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❝血まみれそして壊れた...

▌fun fact #12 ; kourin likes the taste of blood.

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When Kourin walked into the classroom, she noticed all the tense and guarded look on their faces which caused her to quirk an eyebrow."Did someone die?" Class 1-A, excerpt a few people, gawked at the brunette standing at the door before they erupted in cheers. When they'd last seen her, she was all bloodied and bruised and being driven away in an ambulance, seeing her alive and kicking made them rejoice. "So loud."

"You're back, Koucchan!" Kirishima shouted, a wide grin adorning his features as he tackled the brunette into a hug, causing her to groan in pain.

"Gently, please," a groan of pain escaped her lips. "I'm still fragile, y'know."

Kirishima gave her one last squeeze, before he letting her go. "I'm glad you're okay now. If I'm being honest, I didn't know if you were going to make it or n—"

"Koucchan!" Ashido and Uraraka cried out and enveloped the girl in a hug, just after she'd told the red haired boy not to hug her so tight. Tears were coming out of their eyes as their grip around the girl tightened and they began muttering about how sad they were about seeing her so injured. The way they talked in unison freaked her out.

"Oi, idiots! She said gently and that she's fucking fragile!" Bakugo barked out and huffed in annoyance, causing both girls to pull away from her, a sheepish smile gracing both their faces as they uttered a sorry.

Kourin noticed the impatient aura radiating from Aizawa forcing her to clear her throat. "I overslept, sorry I'm late," she glanced over to her sensei then back to her classmates. "I'm afraid catching up will have to come after homeroom," she mumbled softly before taking her seat beside the half and half boy, but she didn't miss the stares Bakugo sent her and the glares he shot Todoroki.

"As I was saying, the fight isn't yet over. The U.A. sports festival is drawing near." Aizawa said and the class erupted cheers once more, pleased that it was normal school event.

"That's a super normal school even—"

Kaminari slammed his hand onto overly excited Kirishima's face, "wait a minute."

"Is it really okay to have a sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?" Jirou asked, pointing out what'd only recently happened.

"What if they attack us again or something..?" Ojiro said worriedly, furrowing his brows. His eyes landing on the bored looking brunette when he turned to face Jiro and he noticed that she'd gotten more scars on her face.

"Apparently, they think of it as U.A. showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding the event. Security will also be strengthened to five times that of previous years," and though bandages covered his face, there was a part that let him breathe and a part that let him see. "Above all, our sports festival is a huge chance. It's not an event to be cancelled because of a few villains."

A dreaded look appeared on Mineta's face, "but, that's a good reason, isn't it? It's just a festival of sports."

Kourin rose an eyebrow as she leaned forwards, resting her head on the palm of her hand. "You've never seen the U.A. sports festival? Lame."

"Of course I have. That's not what I meant, Koucchan." He whined, glancing back at her and when he saw her breasts pressed against the table, his eyes widened and a blush appeared on his cheeks as he turned to face the front in a hurry.

"Our sports festival is one of Japan's biggest events. In the past, the Olympics were called a festival of sports, and the whole country was crazy about them. As you know, with reductions in scale and population, they're now a shell of their former glory. And now, for Japan, what has taken the place of those Olympics is the U.A. sports festival!" He told them, and an image of a previous sports festival flashed in the brunette's mind.

"Of course, all the top heroes around the country will be watching," Yaoyorozu clenched her fist excitedly. "For scouting purposes!"

"After we graduate, it's a typical to join a pro hero agency as a sidekick." Kaminari grinned and his thumbs shot up.

An involuntary yawn escaped Kourin's lips as she began sketching in her notebook again. When the half and half boy turned to look at what she was drawing, she poked the blunt side of her pencil to the side of his cheek and kept his face facing forwards. "No looking. What is it?"

"Did you sleep late again?" He asked, looking straight ahead.

"A lot of people miss their chance to become independent after that and become eternal sidekicks though." Jirou countered, not turning to face the boy beside her. Her lips curved up slightly into a teasing smirk. "Kaminari, I feel like you'd be one of them. Since you're dumb."

She nodded slowly as she began rendering the shadows on his face. "It was because of video games, but also, I couldn't sleep.. I started having nightmares."

"I see," he mumbled, placing his hand over hers. "Please, don't hesitate to call me if you have trouble sleeping again."

"Of course, joining a famous hero agency will get you more experience and popularity. Time is limited. If you expect to go pro, then the path to your future will open up at this event. Once chance a year, a total of just three chances. No aspiring heroes can afford to miss this event. If you understand that, then don't slack off on your preparations. Homeroom is dismissed." And on cue, the bell rang.

Kourin heard numerous voices shout her nickname which forced her to stand up. "I'll eat with you next time, icyhot. It also wouldn't kill you to smile a little," she teased and handed him her notebook. "Keep it."

Todoroki watched as she was practically dragged away by Sero and Kaminari, before he looked down at the notebook in his hands. A small gasp escaped his lips at the beautiful sketch his eyes landed on. It was of him and in a short amount of time, she'd managed to make it look amazing. He ripped the page out of her book and hid her sketch in his desk.

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After what seemed like a long day, school was finally done. Others being concerned about her was a new feeling, aside from a few, no one had ever been concerned about her, so, seeing her class care about her softened her heart. It truly made her happy. They'd spent lunch and the rest of the afternoon classes asking her questions. Kourin had a hard time parting from them, she'd grown to really like her class, some more than others.

"Rinny, my sugar baby!" Kira called out with her arms open, earning weird glances from everyone around her. Not that she cared. In her opinion, the brunette was walking too slowly, or maybe she was just impatient. Stretching out her arms, she grabbed the brunette and pulled her towards her, "did you miss me?"

"You're embarrassing, but yes." Kourin mumbled, wriggling out of her arms.

Kira pinched her cheeks. "As much as you want to spend time with me, love, I have a job to get to. But, I'll await our next meeting. For now, here. Your request." Reaching into her car, she grabbed a black and gold box, dangling it in front of her face. "What do you say, dear?"

She almost rolled her eyes at the childish behaviour displayed in front of her, "thanks, sugar mama," the box was placed in her hands, which was then shoved into her bag.

"Bye bye, dear." Blowing the brunette a kiss, she hopped into her car. "I can't wait till you're legal, think of all the fun things we can do!" By the time she'd turned back to her, she was gone. "So mean sometimes.. But, she's so adorable, so I can let that slide."

The walk to her house was a long one, she'd forgotten to visit them, which meant the possibility of her getting beaten and knifed was higher. She'd gotten there faster than she'd anticipated and she dreaded going inside. Her eyes ran over the two story house in despair as she hid her bag in the bushes and took off her tie and blazer, shoving it in her bag before she knocked on the door. Well, here we fucking go.

Too lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a certain ash blond lingering behind her. His eyes widened when the door swung open, revealing the couple that'd been abusing the one person he loved with all his heart. The sound of his hand making contact with his cheek set him on edge and explosions began going off in his hand. Those motherfuckers! Bakugo would've beat them senseless, but then he'd be jeopardising his friendship with her. So he stayed put. For now.

"You little slut! You're going to U.A. High, aren't you?!" Kinto bellowed, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "When the fuck were you going to tell us, huh?!"

"Never," she mumbled weakly.

A maniac chuckle escaped his lips as his hand wrapped around her throat. "Oh? What's this? When did you get the balls to talk back to me?" Spitting in her face, he gave her throat a squeeze, "take your clothes off. Now." And when she didn't move, a scowl escaped his lips as he threw her to the floor. "Ami."

"Yes, dear." Like the good, obedient wife she was, the green haired woman walked to the kitchen and grabbed the knife before walking back over to the brunette. Pressing the cold blade to her scarred skin, she waited for her to bleed before she cut open her clothes exposing Kourin. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, she did feel sorry for the girl, but she loved her husband more than anything and he was nothing but loving to her. So she did as she was told.

Just as the blade touched her bra strap, he cleared his throat, signalling for her to stop. "Not her underwear, let her keep some dignity." At his command, she kicked the brunette down and waltzed over to her husband, standing beside him. When he stroked her head, she was like a kitten and leaned into his touch. "Tell me, little bitch, how do you get into my dream school, but I don't? You don't deserve to be enrolled in fucking U.A," he growled out and marched forwards, cupping her cheeks with his hand. "You're trash. Nothing but trash. Useless in every way. Maybe that's why your parents died. You weren't strong enough and you never will be," he hissed, pushing her head into the bloodstained table.

A muffled groan escaped her lips as her head made contact with the table, she'd just gotten out of the hospital and he was already planning on putting her in there again. Kourin felt her head throb at the impact and she felt her head bleeding again. They're right.

"Here's your knife, love." Ami whispered meekly as she slipped the knife into his hand.

"You really are the perfect woman for me." Kinto smirked at her lovingly and gave her backside a squeeze before turning back to the brunette. "You've gotten some new markings! Probably from those villains at the USJ, I should applaud them really," he mused as he began leaving small cuts over her body. "I really don't think small cuts suit you.." He said, imbedding the knife just above her right breast. Just as the knife left his hand, another was offered to him.

Kourin gulped as she held back her tears and she didn't know what hurt more, their words or her injuries. And it didn't take long for her pristine, clean bandages were coloured bloody red. It was at times like this she needed to be held, she needed someone to reassure her that their words weren't true. But alas, there was no one there.

"No one will ever love you," he pressed the knife down onto her left shoulder and slowly began dragging it over her chest, in between her breasts and finally stopping when the blade touched her hip. "Much better. Actually, y'know what .. I want it deeper." He shoved the knife down onto her hip until it hit her bone. When she opened her mouth, presumably to gasp, he wrapped his hand around her throat causing her to choke. "Shut up, stupid bitch." Scowling, he retraced over the wound with the knife, making her bleed even more. When she dropped to the floor, his foot made contact with her ribs again and again, until he heard a crack.

"What the actual fuck?" Bakugo laughed humourlessly as he ran his hand through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me, Kou?" Gulping, he peered into the window. Seeing her on the floor, with blood pooling around her, it reminded him of the USJ incident. His eyes widened even more when he saw tears falling down the side of her face. She was crying.

"Clean up your mess. And get the fuck out of my sight." Kinto growled out and threw a tissue at her. He grabbed Ami's hand and walked into their room, slamming the door behind him.

His crimson eyes never left her exposed, bloodied figure and he watched as her tears began to mix in with the blood, her whole situation made his heart hurt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck," he uttered out, gripping onto his shirt. Now he felt even worse that he'd gotten angry at her earlier. And within a span of thirty minutes, he watched as she disappeared into the bathroom and came out with clean bandages all over her body.

Kourin felt her tears drop onto the wooden floorboards as she cleaned up the blood, her vision began to blur as she broke out into a quiet sob, dropping to her knees. Two more years, Kou.. Two more years. She didn't want anyone seeing her cry, to her, that was weakness. Once everything was spick and span, she made her way out of the hell hole wearing a sports bra and sweat pants. She slung her bag over her shoulder and trudged home.

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Bakugo watched as she entered the house and just as quickly as she'd arrived, she'd left, but she was no longer carrying her bag, she had a small box in her hands which only made him more curious. Like a cat, he curiously followed her.

Kourin sat at her bench and looked down at the box her friend had given her. It's so fancy just for a vape.. Pursuing her lips, she carefully opened the box, revealing an assortment of items, not just what she'd asked for. There was the vape and the flavouring of course, but Kira had snuck in money, gift cards, key chains and pins. She always did know how to make me feel better. Taking out the small gift she'd asked for, the brunette filled it with caramel flavouring before putting it to her lips and breathing out a small puff of smoke. "Ooh, yum."

Ever so silently, the ash blond boy made his way over to her. And hearing his footsteps, she quickly hid the vape away. He sat down beside her and all that could be heard were the crickets chirping and the sound of the waves crashing onto the sand, "you're an idiot, you know that."

"I know," the mumbled in response, holding her hands in her lap.

"Don't lie to me anymore, okay, Kou?" He spoke in a soft voice, deciding not to tell her that he saw her crying and getting beaten, "please."

Her lips curved up into a small smile, resting her head onto his shoulder. "Then I guess I should tell you that you shouldn't underestimate me because I have tricks up my sleeve. So, technically, I'm not lying."

Bakugo rested his head on hers, lacing their fingers together. "I've never once underestimated you. Ever."

"You're being unusually nice and comforting," she mumbled.

"You don't fucking like it?" He rose an eyebrow, teasingly pulling away from her. Kourin punched his arm and went to stand up, but at the same time, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He made sure to be gentle, knowing the her ribs were still sore from the USJ and from earlier. "I'll always be here for you, weird eyes. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

This motion of genuine kindness showed he did care and it almost made her cry, "same goes for me Bakago."

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▬▬▬▬▬ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

we all need a kira in our lives tbh. uwu
i need a sugar anybody, daddy or mama
so any1? HAHAHHAHAH. fucking fuckery
fuckity fuckity. i love bakugo so much tf
my heart man, my heart. okay, so ik ep 
14 and 15 are connected but i separated 
them bc it doesn't fit my story soo you'll
get the encounter next chapter !! ily 
bakugo wowowowo. <3 heart eyes