Chapter 1

"To the Beginning"

Author's Note/:

Hey, people on the other side of the screen. I'mgoing to try to keep this short, well this is my first fan fiction so it may be in some cases a little bit bad, but who knows maybe someone out there would like it. I'm going to try really hard to have no grammar/spelling mistakes and make it realistic as possible to the anime/manga. In this particular story, it's a Bakugou X Reader fan fiction so please feel free to leave suggestions and criticism on the story or anything in general. Open to anything really. Well I think this is enough to say for now. I know sometimes Author's Notes get really boring :P.

Disclaimers:

This story does contain swear words

Most of the character in this story are from the anime/manga Boku No Hero Academia or My Hero Academia so all rights belong to them. I'm just writing a fan fiction based on their storyline.

Chapter 1

"To The Beginning"

~ 8 Years Ago ~

"Mommy where are you going? I asked, pulling on her pants. She didn't reply. "Mommy please don't leave me and dad. I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise. If you're happy, I'm happy." I smiled, and mom looked at me and smiled back. She finally spoke "Sweetie, I'm not leaving anyone, don't worry, I'm going to be right here with you." My parents are the type to fight day and night (physically and verbally), the only reason they still stayed together was because of me. I was the one that kept bringing them back together. They stayed because of me. I'm so grateful and selfish for that.

"I'm going to be right here with you." was the last words my mom ever spoke to me, after that day she fled unknowingly. I looked for her day and night. My dad kept telling me she'll come back but she never did. Later on I found out it was because of our family, because of me and my dad. She says we were holding her back in life. She said that life is short and can't be wasted with raising another life. But I'm still grateful that they tried to keep me happy first. I'm grateful for experiencing love. That they cared so much about me that they stayed for this long. But, I'm still selfish that I didn't think of them first, was the reason of me trying to keep them together because of the thought of me being alone or was it because deep down I knew they really loved each other but their differences gotten in the way. But if it was true love would differences even matter. Does true love even exist? These thoughts kept on pestering inside my head getting deeper and deeper, until I came to one conclusion. That mom made the right decision. You only have one life so live it the way you please. If mom died unhappy I would feel like it would be my fault so I thank my mom for not creating that guilt that could be. I thank you mom for going to live happy.

I never saw my mom after she spoke those words. It kinda hurt that she at least didn't even hug me. But, as long as she is happy, I will be happy. After they officially got divorced, it seemed quiet at first my dad rarely spoke. At first he seemed a lot happier like a bird in a cage let free. A week passed on, and it was a summer night. "Daddu, I'm home. I'm sorry I came later than usual, my friend got hurt so I made a bandage for him with stems and leaves!" No response. "Dad you even home?" I came to the living room and saw my dad on the couch with this foaming white liquid in his mouth. At first, I thought he fell asleep, with some white shit in his mouth. I went to go wake him up. "daddu wake up, you should sleep in your room, not on the couch, and what's that white stuff in your mouth? Hahah Were you eating whip cream and fell asleep. Hehah" No response. *shake* *shake* "Come on dad, this isn't funny anymore wake up!" I start to pull on his arm…. no response. In the back of my head I knew what was really going on. A feeling in my stomach started to twist and churn, I felt like my heart stopped, it was getting hard to breathe. Nothing was there anymore it was just me tugging on my dad to wake up. Slowly things started to blur and slow down. "Daddy, dad, please wake up, I-I l-love you you know that right, dad wake up please. Why aren't you getting up!" I rushed next door to get some help but it felt like I was taking forever, that I wasn't trying hard enough. The neighbors rushed in, police and ambulances came. In those few moments I felt useless.

My dad ended up committing suicide by drinking some harmful toxic chemicals which would explain the foam in his mouth. I didn't understand why my dad would do that. Why would he take his own life? Is that what made him happy? What happened before I came home, what caused him to leave all of us, to leave me behind? At 6 years old I was put into the foster care system. I won't forget any lessons my real parents taught me, and one of their most important lessons that they ever taught me was always take the good from the situation not the bad. Sometimes my own parents would forget that lesson as well. That lesson also taught me to be more grateful for what I had, so I looked at going into the foster care system as a good thing. There's always people that have got thing worse than me so I have no right to complain or be mad about it, was what I kept telling myself.

My original family wasn't poor but they weren't rich either so they decided to focus more on feeding me into a healthy being then the area that I was being brought up in which was the slums of Japan, and the slums of japan I stayed even in the foster care system. See people needed money in the slums and taking care of me brought them money so into their sense I was a valuable to keep around. Which made a great joke to tell. I was happy to be learning so much from these different families. Each family had something new to offer, something new to learn. I learned to fight in my first family, their quirks were based off of muscle strength and decided to run a little boot camp for money, and since I was sort of part of their family now they started to teach me as well. The second I learned to cook and paint, wasn't really great at painting though. As I moved from family to family I learned many things, and one of the things I learned, was there was actually a thing called heroes. People that use their quirks to help others, just the thought of that made me so happy. I knew from right then and there what I wanted to be. As for my quirk, I don't think mine has come around yet. Can't really afford to go to a doctor so we will just have to wait and see.

Author Note/: Thank you to who ever made it to the bottom and read all of the story cuz I think it might be boring at some parts but idk. I know there wasn't much about BNHA and quirks in this chapter but this is just your background so I promise it will come in the next chapters. Please leave a review and some criticism. 3