-Author-

I'm sorry beforehand, it takes me a while to upload chapters seeing as how I don't like sticking to a publishing schedule because then I rush my writing and then it turns out sloppy and I want to be writing my best so that all of you enjoy the story more. This story does include swearing, so if you are uncomfortable proceed with caution or simply not at all.

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Bakugo's Pov.

Why do I have to be such a monster?

Why do people fear me?

Why did I get cursed like this?

Why did I have to be born?

Why am I such an ass all the fucking time?

At least those are all the things my parents accuse me of. I used to think they were wrong but I don't know anymore. Maybe I am a cursed monster. No, I'm definitely a cursed monster.

That's the conclusion I came to when I was 9, and I've never forgotten it. I don't deserve others' pity or affection, and they don't deserve to have to put up with me. I can't hurt others just because I was born, so I just have to push them away. They can see this monster and stay away, but you don't touch a beast, cause then you get hurt. Either way, it's my fault, I'm the one hurting others.

Looking at my parents right now, they look horrified. I didn't mean to do anything. I had gotten upset and my quirk started to act up, causing explosions to go off in the palm of my hands. I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT THEM DAMMIT. I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. But I did. My dad's arm was scorched from what I had done. They don't love me. They couldn't possibly, not after this. I've done a lot to them, but not like this. No one can love me now, nor ever.

It's my fault.

All of it.

So I'll leave.

And make it so that I don't cause any more problems.

No one will get hurt if I'm gone.

No one will care.

So,

I left.

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-Author-

:/ It's always fun to start with a bit of angst. For me at least, don't know abt you guys reading. Anyways, have a good day.