Kinda Glitchy [Katsuki Bakugo x reader] (discontinued)

|| Chapter one || Backstory

12 y/o (F/n) POV:

My mother found out about the secret room, the training room. I don't think she could have walked in at a worse time, dad was so mad.

Why did dad tell her everything? I don't understand. He lies, why didn't he lie?

I couldn't move, I was so tired, and unwilling to admit how terrified I was in this moment.

Dad always used to talk about how he wanted to be a hero, although with the quirk he was given, it would be almost impossible.

He didn't bother trying much though, instead getting an idea from one of his friends to have a child, and use the child to achieve his goal.

Dad has never had good friends.

I thought my dad loved mum for a few years, but I was quick to realise he was just using her.

She was a hero, a popular one. She's going to be taking up a teaching job at U.A this year.

He was still talking to her, she isn't saying anything? Is she scared? Or angry? I'm so tired, I can't tell.

Dad is getting closer to her, she needs to get away. Why is she not moving away, I don't understand.

Why is he grabbing an old plank? I don't understand.

What is he going to do with that plank? I don't understand.

I don't understand

I do understand

Mum is a bleeding pile on the floor now, why didn't she fight back? She is so strong. I don't understand.

Why didn't I do anything? Why couldn't I do anything? Why would he do this?

Dad was walking towards me now, will he kill me too? I don't think so, he still hasn't gotten what he wants.

And I'm gonna make sure he never fucking will.

I wait till he is close enough to glitch behind him, afraid to run out the room due to my mother's body sitting by the doorway.

I grab a screwdriver off of his table, keeping it close to me for a makeshift weapon.

Dad is really angry, I think he knows what I'm doing.

He runs at me, screaming at me to listen to him and stay still. I glitch an old mug to the other side of the room as a distraction.

The mug shatters on the ground with my dad swinging his head to see the disruption. I take the opportunity to shove the screwdriver into his thigh, ripping it out at an angle to create as much damage as I can.

He roars in pain, swinging his arm to smack me away. I land of the floor a few feet away, barely holding on to the screwdriver.

He stomps towards me after regaining his composure, his steps shake the floor beneath me. I lower his speed and strength stats hoping to slow him down as much as possible while I scramble up.

Then I see the cupboard next to me, full of violent tools to cut me open and pull me apart, surely something that heavy would kill an already injured man.

I need to stab him more, in worse places. Because if this doesn't work I think I will be the one that ends up dead. And from how angry he seems to be I don't think he will make it easy on me.

He quickly jumps forward to attack me, he seems to just be trying to grab me this time. His hands are outstretched and going for my neck. I don't make a move to get out of the way.

He grabs my neck, slamming the back of my head into the floor. He is yelling into my face and shaking me violently. He must be chalked up on adrenaline,

He didn't even notice that I held the screwdriver in a firm grip as I lodged it in his chest.

It wasn't in his heart but it was damn close, I didn't need to kill him with the screwdriver anyways. I just needed to make him a little weaker.

I up my strength stats and kick my leg out, shaking the closet as it slowly begins to fall. Just as it is about to crush me and my father I glitch out of the way.

I stand on top of the fallen closet victorious and safe, finally over with what I hope to be the worst moment of my life.

I turn over to the bloody mess on the floor which bares similarities to me, my mother. I had barely realised how badly I had been crying throughout this whole fight.

I step over her body and into the hallway, stalking down to find my mothers phone on her bedside table.

I flip through her contacts, quickly finding uncle Shouta. I pressed the call button and sat on the floor as I waited for him to pick up.

"Aizawa Shouta speaking."

"Uncle zawa.." I say, my voice wavering

"(F/n)? Are you okay? Did you get in trouble or something"

"Can you please come to our house"

"(F/n) you know I have patrol and then I have school in the morni-"

"Please uncle, so many things have happened and I don't know what do to"

Shouta didn't know what it was, but something in the way (F/n) was speaking was letting him know that something had gone very wrong, and he needed to get there now.

"..... I'll be there soon, just wait there for me"

"Ok uncle.."

I sat waiting on the bedroom floor, almost going limp against the wall from exhaustion.

Shouta came through the door with his spare key in a rush, he searched the living room and kitchen before speed walking down the hallway.

He opened the bedroom door and saw me on the floor, covered with blood.

He starts questioning me but I'm much to tired to talk. He understands and tells me to stay where I am while he looks through the rest of the house in a panic.

I grimace knowing what he's going to find.

A short while later he come back, reassuring me while also trying to convince himself that everything will be fine.

"Where is your father?" He asks me.

What?

Had he not seen the body under the closet?

"Under the closet" I answer

"(F/n)..

The only thing I saw under the closet was blood, there was no one underneath it"

14 year old (F/n) POV:

'Ugh why am I getting flash backs now, I just woke up'

I yawned and got out of bed, I took a shower and put on a grey crop top, black sweat pants and some grey running shoes.

'Today starts my training for U.A'

A/n: thank you for reading, sorry if there are some mistakes, but I hope you enjoyed.