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Warnings: Mentioned Abuse, Bad Parenting, Gas Lighting, Victom Blaming, Understating Abuse, Quirk Abuse, Demeaning Behaviour, Panick Attacks
Chapter One
Katsuki can’t understand what is happening or why he is here. How did things go so terribly wrong? He restrains himself from tapping his toes, and instead glances over at Harumi. His girlfriend sits there in a chair that looks just like his, bored out of her mind. She turns to look his way, winking before looking away again. How is he supposed to react to that? They are sitting in one of the official offices of UA for family meetings, Aizawa-Sensei and Harumi’s homeroom teacher (He never bothered remembering the extra’s name) are watching them from the other side of the long desk as they wait for their students' parents to show up. Katsuki looks down at his nails nervously. Why are UA teachers getting involved in student relationships? Didn’t Aizawa-Sensei specifically say that he wouldn’t be getting involved in their relationships; and why does he look so…sad? The door opens and Harumi’s mother, Himochi-san walks into the room, Katsuki’s eyes follow her movements and she takes the chair to the right of Harumi. She looks troubled. Harumi glares at her, then scoffs. She turns her head back to him, blowing a kiss. Both teachers clear their throats in a disapproving manner. She smirks, letting out a puff of air in her amusement before inspecting her own nails. Katsuki goes back to looking at the floor while clenching his fists. A few more awkward minutes pass and all Katsuki can think is ‘why why why?’ The clock ticks steadily. The questions in his head line up with the clock. Suddenly, he hears a set of loud footsteps stomping down the hall towards the room he was currently in. He freezes slightly as he hears his mom get closer to the door. It bursts open, causing Himochi-san to jump in her seat. He can hear it as Harumi scoffs in disgust. He can’t help the cold feeling that crawls down his spine at Harumi’s displeasure, but he doesn’t show it either. His mom tries to slam the door behind her, his dad catching it gently instead, closing the door without a sound.
“What is the meaning of all this!?” His mom yells. Katsuki’s eyes follow his mom as she marches in, his dad meekly shuffling in behind her. “Why have you called my husband and I away from work!? What did the brat do this time!?” She demands while his dad sits to his left.
“I didn’t do shit, you Old Hag!” Himochi-san shakes her head slightly, used to his vulgar language by now, but still disapproving.
“If you didn’t, your father and I wouldn’t have been pulled away from work, now would we?” She seethes.
“If you would take a seat, I’d be happy to get into the reason for calling you all here today.” Aizawa announces dryly. Katsuki’s mom scoffs before seating herself in the last chair, to Katsuki’s right, placing herself in between Katsuki and Harumi. Once everyone settles, Harumi’s teacher shuffles some papers, she opens and closes her mouth. Aizawa cuts right to the chase. “It has come to our attention that the relationship between Bakugo-kun and Himochi-kun has gotten horrendously abusive-” and the room explodes. Himochi-san and his dad gasps in horror while Harumi starts chuckling under her breath.
“HAAAAH!?” Katsuki yells.
“WHAT THE FUCK YOU LITTLE SHIT!?” Katsuki’s mom screams, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head towards the ground. He blindly swats at the hand in his hair. “HOW DARE YOU HIT A LADY LIKE THAT! I ALWAYS TOLD YOU NEVER TO HIT SOMEONE YOU’RE WITH IF YOU'RE ANGRY!”
“I NEVER HIT HER! I NEVER ABUSED HER YOU OLD HAG! GET OFF ME!”
“THAT'S ENOUGH!” AIzawa-Sensei howls, activating his quirk, catching everyone’s attention. Katsuki scowled, but didn't yank himself away from his mom either; despite the nails digging deeply into his scalp. Aizawa was clearly pissed and he didn’t feel like getting expelled right now. Aizawa turns his scowl full force onto his mom, she snarls but forcefully shoves his head away from her. His hair floats back down to rest against his shoulders after being released from the death grip keeping it all in the middle of his scalp. “Now, if you would let me talk, I can explain what has been observed. The abuser in this situation would be Himochi-Ku-”
“YOU WEAK LITTLE BITCH! FIRST YOU GET YOURSELF KIDNAPPED IN YOUR FIRST YEAR! NOW YOU LET SOMEONE BEAT YOUR ASS FOR THE FUN OF IT!”
“I DON’T LET HER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT YOU CRAZY OLD HAG! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT!”
“HAH? YOU LYING TO MY FACE?” Katsuki’s mom demands of one stunned and one exasperated teacher. “IS MY JOB SOME KIND OF JOKE TO YOU PART-TIME HEROS!?”
“DON’T TALK TO AIZA-”
“I’VE NEVER HEARD OF QUIRK-RAZER BEFO-”
“ERASERHEAD IS AN UNDERGROU-”
“I COULDN’T CARE LESS WITH THE BULLSHIT YOUR CLASS GOES THROUGH AND THE LIES HE'S SPREADING!” Aizawa-Sensei slams a heavy book against the table. Katsuki and his mom raise unimpressed eyebrows at the tired teacher in tandem. Harumi smirks with clear amusement in her eyes. Harumi’s teacher glares at her and Himochi-san rests a hand on her shoulder.
“There are multiple different forms of abuse, not just hitting and beating.” Aizawa-Sensei drawls in a voice similar to the one he uses during classes. The three Bakugo’s gave startled chuckles, the louder two growing in volume until their laughter is booming in the office. Harumi’s teacher looks beyond confused at this point while Aizawa takes this moment to rub the bridge of his nose and scrubs at his eyes. His exasperation looks different to Katsuki than his normal, this one more…concerned? Maybe? “I assure you this is no laughing matter. The school has gathered enough evidence to enact serious consequences. We’re hoping that by shedding some light on this, we can learn more and hopefully prevent something like this from repeating again.” Harumi laughs, but tries to cover it as a cough.
“We have caught many homework assignments, over half of Himochi-kuns that are actually Bakugo-kuns work. We have found over 14,000,000 yen of accessories, clothes, bags, shoes, receipts and more in Himochi-kun’s dorm-” The parents of both children pale, Himochi-san’s at the thought of how much money she would owe and Katsuki’s parents at the thought of how irresponsible and reckless Katsuki had gotten with his spending over the past year, and the subsequent punishments he’d been receiving with no complaint. “Not to mention, Bakugo-kun has been pulling away from all his classmates, only really being seen with Himochi-kun. His grades in both classes and heroics have been dropping. Most distressingly, last week during Hero Training, it came to my attention that Himochi-Kun had convinced one of her friends to use her quirk on Bakugo-kun which caused him to go into a highly relaxed and calm state that almost killed him.” There’s a long moment of silence and Katsuki can’t help the small flinch at the reminder of that horrible day. This is all his fault.
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Katsuki wakes up to the sound of his alarm going off like he does every school day. His eyes open, and he can’t help the sigh that escapes his lips. He’s always so tired these days. His phone chirps with Harumi’s morning text message. Pushing himself into a sitting position he pulls the phone to himself while unplugging it.
<3Harumi<3: Good morning Suki-chan, don’t forget we’re meeting up early today so you can meet Nodo just like you promised!
Katuki’s eyes squint as he tries to remember that conversation. It doesn’t ring any bells, but that seems to be happening all the time now.
<3Harumi<3: See you in thirty minutes, and don’t be late please, you know how much I hate that <3.
“Fuck!” He yells and jumps out of bed. How could he have forgotten to set an earlier alarm! He runs into his bathroom cursing himself internally. He wouldn’t have time to do his morning stretches now, and he’s always in the worst mood when he doesn’t get the chance. That never used to happen. Even in first year with all that attacks and getting used to living with nineteen idiotic extras. He turns the shower on and grabs his toothbrush before getting in. . The water is too hot, but he doesn’t bother adjusting it. Instead, he grabs his special shampoo to get the nitroglycerin that built up while he was sleeping out of his hair. He hopes someone else made a big pot of coffee because if not he’s going to be completely shit out of luck today. The conditioner is applied next and Katsuki pushes the stream away from him to make sure the conditioner can fully coat and seep into his hair. He really doesn’t want a repeat of when he was seven. Having part of your own hair explode off your head randomly is no fun. His teeth grate as he remembers Deku’s constant questioning of why he was wearing a hat during the hotter months. His body wash went on next. Just as meticulous as everything in this drawn out routine. Thankfully that doesn’t need to sit the same way as his conditioner. It was so much easier to pop off excess nitroglycerin on his body. He cups water from the stream hitting the wall beside him to rinse off the body wash, then turns off the water so he doesn’t need to worry about the conditioner. Next he grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste. Once the toothpaste is on the brush he grabs his bath sponge brushing his teeth vigorously while cleaning off any lingering nitroglycerin on the tiles. His phone dings to let him know fifteen minutes have passed.
“‘UCK!” He shouts, spitting some toothpaste from his mouth with the exclamation. He really doesn’t want to be late. The last time he was late, Harumi got into a screaming match with him that lasted forty-five minutes. He still could have sworn they’d agreed to get there at 6:45 not 6:30; but of course it was meant to be 6:30 who makes plans at quarter past. He spits in the direction of the drain then hangs up the sponge. He taps his foot anxiously as he waits for the conditioner to seep fully. He hates brushing his teeth while in the shower. Hates the feel of dirty, gritty foam coating every inch of the inside of his mouth. The overwhelming sense of spearmint sitting on his tongue. The thick gunk coated with his own saliva. He tries to think of something else for the remaining two minutes so he doesn’t gag. Once his mental count is done he turns the water back on, pointing the spray back on himself, mouth open to rinse out the foul foam, then his hair and finally the tub around him.
He pops out of the shower and dries himself off as quick as he can, not bothering with his hair dryer. He throws his uniform on, grabs his bag and water bottle before bolting down the stairs too impatient to try his luck at the elevator. If there is one thing he learned at UA, it’s that he has no luck whatsoever. Never has and never will. Despite this fact of his life, a fresh pot of coffee finishes brewing just as he gets into the kitchen. No one looks at him as he rushes in, his self-proclaimed quote unquote ‘squad’ was still all asleep and the other extras that were awake didn’t bother themselves with his life (some of the only begrudging respect he can give them). He opens his water bottle, and pours in coffee till it hits about ⅓ full (he is not a heathen and washed the bottle the night before) Caffeine is not the worst thing for his quirk as long as he doesn't have a lot of it. His doctor has told him before that his body doesn’t really need any additional adrenaline than he already gets naturally. After he’s finished with this, he’ll need to fill his water bottle to the top at least three times before even thinking about drinking anything else. With a quick glance at the clock over the stove in the kitchen he screws on the lid. He only has six minutes to get to Harumi’s dorm. He runs for the door in a slightly more graceless way then he usually aims for. There is a time and a place for grace and there is no point in using it if you don’t have to.That’s nothing but a waste of energy. He gets there just in time. He pauses at the door and straightens his uniform a little so as to not embarrass Harumi in front of her classmates (she already tells him how shameful it is for her to be dating someone a year younger and below her) He knocks on the door and it opens to Harumi’s smiling face.
“OMG! Suki-chan!” His skin crawls when the nickname she has for him is spoken aloud. It’s right up there with Kac-chan but worse. He knows not to complain. After all, she’s just showing her love, even if he can hear a chuckle or two as the name is spoken aloud. He bit his cheek to make sure he didn’t blush in shame, before opening his mouth to say hello when she spoke again. “You’re actually here on time! Now that wasn’t so hard, was it Suki-chan right?” The sound of chuckling grows. He snaps his jaw shut, not wanting to make this worse for her by reacting like…himself.
“Morning love.” He manages to squeeze past his lips. She giggles and grabs his tie to pull him in for a kiss. He keeps the panic he feels from the tightening hold on his neck at bay, forcing himself to kiss her back; still trying his best to avoid an argument.
“Why is your hair all wet Suki-chan?” She pulls him into the dorm with her, closing the door behind her. “You make such an ugly drowned rat!” She barks a laugh. “I never thought I would have to add that adjective to that saying before, since it’s always implied, but you really take it to a whole new level! Don’t you think so, Suki-chan?” Katsuki’s face twitches. He raises a hand to his hair, trying to fix it slightly when she leans in to whisper in his ear. “What are you? Some girly boy who's obsessed with his looks?” She smiles, nuzzling into his cheek while shaking her head. “Don’t be like that Suki-chan, it’s embarrassing.” Her lips are tilted into a loving smile. He puts his hand back down without touching his hair.
“Missed you.” He mumbles. She pulls away and rests a hand on his shoulder.
“I know.” She winks at him, before rolling her eyes. “Missed you too, I guess.” She giggles and it pierces his eardrums. He loves that giggle…he really does. “ I am so excited for you to meet my friend!” She drags him further into her class' common room over to one of the couches where another girl was sat. Katsuki has met a lot of Harumi’s friends but this one doesn’t look familiar, perhaps her name will ring a bell? “Suki-chan this is Reiwa Nodoka, Nodo-chan this is Bakugo Katsuki, my cute little Suki-chan.” She giggles, leaning all her weight on him. He shifts slightly, shuffling his own feet. Not because he was uncomfortable, of course not, it was just to balance and support Harumi better. Reiwa bites her lip looking vaguely unsure of what to do. The name doesn’t ring any bells but…he’s never been good with names and he is quite forgetful. He holds out his palm to Reiwa.
“An honor to meet you Reiwa-Senpai.” He adds on the honorific despite not knowing this extra. It’s faster to just do what Harumi expects and wants in these situations. No matter how he explains it, she never seems to understand age isn’t always a qualifier for a ‘senior’ or ‘mentor’, that such a title deserves to be earned. It’s shameful for her if he doesn’t give it out carelessly for those she determines are deserving, like anyone in the year above him. She squeezes his arm affectionately, praising him for complying. The thought is bitter in his brain but he lets it go, he can’t deal with an argument this morning. Reiwa blushes before nodding her head in acknowledgement.
“Bakugo-Senpai.” She responds. He really can’t help the smirk that peeks out of the corner of his mouth. Harumi isn’t pleased however.
“Nodo-chan, please, he’s only a second year.” She whines in an annoyed voice. The shadows of his smirk disappear, Reiwa looks around before leaning forward in her seat.
“Himochi.” She addresses his girlfriend in an unfamiliar manner, contradicting Harumi’s informal ‘Nodo-chan’ nickname. “He’s in the heroic course and has a provisional license.” She stresses. Harumi scoffs.
“Nodo-chan, don’t expand on his ego, it hardly fits through the door as is.” There is a beat of silence while Reiwa and Katsuki didn’t respond, unsure what to say in this situation Harumi groans.
“ANYWAY! Nodo-chan’s quirk is super cool!” Harumi exclaims ignoring the tension in the room…or was he just imagining that? Either way, he knows how to respond to this at least, despite the fact that he couldn’t care less.
“What’s your quirk do Reiwa-Senpai?” He questions. Her eyes tighten but she doesn’t comment on the honorific. He can’t help but sympathize, knowing the feeling of an argument not worth having.
“I can make people calm for a twenty-four hour period. Originally, I applied for the hero course, since my quirk would be ideal to help victims of a villain attack. I never expected to be a high ranking hero, I was hoping to be a sidekick, but perhaps I can try again after graduating. In the meantime, I’ve been taking classes with Recovery Girl and Hound Dog to lea-”
“BORING!” Harumi interrupts. Katsuki thinks of opening his mouth, of mentioning that her intentions are noble.That it’s impressive that she hasn’t given up and continues to improve in other helpful avenues so she doesn’t need to be a sidekick to still help victims. He bites his tongue however, It’s still early in the day and Harumi obviously had somewhere she was going with this conversation. She wouldn’t want to be interrupted. He takes a grounding sip of his coffee not minding the heat. “The part that is cool is the whole calm thing! Don’t you agree Suki-chan?”
“Yes.” He agrees easily, even if what was cool was more complicated than that. At least he was able to voice that he did think she had some potential.
“Also! She agreed to use her quirk on you!” His eyes widen and he snaps his head to look at Harumi. She continues either unaware or uncaring of the horror he feels…unaware obviously, it’s unaware. “Isn’t that so exciting!” Harumi continues. Katsuki turns to look at Reiwa, she still looks a little uncomfortable but nods in agreement all the same. His stomach twists in knots. He’s not sure he likes the idea of some extra he just met using their quirk on him without him understanding how exactly it works. Avoiding arguments never really last for long when it comes to him anyway.
“I don’t know Harumi-” He starts but is quickly talked over.
“Babe-” Harumi’s condescending tone fills his ears. “It’ll just help you be more calm. It’ll only last twenty-four hours.” He thinks it over, the tension he feels is much more noticeable to him because he didn’t stretch his muscles earlier. He didn’t relax them. He’s sure this isn't a good idea.
“I don’t think-”
“I know you don’t.” She snaps harshly. “Despite that, I’d like to experience just one day where you don’t fly off the handle over every little thing.” Her face and voice soften as she pleads. “Baby please, it’s just one day, twenty-four little hours.” Katsuki thinks back to all the complaints his class has made over his temper. To Midnight using her quirk and chaining him to a podium for all of Japan to see. He thinks of the villains who compare themselves to him, his parents' frustration and even Aizawa-Sensei’s occasional world-weary sigh.
“You’re right.” He nods his head a little slowly, then smiles at her. “Of course you are. If you really want me to, then ok.” She squeals in delight before hugging him.
“Awe!! I just knew you really love me! You’re the best Suki-chan!” He nods again, runs his tongue over his front teeth, trying not to be nervous. He does love Harumi, and realistically, what’s the worst that could happen? Reiwa stands up to join Harumi and himself.
“Ok, so I just need to hold your hand for five minutes to-”
“Don’t get any ideas Suki-chan.” Harumi warns.
“This whole thing is your idea.”
“Shut the fuck up Suki-chan, you know this is for the best. I was only saying not to forget who your girlfriend is.”
“I won’t, Harumi, you’re the only one for me. I promise.” She smiles and Reiwa clears her throat.
“Are we doing this or not? I have better things to do with my time, Himochi.” Harumi rolls her eyes.
“Whatever, just do it Nodo.” Reiwa grabs his hand, holding it lightly while Harumi pastes herself to his side. The next few minutes are painfully awkward. He can’t help feeling slightly claustrophobic, he can’t help but want to look at the glowing hand holding his. The one permanently making him less…less; just less for the next twenty-four hours. No going back, but he won’t let himself look. Harumi would not like it if he did. Instead, he forces himself to focus his eyes on her. When Reiwa pulls her hand from his, a shiver goes down his spine. Harumi kisses him deeply, and he fights the urge to push her off of him. Realistically he knows she won’t push for more right now, it was too crowded in here and too close to class time. He mentally counts in his head, when he reaches thirty-nine Harumi finally lets go of him. They smile at each other then start walking towards Harumi’s class. He doesn’t offer her his hand as they walk, remembering vividly the first time he tried to initiate hand holding, she had yelled at him for being less than a man because of his disgusting clingy behavior; reaching out to her like some pathetic little child. Eventually as they walk, she links her hand into his. He wishes he could have popped off some of the sweat beforehand, but she doesn’t comment on it. They reach her homeroom door and he kisses her before letting go of her hand to make it to his class on time. She grimaces as soon as he lets go and wipes the hand he was holding onto his uniform blazer.
“Sorry love.” He mutters.
“It’s ok Suki-chan, just don’t do it again.” She smiles one of her breath taking smiles. He nods feeling an almost painful feeling in his chest, he physically shakes his head to dislodge the thought. His mind must be messing with him is all, she looked so loving at him and she smiled at him, he was forgiven and she is happy. It must be that he is just a little unsure of the quirk, despite it probably being nothing. As he passes a water fountain he quickly drinks down the rest of his coffee before filling the bottle with water. The coffee seems to help him make it to his class. He barely gets there in time, only nodding at his group of numbnuts.
“Cutting it kinda close there huh Kac-chan.” Taunts Dunce, Katsuki just gives him the middle finger before sitting down, the pain from earlier not abating. The group sniggers together before Aizawa walks into the classroom, which quickly silences the shitty extras he’s forced to call his classmates. Before homeroom is even over, he hunches forward and quickly rubs his palm against his heart, hoping to alleviate some of the pain he was feeling. This shit is weird. He has an even worse handle on the passing time than he’s gotten used to in the past few months. Teachers came and went, going over subjects and assignments, but he couldn't quite focus. People confidently sharing wrong answers and meekly sharing correct answers doesn’t ignite the same anger that usually makes him lash out. He can hardly summon a scoff. He keeps looking to the window to see if someone opened it because why the fuck is he so cold, yet constantly finds himself wiping his hands, the sweating getting out of control. His breathing feels wack, he’s not sure if he likes this whole ‘calm’ thing. He wants to be frustrated with how weird he feels yet he can’t even feel properly mad about that.
“Alright class, you have heroic training with me before lunch today. I will meet you all at the Ground Beta training grounds.” Aizawa-Sensei’s voice pushes through the fog in his mind. By the time his teacher's words truly process in his brain, some of his class has already left. He stands up, pushing out his chair and wow he feels dizzy. God why does he feel so dizzy? And his head is pounding. He grabs the briefcase holding his hero costume before making his way to his extras. They walk a little closer to him than normal, throwing concerned glances his way. He ignores it in favor of focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. He wishes he could lean against one of them, but he doesn’t want to bother them. Not to mention the fit Harumi would have if word got out that he was leaning so closely against someone that wasn't her. He can’t quite place the path they take to get to the gym but somehow they’re there. He struggles into his hero costume and winds up being one of the last dressed for the first time ever. His ‘crew’ waits for him and he knows they’re concerned, not because of anything they’re saying. In fact, their silence is damning. Mina joins them as they leave the changing rooms and head to the main building where Aizawa-Sensei is waiting, Katsuki squints at him. His lips are moving, he must be explaining the exercise they’re supposed to be doing but it’s confusing. It’s all so confusing. What is he doing here? People scatter around him. Aizawa-Sensei is looking at him, Katsuki tilts his head to the side trying to understand. The gym tilts weirdly and a person with long black hair marches over to him, grabbing his wrist. Katsuki tries to pull away from this man. All that did was cause him to lose his footing and bring the both of them down onto the rough ground. He stops paying attention to the man in front of him, holding onto his wrist, too busy trying to force the world to stop spinning.
“MOTHER FUCKER.” The man curses, shuffling around in his pockets before pushing something into his mouth. He tries again to pull away from this man. The mans hand is gently holding the back of his head in place, mindful not to touch Katsuki’s neck (not that he can remember why that would matter) while he keeps his other hand on the thing in Katsuki’s mouth, squeezing something foul out of the pouch and into his mouth. As he drinks down the jelly it dawns on him that the man in front of him is Aizawa-Sensei and that the thing in his mouth is quite often Aizawa’s meals. When the pouch is empty his Sensei grabs his wrist again, watching his watch. “GOD DAMNIT! Get angry!”
“What?” he meekly questions. He’s so confused. Why is Senei’s voice so harsh and loud?
“Get Angry Problem Child! Come on! Think of Midoriya or or failing a test!” Katsuki blinks. Aizawa looks off to the side, away from where they’re sitting. “Kirishima! Kaminari! Get him angry!” Aizawa screams. More than two sets of footsteps come thundering over. The group stops in front of them both. “GET HIM ANGRY!” His teacher barks. Suddenly the sounds of his dumbasses filled his mind.
“Hey man, what's the difference between an adjective and an adverb again?” Sero questions.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve eaten a vegetable in like, six days.” Mina chimed in.
“So, since global warming is a bad thing and the sun is supposed to be warm, why don’t we just move to the planet sun?” Eijirou asks.
“Remember when I carried your unconscious body through the gate so we could pass our first year final exam?” Izuku’s voice breaks through his thoughts.
“Oh yeah! Or the time you and Todoroki were the only two in the whole class who failed the first provisional licensing exam?” Denki’s voice adds.
“What is wrong with you guys? Aizawa said to get him angry not to get yourselves killed.” Eijirou hisses at them. Katsuki wants to get mad at these fucking dimwits, he really does, he just can’t.
“Damnit! DAMNIT! Why are you so calm, Problem Child!”
“Calm.” Katsuki repeats drowsily. “The quirk…” He recalls.
“What Quirk!?” Demands Aizawa-Sensei, both hands on Katsuki’s shoulders.
“‘Umi’s friend, has a calm quirk. ‘Umi wanted me to…try?”
“Of all the God Damned, Bullshitting, Mother Fucking Foolish Things To DO!” Aizawa’s voice bellows, Katsuki’s just aware enough to see five jaws drop in perfect tandem. “What’s the friend’s name! What class!” Katsuki squints. “Kid, please.” Aizawa begs, bringing a spark of clarity back.
“Reiwa, 3D.” The words spill from his mouth.
“Iida! Go get Reiwa from class 3D and bring her here! NOW!”
“Yes Sensei!” He starts to run to the school.
“Quirk Iida! Quirk!” glasses doesn’t bother responding, he just leaves a trail of dust. Katsuki blinks a few times before she’s sitting in front of him, looking pale and concerned.
“I’m so sorry Bakugo-Senpai.” She mutters as Aizawa’s hair floats into the air. He’s suddenly filled with anger, anxiety, and adrenalin that he can’t understand, that he can’t explain. His fist clench, sparking as a snarl tears past his lips.
“Everyone back up.” Aizawa-Sensei states, no one hesitates to listen to him, scrabbling to put distance between himself and them. Why is it suddenly so hot? He cracks his neck and his Sensei’s voice fills the air again. “Let it out, Problem child. Be angry, be Very Angry.” Trusting that everyone was out of the way, he lets loose a scream and his quirk. He doesn’t know how long exactly Aizawa just lets him blow up in his anger but before everyone gets released to lunch, Aizawa checks his heart rate again. Instead of going to lunch he went to Recovery Girls office to learn a little more about his quirk and his body’s reaction to it. He finds out later Reiwa has received two weeks detention for misuse of her quirk.
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Katsuki’s fist clenches as he pulls himself back into the present. Reminds himself this never would have happened if he had just grown a backbone and said no. Now harmful accusations were being thrown around and at Harumi. It had obviously been his fault. The silence is loud in a way usually only his explosions are.
“Oh my god.” The whispery, watery, weak voice of Himochi-san filled the room. “Oh my God, you’re turning into your father!” She sobs, causing Harumi to snap at her, Katsuki knows how much she hates weakness.
“He was so much better than you!” You’re so weak! I miss Dad! I miss Himiko! She understood me like no one else ever did!” At the name Himiko, Aizawa and Katsuki pale. Katsuki really takes in Harumi’s features, comparing them to his nightmares.
“Himiko? Does she have the same last name as you?” The voice of Aizawa is fuzzy, soft, a long distance away from Katsuki and barely hits his ears. Harumi is 160cm, she has long ash blonde hair, and yellow eyes.
“No, when I split with my ex, Harumi kept his last name.”
“Which is?” He imagines her just a little shorter, her hair piled high, wildly in two buns. Her pupils instead of being big, black and round they’re instead slightly longer, narrow and black much like a cats.
“Toga.”