Trigger warning: abuse

Bakugo's POV:

I wake up to the dreadful sound of shouting. "Get your lazy ass up, Katsuki!" I groan and tumble out of bed and over to my wardrobe.

"I'm up, mom!" I reply at a slightly quieter volume.

"Good. I don't want to waste more time on a mistake like you." I hear her footsteps disappearing into the quiet void. I try to ignore her words and change into my school uniform. Though I got nine hours of sleep last night, I still feel exhausted. Fatigued, even. I stifle a yawn and quickly brush my teeth. I grab my school bag and walk out of my room. Mom's waiting for me to be her chef and cook her a deluxe breakfast. I rest my bag down on the countertop and pull out the eggs and bacon.

I quickly cook up a Master-Chef level breakfast and slide it towards my mom. I sit down beside her and eat mine. We penetrate the deafening silence with the clatter of our forks. I quickly finish my food and wash my plate, throwing it into the dishwasher before grabbing my school bag and heading to the front door. "Katsuki! Come back here!" Mom shouts from the kitchen. I groan quietly and shuffle over to her.

"Yes, Mom?" I ask.

"Do the dishes you disappointment," Mom orders. I sigh heavily and pick up her plate, washing it and stowing it into the dishwasher.

"Bye, Old Hag!" I shout as I open the door.

"Don't talk to me like th-" I cut her off with slamming the door, leaving her to shout at no one. I swing my bag over my shoulder so it's out of my way and stuff my hands deep into my pockets. I slowly walk through the streets. My feet hitting in a constant rhythm, going against the crowd. I drop my head to avoid looking at any families. The memories fade away more every time I see someone happy. They become more distant, like I'm cursed to lose the memories where fun is involved.

The well-known school comes into view; a small cluster of students walking in. My permanent scowl sits effortlessly on my face as I walk up the staircase and towards the classroom. A place where pounding headaches have sadly become the norm. I open the door and immediately get hit with a wave of voices. Kirishima's talking to Kaminari and Sero, and Mina is talking to Hagakure. The others I couldn't give two shits about. I stomp over to my desk and sit down, my legs propped up on my desk.

Like always, Iida decides to ruin my day by ordering me around. "Bakugo! Get your feet off the desk! It's disrespectful to your upperclassmen!" He shouts as he does weird robot gestures.

"Like I give two shits about them," I reply angrily and close my eyes, trying to get more sleep.

"You are disgracing the school and the people who put in so much effort to make these desks!"

I open one eye. "Like I said before, glasses, I don't care about the desks. They're just desks, idiot!" I shout at him

"Don't talk to your class president like that," he reminds.

"I'll talk to you however I want, dipshit." I turn away from him and stare at the front of the classroom. Everything's so loud and annoying. I remove my feet off my desk and push my fingers into my temples, as if that'll release the pain.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima shouts and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I turn to face him with a scowl in my face. "What's the matter bro?"

"You're too loud. Leave me alone," I reply truthfully. He pouts at me.

"Why so mean!?" He whines. A light pink dusts my cheeks.

"Because you're annoying and I want you gone." I remove his hand from my shoulder and push him away.

"Aww! Party popper!" He whines at me and walks away. I rest my head on my hand and watch the door open to reveal Mr. Aizawa rolling his yellow sleeping bag up.

"I don't care what you do, just don't wake me up," Mr. Aizawa states and cacoons himself.

I rest my head on my desk and gently close my eyes, ready to give up on the world. Just as I'm about to fall into a much needed sleep, I get hit with high-pitched words. I half open my eyes and see a pink face directly next to mine. "What, Mina?" I ask tiredly.

"We wanted to know if you'd like to go out with us on Saturday?" She asks. I open my eyes fully and raise my head.

"Why'd I do that? I don't want to hang out with you idiots!" I growl. Kaminari hits me in the back.

"Hey!"

"C'mon Bakugo! It'll be fun! We're going to the arcade!" He informs happily.

I smirk at them. "I'll get to kick your butts... I'm in," I reply evilly.

"Great!" Kirishima cheers with a thumbs up.

~Time Skip~

Time moves too slowly for comfort. I fidget with my pen in hand. Currently it's math and Ectoplasm is teaching us. I just want to go home and sleep to get away from this harsh, unkind world. I want to never wake up, never have to hear my mother's voice again. But life is unkind. I haven't been able to focus as my mind keeps wondering over to the dark side. The bell finally rings and I quickly pack everything in my bag and speed walk out of the classroom and towards the bathroom.

I lock myself in a stall and slide down the back of the door. I grip fistfuls of my hair tightly. "Stop..." I whisper to myself as I grip my hair tighter. My body starts shaking but this is normal, right? Everyone's mom says stuff like that, right? I'm just weak for acting like this. I know it's normal and it happens in every household, so why am I like this?

I let out a shaky breath and wipe the tears away and stand up. I pick my bag up and unlock the door but stumble backwards when I see Kirishima standing there with a worried expression. I regain my composure. "What are you doing here, Shitty Hair?" I ask harshly and push past him to the sink where I wash my hands.

"I was worried about you, Bakugo. Are you ok?" Kirishima asks gently. I look into his beautiful piercing red eyes.

"I'm fine, idiot!" I growl at him. I walk out of the bathroom and through the halls. Kirishima closely follows.

"I heard you sniffling in there."

"It wasn't me. My mom was...sad," I reply with anger laced through my voice.

"... Oh. If you say so." We walk the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence.