The mental scars

The mental scars

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What if Bakugou had a greater reason for being angry all the time? What if his parents weren't so acceptive of their son? Imagine the differences that come from tiny changes of the past. -This is my first story, there will be no ships sorry ships just aren't my thing. WARNING- This story will contain mature language, gore, abuse, and cutting. If you are sensitive to any of these I advise you don't read this. Apart from that, I hope you enjoy the story!
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I'm honestly ashamed of this book. I wrote it some time ago and it just has so many things wrong in it and is overall cringe. I am planning to write a different and better version of this in the near future. And hey, maybe you should follow me to see when it comes out ;) !!!STRONG SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING!!! Midoriya was walking home at around 11pm, after picking up some groceries for his mom. He sighed, knowing he would have to wake up early for school tomorrow. He walked on the small bridge, looking at the bright, full moon. It was a beautiful night. He turned his head facing forward, his eyes locking on the body in front of him. "K-Kacchan?" The ash-blonde whipped his head to where the shorter boy stood, piercing red eyes meeting soft dark green ones. There he was. The loud, brash, cocky Katsuki Bakugo, sitting on the concrete wall of the bridge, with his shoes off and wallet out, ready to jump off and end his life at any moment. . . "You know what, lets make a deal."

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