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Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident
(Anonymous) 2018-07-02 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)Bonuses/Random other ideas:
+ Bakugou has trouble using his quirk after the event, being scared of it getting out of his control again. Perhaps he comes up with coping mechanisms as he grows up, but they aren't very healthy.
+ Bakugou is no longer praised for his powerful quirk, instead being treated like a dangerous weapon that could go off without warning by the teachers/other parents/kids.
++ His school gets him quirk counseling, but take him out of it as soon as its clear he won't accidentally cause property damage, so he still has some lingering issues about using his quirk to it's full potential and/or anywhere near people.
+ Bakugou and Izuku have a less hostile but still very strained and complicated relationship; Izuku doesn't really blame Bakugou, but Bakugou can't be around Izuku without being reminded of the accident.
Re: Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident
(Anonymous) 2018-07-02 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident
(Anonymous) 2018-07-04 05:02 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident (OP)
(Anonymous) 2018-07-04 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident TW Graphic Descriptions of Burns
(Anonymous) 2018-07-05 08:41 am (UTC)(link)Fingers of foreboding creep up the back of Bakugo’s neck at the thought of removing his gloves. The UA hero course is everything he’s wanted since he was three and crowded around the Midoriya’s computer with Izuku watching All Might save civilians. But that doesn’t mean he can trust his quirk. It’s dangerous and unpredictable, more liable to hurt the people around him than any villain he’s pursuing.
He’s reminded of that every time he sees his best friend’s arm. He can never get away from the web of raised pink scar tissue that cups Izuku’s right elbow. It peeks out from under the edges of his sleeves when he pushes them up on warm days and is on full display whenever the two go to the gym.
Izuku is no longer bothered by it, plans to be a hero despite lacking both a quirk and full range of motion in his ruined elbow. Katsuki had gone to all of Izuku’s physical therapy appointments with him for the year and a half they’d been required and had helped him with the upkeep ever since. That injury was his fault and he’d be damned if he didn’t help Izuku overcome it. He would be helping Izuku even if that meant he had to use his quirk again.
None of that meant he was prepared to take his gloves off. He was surrounded by extras whose quirks wouldn’t protect them from an explosion. Surrounded by people he might hurt.
He flinched as his palms started sparking under his gloves.
Izuku wasn’t even in his section, so he’d have to trust that insufferable nerd to make it on his own. The insufferable nerd who had somehow gotten himself a trainer and bulked up under his preferred baggy clothes.
For now, he pulled his gloves off one finger at a time, trying very hard to focus on what Present Mic was saying. But everyone was running forward, jumping over each other to get the most points. A moment’s hesitation left Katsuki in the dust, playing catch up as he found trashed robots left in pieces all along the city roadways. He hit his stride as one of the large two pointers rounded the corner in front of him and he let loose one of his explosions from crackling palms.
He was doing fine as long as the other hopefuls stayed out of his path, but any time he came across another student, the sight of third-degree burns and ruined flesh had him stifling his explosions and cussing at them for getting in his way. Better that they hate him than leave his company in a body bag.
One girl, with bright pink skin and hair, ran into his path right as he let loose a blast of heat. It passed her by a hair’s breadth, but all Katsuki could see was the fire hitting her full on and her pink skin blistering to black. His breathing picked up and his brain started to fizzle out into screaming. He thought he might have fallen into a crouch, but he was losing his connection to his body and he couldn’t quite feel his fingers properly.
Were there hands on his shoulders? He looked up and saw past his blurry vision to the pink-skinned girl from before leaning over him.
“Are you alright there?” She needed to stay away from him; he was dangerous. Over her shoulder he saw the same three pointer, now armless, speeding towards them on massive wheels.
He shoved her out of the way and threw himself at the robot, blasting it from above after a massive jump. Katsuki was breathing hard as he landed, but he turned back to the girl and yelled back, “Worry about your damn self,” before hurrying away, shaken.
The test ended well enough, a strong fifty-three points felt like enough to make it through, but his useless best friend was nowhere to be found, despite his leaning against the front gate for nearly an hour. He adjusted his gloves no fewer than five times while he waited, still hyped up from too many close calls during the exam. When Izuku finally came out, he was limping and cradling his right arm. Katsuki nearly lost it.
“Oi, shit nerd! The hell happened your arm there!” He was ready to carry Izuku home on his back if he needed to. Trust his nerd to get hurt without him there to watch over him, trust him to push himself too far without Katsuki there to keep him in check.
Izuku laughed him off, he always did, and pushed his good hand through his messy hair. “Relax, Kacchan, it’s just a little sore from the test.” Despite protests, Katsuki shoved a too long sleeve up to examine Izuku’s ruined arm. He’d been expecting to feel the tightness in thin, corded muscles that he’d been taught to notice when he helped with the physical therapy; instead, he saw what appeared to be a full arm bruise. All the skin, fingertips up past where the sleeve covered, was blooming into purples and blues.
Katsuki snarled up into his best friend’s guileless face. “This doesn’t look like a little bit of soreness, fucker. Your mom will lose her damn mind if you come home like this.” He grabbed Izuku’s left wrist, deceptively gentle, and began dragging him towards his home where a well-stocked first aid kit waited.
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at his friend. All he could see was back when he’d been in the hospital, hooked up to an IV and so hopped up on pain medication he couldn’t manage a conversation.
Initially, Katsuki had been proud of his quirk, the perfect blend of his mother’s glycerin and his father’s combustive sweat. He’d been proud of the tiny explosions that impressed all of the kids in his class. That had lasted as long as the explosions had remained small. As they grew, kids had started giving him a wider berth, still impressed, but also worried. He began worrying when he realized his quirk reacted violently to his anger. He tried to stay away from the other kids, unwilling to risk his emotions.
But Izuku had always been too persistent for his own good. It had taken one bad day. He’d been cranky from the heat, and the vending machine had been out of all his favorite drinks, plus some older kids had kicked him off the climbing wall at the playground. The icing on the cake had been Izuku chattering uselessly at him while they were walking home together.
He could barely remember the incident beyond the feeling of horror, the smell of burning flesh, and the sight of skin blackening and pulling away from stark white bone.
He’d been told afterward that he’d imagined that last part, that the burn was bad, but hadn’t hit bone. That didn’t change the way his memory had warped after countless nightmares. That didn’t change how Izuku flinched away from him after the fact, body remembering the pain even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Katsuki’s first attempt at suppressing his quirk had been a dismal failure. He’d tried to wear normal winter gloves that he snuck on when his mother hadn’t been looking. They’d just caused him to sweat more, and they’d melted onto his hand when they’d inevitably ignited. He’d ended up in the burn ward next to Izuku, though his injury hadn’t been as severe.
Luckily, or so his doctors told him, his mother knew someone with a healing quirk from her work who was willing to fix his hands. Unlike Izuku, he was only left with minimal scarring from the incident. He’d been discharged and, upon reaching home, his mother had presented him the prototypes for his gloves, designed with a combination of her scientific prowess to suppress the ignition properties of his sweat and his father’s design skills to fit his still growing hands snuggly.
The newest version of those same gloves fought against his quirk as he raged against Izuku for his recklessness. Fucking nerd couldn’t take care of his damn self without Katsuki there. And Katsuki couldn’t trust himself to be there. Not a quirk as destructive as his was. Not with a symbol of his weakness winking at him from under rolled up sleeves.
But Katsuki would try. Katsuki might be making up for his weakness for the rest of his life, but he would make up for it, quirk be damned.
Re: [FILL] Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident TW Graphic Descriptions of Burns (OP)
(Anonymous) 2018-07-05 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident TW Graphic Descriptions of Burns
(Anonymous) 2018-07-09 03:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident [FILL]
(Anonymous) 2018-08-26 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)-----------------
He hadn’t meant to do it.
Deku, fucking Deku, had been chattering away incessantly behind him - heroes or some shit, Katsuki didn’t remember. What he did remember was that Deku was loud, and he was annoying, it was too fucking hot and Katsuki was sick of him.
“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki had snarled. He swung around, ready to hit the snivelling little fuck. It was a familiar scene, one that had happened too many times before and might have happened many times more. Thunder and fire and rage crackled to life in his palms, and the full force of it struck Deku across the face.
There was a blast; a cry of pain; a body crumpling to the ground; silence.
Deku didn’t get back up.
Katsuki hadn’t meant to do it. But in the wake of panic after, teachers yelling and the paramedics fretting and Deku being so, so still, he learned that intent didn’t mean shit when you hurt someone.
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“Why did you do it?” His principal questioned.
Because he was annoying. Because he wouldn’t shut up. Because he wouldn’t leave Katsuki alone. Because Deku was a useless little bastard who needed to learn his place. Because it had happened before and no one ever told Katsuki to stop.
A million excuses ran through Katsuki’s mind, but the words sat heavy on his tongue. He stayed silent. His mother grumbled and griped at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything at all.
Maybe, Katsuki thought, maybe he wasn’t the greatest after all.
Maybe he was just another villain in the making.
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His mother dragged him to the burn center Deku was staying at. She’d hissed something like ‘damn brat, you need to see just what the fuck you’ve done to Inko’s kid, maybe you’ll be more careful then’ and Katsuki was in no mood to protest. He wasn’t in a mood to do much of anything lately.
Deku - no, Izuku, Katsuki didn’t have the fucking right to call him useless anymore - Izuku was still. He was so still, and he looked so small, lying on the bed like that. He might have just been sleeping, if it weren’t for the bandages wrapped around his head or the IV hooked up to him. Mrs. Midoriya had been sitting at his bedside, but she turned to face Katsuki and his mother when they entered.
“How is he?” Katsuki’s mother asked. She sounded quiet; hesitant. Katsuki had never heard his mother sound like that before.
Mrs. Midoriya’s eyes were dry for the moment, but they were red and puffy. Her voice cracked when she spoke. “He’s… The doctors said he’s stable. His life isn’t in danger, at least.”
“But he’s not awake yet.”
“No.” Mrs. Midoriya shook her head. “The doctors gave him some anesthesia. It’s… kinder, they say. Than letting him be awake.”
“Inko…” There it was again, that unfamiliar emotion in his mother’s voice. It was so different from her usual self. Katsuki didn’t like it. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll pay the medical bills, I’ll-- Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t make this up to you.”
“It’s not your fault--”
“Yes it fucking is.” Katsuki’s mother spat. “I’m the one who raised this kid. I’m the one who let him think he’s hot shit. I’m the one who has a perfectly healthy brat, while Izuku is-- Fuck.” Her voice cracked, much like Mrs. Midoriya’s had before.
“You couldn’t have known.” Mrs. Midoriya’s voice was soft, forgiving. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t upset. But there’s no use regretting it now. All we can do is try to be better moving forwards.” Her gaze drifted to Katsuki. He looked at anywhere but her. “Katsuki…” She seemed to wrestle with herself for a moment, unsure of what to say. She settled on a question eventually, and asked, “Why did you do it?”
Why did he do it. It’d been the question that had been hurled at him unendingly since it happened. It followed his every waking moment, and, as though that weren’t bad enough, it haunted him in his dreams as well. Why did he do it?
Looking at Izuku right now, looking at Mrs. Midoriya, there was only one answer Katsuki could give.
“Because I’m no better than a villain.”
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Some time later, Izuku shuffled shyly back into class. Katsuki couldn’t help but stare. The left side of his face, where Katsuki had struck him, had turned pink and shiny from scar tissue. Healing quirks could only reduce scars by so much, Katsuki knew, but he hadn’t thought it would be this bad.
His classmates burst into murmurs. If Izuku had been anxious before, then he was straight up terrified now - he looked ready to run and hide at the reaction his appearance garnered.
One of the girls stepped up to him. Katsuki couldn’t remember her quirk, much less her name. “Izuku,” she said, all quiet sympathy and gentle consideration. “Are you okay?”
Izuku seemed to relax, and nodded his assent. He said something that Katsuki tuned out. One by one their classmates walked up to Izuku and either expressed their admiration or their sympathies.
What absolute fucking bullshit. All of them, every single fucking one of them, had been involved in bullying Izuku or had at least not done anything to stop it. And now they were pretending like they actually gave a shit about him. It made Katsuki fucking sick.
He heard the discussion drop to a whisper, and he could feel their eyes on him. He looked away. Let them talk, he thought. He deserved it.
“K-Kacchan.” Someone said from right in front of him. Katsuki looked up - and found himself face to face with Izuku’s sprawling scar.
He felt sick.
“Are you okay?” Izuku asked. Trust him to be the one to care about a villain.
“The fuck does it matter? Why don’t you look after yourself first?” Katsuki scowled back.
Izuku’s face fell, before he had to hurry to reassure his newfound friends who were rightfully and angrily complaining about Katsuki’s response. Katsuki was left alone.
Good. He couldn’t hurt anyone else if he was alone.
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His parents put him into quirk counselling. It was with the counselor at his school, which meant it was all the same bullshit that Katsuki had heard before.
He’d heard it before, but now more than ever he wished that he’d actually learned it. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel like throwing up whenever he saw Izuku’s face.
“You can do many good things with your quirk, but you can also hurt people very easily with it.” The old man said, like it wasn’t the very first thing every kid heard when their quirk first came in. “Do you understand that?”
Yeah. Yeah, Katsuki fucking understood. He understood that better than anyone.
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Katsuki knelt on the ground, coughing up slime and desperate for air. He was scared. He was so, so scared. The heroes weren’t going to do anything - they were going to stand around and wait for help and watch him die. And maybe suffocating slowly was just what a piece of shit like Katsuki deserved, but it didn’t change the fact that he was goddamn terrified.
(It fucking figured that the one time he got over himself enough to use his quirk, it ended up making things even more difficult for him.)
But then Izuku had come out of nowhere, like some goddamn saintly angel sent from the heavens. Like a true hero. Katsuki had that thought he’d die, that Izuku would die trying to save him, that they’d both die because he was useless his quirk was useless the heroes knew he wasn’t worth saving - but he didn’t. They didn’t.
And now Katsuki was catching his breath on the ground, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. The heroes crowded around him praising his bravery and his quirk, and all he could think was a quirkless middle schooler is braver than all of you and nothing about my quirk is worth praising.
After a while, the paramedics deem him healthy enough to not need hospital treatment, despite nearly suffocating to death moments before. Izuku had been allowed to leave long before; Katsuki would have to catch up to him. He had things to say.
Katsuki found Izuku along the path to Izuku’s apartment complex. “Oi, nerd.” Katsuki called.
He saw Izuku flinch at his voice before turning to face him. It had been years, but some fears don’t go away. “K-Kacchan? What is i-it?”
The words felt lodged in his throat. The silence hung heavy between them for a moment, before Katsuki finally forced his voice out. “Why the hell did you do it?
“H-huh?”
“Why did you save me?”
Izuku looked bewildered. “Didn’t I say? You looked like you needed help.”
“But why?” Katsuki pressed. “Why me? When I…” His gaze fixed on the scar.
Izuku seemed to understand. “Kacchan, that was years ago.“ He said, and Katsuki hated it, hated the concern on his face. He didn’t deserve anything from anyone, least of all from Izuku. “You didn’t know any better.”
“I should have.” Katsuki said.
“But you didn’t.” Izuku repeated. “And now you do. There’s no use regretting it now. All you can do is try to be better moving forwards.”
A memory stirred, in Katsuki’s mind. Mrs. Midoriya had said the same thing nine years ago, in that hospital room. He didn’t - he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve kindness. He remembered the crackle-pop of heat in his palms, and the impact of hitting Izuku. He didn’t deserve shit.
And yet Izuku saved him anyway.
Katsuki saw so clearly in his mind’s eye the image of Izuku running, the only hero on the scene willing to try.
He spent eight fucking years regretting everything. Eight years trying to run away. He’ll never make it okay, but it doesn’t mean he can’t start trying.
“I better see you at UA, nerd.” Katsuki said.
Katsuki could tell how unexpected the statement is. He spent three years bullying Izuku, and eight years ignoring him; of course it was unexpected. But he wasn’t taking it back.
After a moment, Izuku broke into a grin. “You too, Kacchan! Let’s do our best!”
It wasn’t perfect. It would never be perfect. But it was a start, and Katsuki would be damned if he ever stopped trying.
Re: Bakugou - childhood trauma over quirk accident [FILL] OP
(Anonymous) 2018-08-27 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)