Midoriya, but he was never going to change. That was the best part. When someone can expressed both sides of themselves and not give a damn what anyone else thinks. 

All I know is, I want to be around this guy. 

I want to be his friend.

Or did I?

~.~

Mr.Aizawa suddenly called my name. We were outside, and I was in my gym clothes, staring at the ground, thinking about how to ask Bakugou to be my friend, and he called on me. 

"Yes..? Mr. Aizawa..?" I ask

"Start paying  attention or I'll expel you, i don't like to repeat myself, I said It's time for your speed test." He said deadly serious, and I gulped, now following the whole time.

I hadn't relied on my quirk that much, I just ran, but because of the training I've been doing, I'm fast, like REALLY fast. Not like super speed fast, but fast enough to come in second. Against 4 people who were all using there quirks.

Then I was watching everyone who was called individually go up and throw a ball as far as they can using there quirks. But which quirk do I use exactly? 

See, I have a total of 5 quirks. Crazy right!? 

My mom had two, and so did my dad, so i inherited there 4 quirks, and got my very own as well. 

Although I wish I hadn't!

Explanation from (y/n) : 

As a kid, growing up with 5 quirks my parents who were the 32nd, and 17th number pro hero's they saw me as there ticket to the top. They wanted me to be the number 1 hero, to surpass all the other hero's and show them who's kid I was.

I was tortured, beaten, trained, and made to be indestructible since I was 3. They fed me poison so it doesn't affect me, they electrocuted me so I can tolerate the pain, they beat me till I was on the brink of death, with only a first aid kit to save myself, so that I can withstand a beating, and learn how to successfully take care of my own wounds, in battle as well. I was cut, from head to toe so that blades don't hurt me! 

As a child, you would think I was being raised by villains, and not hero's. But now, very little can hurt me. In fact, you'd have to have a one in a million kind of quirk to beat me, or train very well. And that's me being humble. 

But you see, these were only my bodies tortures. The only reason no one could see my cuts, scars and bruises is one of my moms quirks. It was like recovery girls, except MUCH stronger. She could bring back someone who was dead, but only if they died within 30 minutes. 

So no it wasn't resurrection, but it also was. 

My other quirks included: 

Dragon- I was able to take on the appearance of a dragon. But with my parents training I was now able to bring my tail, claws, horns, and wings on will, whenever I wanted, and some of the features, I don't have to take on the form of an actual dragon.

I have plasma blasts from my hands, and atomic like acid from my mouth. But when I yell like a dragon, let me just say.... you don't want to know. 

Amplified Recovery- healing to greater extent, where you felt as if you were never hurt. No fatigue, or scars, and able to resurrect the dead within 30 minutes of death. 

Teleportation- able to teleport

Hybrid- able to transform into objects. 

Superhuman- this quirk depends on my will, I might not have as strong a will when I'm fighting for myself, but when fighting of others this quirk can give me the power to become incredibly fast, strong and unfortunately, reckless. I won't think as easily as I would when I'm not using this quirk. 

I've been tortured to try my hardest but my will to save myself got smaller and smaller as not even one person came to save me from the torture of my parents. I've tried and tried. But I find no reason to live, other than protecting others from what I've gone through and saving lives against villains of course. But no reason to save myself. 

There's no one who would fight for me, so why should I be the one to do it?