Chapter 1: All the homes that weren’t home.
Summary:
Katsuki Bakugou was tossed from one abusive household to another, nobody wanted him. In fact nobody in his life has ever wanted him besides his real parents. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever get them back, so he just excepted it. He’s a failure, a creation that wasn't supposed to be made.
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Katsuki Bakugou was tossed from one abusive household to another, nobody wanted him. In fact nobody in his life has ever wanted him besides his real parents. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever get them back, so he just excepted it. He’s a failure, a creation that wasn't supposed to be made.
everyone in the foster care system that has ever taken care of him hated him. They told him he was a brat, hit him, yelled, made him cry.
but when the eighth home he’s ever been to took him back he got kicked out of foster care, he didn’t even know why. Why everyone hated him so much, it was so unfair. But as soon as Katsuki got on the side of the road and saw that first big shard of glass on the road he picked it up and started dragging across him arm. He knew this wasn’t the way you should do it but he didn’t care. Katsuki was worthless.
every line he carved on his skin stung, burned, and made him almost cry. But it felt good, really good. And when he looked up at the starry night sky he knew this might be the end for him, that he could bleed out tonight. This could literally be he last night ever living. But he didn’t care either, he just wanted to die. But rain came and washed the cuts clean, and wet his clothes..
the rain made him cold, also made him shiver. But he didn’t mind. Nobody gives a damn if he gets sick anyway. Nobody looked twice, nobody saw him hurting, and nobody ever reached out a hand to him once in his whole life. Besides his real parents. He wanted them back so bad. He just wanted his mom and dad back, he wants his childhood best friend back as well.
katsuki started sneezing from the rain, that signals he’s probably getting a cold. He gets the headphones and mp3 player that he got from his mom when he was young. He wanted to listen to music until he fell asleep. It was soothing so why not? Why not..
but as soon as car headlights shine in his face he knows he might be safe. But when he sees the people who come out the car his face expression cracks and he starts to shake. Then his lips tremble, and Katsuki starts sobbing. The couple standing infront of him was his parents. His mom is the first one to move. She sees the blood but doesn’t say anything.
Mitsukis pov:
Masaru and I were coming home from date night, we had just went to a restraunt we both loved. For the last years we have been trying to rest with the fact that Katsuki is out there somewhere. Because we know he is, but it’s been terribly hard. So when i looked out my window and saw a teen that looked like Katsuki I made Masaru stop the car so I could go check it out. Because even if it wasn’t him we’d still help somebody.
but to my surprise it was him. He looked so broken and tiny so I knew I had to take him.
“Katsuki, sweetheart. Is that you? “
he looked up at me, eyes wide, eyebrows up high too.
“Mama?”
Katsuki walked closer with an unreadable expression on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was crying, or if he wasn’t. For some reason he looked almost emotionless, what have those people done to him?
Katsukis arms were dripping blood, but I didn’t have the heart to say anything. Not yet. It’s too soon, I can’t make him uncomfortable.
“Come here Katsuki, don’t be scared. I got you.”
with that Katsuki ran over to me, no hesitation. Sobbing into me, clinging onto me like a I was his lifeline. But right now I was quietly waiting for Masaru to come, to come get the sweater and a blanket, Katsuki will catch a cold if we don’t help.
I led him into the car. Meanwhile Masaru was getting a blanket out of the trunk.
but as soon as he got there I was so glad, Katsuki was shivering out of control, sobbing, and also had completely drenched clothes. Masaru also had bought bandages (god bless his heart).
I was fixing him up, until he finally said something. “I-I’m really sorr-y for disappearing like that I-i was at the park all alone because Izuku left and- somebody baited me away- I-i am really sorry mama, it will never happen-“
I shook my head at him, because why is he apologizing for being taken? Shouldn’t the person who took him be apologizing.
”Katsuki, stop saying sorry. You’ve been through so much, just take a rest for right now alright sweetheart? Just rest, I’ll be here by your side all night, nothing will happen.”
as katsukis eyes pooled with tears he said one barely audible sentence that made my heart warm.
”I love you mama”
Chapter 2: Getting help (trying to accept ｉｔ）
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Mom and dad were taking me home, but all I could I do was cry. The war was over, I’ve won. I’ve found my parents, but I still wasn’t happy. Finding my parents helped me get a place to sleep, things to eat, and get the love I need but, the damage was already done. I was basically dead inside, I haven’t lived how a teenager should either. I’m a teen-a sixteen year old, I should be living my life and living the life I once dreamed of. But everything was far off from how I wanted it to be. I stop dreaming when I was six years old, there was nothing left for me to dream for. My life was over when I was six, I wanted nothing else to do with the outside world. And when everyone found out I was depressed, they distanced. Kids stopped hanging out with me because their parents thought I was “bad” a “monster” a “terrible influence” so I got taken back to the adoption center, then every single time somebody brought me home they’d take me back. And in every single home I had false hope, so for me growing up didn’t matter. I was going to stay in the same place for my whole life, so why even try? Why even make friends when they’re gonna ditch you again? Why do I put in the effort just to be thrown out, manipulated, abused, hit, baited. Why?
All of a sudden without my questions being answered, I drifted off, falling asleep before I even got home.
11:00 am:
i woke up in a familiar room, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why it was familiar. But as I sat up I saw a picture, a picture of me and best friend. And the truth is..I never really forgot about him, I miss him a lot. But I acted cruel towards him, just because he had no quirk. I took him for granted, I could’ve still been friends with him if I didn’t get kidnapped that night. If I didn’t get taken to that..experiment place. One question still runs free in my mind. What if i became a bully to him? And would that happen if we were still somewhat friends? Does he even live here anymore?
but I decided to stop thinking about it. It was time to go see my actual family, maybe they would know a thing or two about him..
downstairs:
I walked down the stairs, each step crackling, and creaking. As soon as I got to the kitchen I saw my mom’s face light up with a smile, she walked over and hugged me, my dad did the same thing.
“Good morning Katsuki, did you sleep well last night?”
I looked at her, not knowing really what to say, mostly because I lack every day human interactions, hell I can’t even talk to the cashier at the convenience store without freaking out. So I know this is going to be really awkward, even though these people are my parents, I haven’t talked to them sense I was five years old. So it’s weird I guess.
”uh- yea-h I did, it was just nerve racking I guess..” I said in a sofented voice, quieter then a mouse.
Dad smiled at me, “well I’m glad your starting to feel somewhat comfortable, considering you just got back here. So thanks for trusting us kat”
I nodded, “yeah, your welcome dad..”
After that I sat down on the stool on our island
(a island is a type of counter btw)
mom looked at me then got kind of serious. “Hey katsuki- when we found you, you were bleeding- like on your arms.. i want to know why..”
my heart started beating fast. She caught on, she saw it. so the only logical answer was..
”it was a attempt to end my life, I didn’t see the perpouse to keep on going so I didn’t”.
dad and mom looked me. But I could tell I just broke their hearts, by just a simple statement.
”katsuki I just want to let you know me and your dad love you a lot, and in order for you to be healthy.. or stay healthy..we want you to go to a therapist. And if it’s too early- or makes you uncomfortable we won’t ever force it on you.”
I nodded my head slightly, like I was still thinking about it, I mean I was but.. I knew I needed it and I should be getting better, and stop being negative. So I nodded, because this was my first time somebody offered help.
even though deep inside I really didn’t want to go, and I knew it would be uncomfortable, I needed to discuss what happened- and what went on the day I got taken. Because I know I have ptsd, and the scene of that day plays on loop fresh in my mind every single god damn day of my life. Then those voices that live inside my head that tell me to do it again, to attempt over again and maybe- just maybe I didn’t try hard enough the first time. they play on loop fresh in my head every single day so I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do, how the hell im gonna live even though my life is still in one thousand pieces.
All the disgusting words replay in every single action I do, every single thought I have, and every single interaction I have. So I don’t know how I’m going to talk to people when I’m this far into depression, or when I can’t even tell myself why I’m a mess. But sense I need help, I’m taking up the offer, I’m doing this for my wellbeing, and not because I want to.
mom looked back at me, and hugged me hard. Spouting out the apologies I need to hear from other people, not her. Not dad. The people I need an apology from is the people who abused me, or the people who experimented on me.
”mom, I’m tired. Can I go back to bed? I don’t feel like staying awake.” She looks at me, sad eyes too. She sighs.
”Katsuki..I need to take you to a doctors appointment. I need to get you tested for some things, and I also need the doctors to tell me what you need.”
I didn’t respond. Just put a sweater that was laying on the couch and grabbed my mp3 player.
“Let’s get it over with then..”