I'm going to be writing a chapter 2 from the OC's perspective. If y'all would like to see more, let me know. Or if you want to request a story just let me know. Currently on an MHA kick. XD

Also! I'm now on AO3 under Bella_Donna_poison if y'all wanna read stuff there too.

P.S. no graphic depictions of abuse or what not, but this does deal with domestic violence. If that is a trigger please scroll on.

~D.R. Out

P.S.S. I don't have a beta reader, so I am going through and editing and re-uploading any mistakes I find. ^_^ Let me know if you find any!


It was six o'clock in the morning and already the apartment above him was already loud as usual. It only started being loud after his neighbor's moved in. Some couple. Honestly he couldn't care less, they weren't villains, Deku, or Icy-Hot.

The sound of glass shattering had him pausing in the attempt of removing his boots. His hero costume still on besides the grenades and gauntlets. Crimson eyes were focused on the ceiling. The sound of sobbing echoing faintly, feminine. Closing his eyes and standing up fully, Katsuki ran his gloved fingers through his hair.

"Are you stupid?!" He paused, listening with rapt attention. This wasn't the first time he had heard that man screaming at her. Glass shattered again, the crying got louder and then a door slammed. Katsuki could not leave her like that. Not as a hero and not as a man.

Once upon a time, back when he was at UA he would have turned a blind eye and ignored it. It wouldn't have concerned him, if you weren't strong enough to defend yourself then you were...useless and weak. Now though? Now he understood he needed to protect those people. After all, if he didn't...who would?

Slipping back into his left boot he left the apartment and took the elevator up to the second floor. As he arrived a man stalked past, dark blue eyes flashing dangerously at the pro hero. Katsuki scowled back, letting smoke fill his palms in warning as the man entered the elevator that Bakugou just exited. He waited a few moments, listening to the elevator leave. Then, he walked to the apartment that would be just above his. Apartment 213.

Hesitating a fraction of a second, he raised a fist and knocked. He heard movement, a choked female voice calling out that she would just be one moment. Concerned filled him at that soft broken tone, voice cracking and watery. And suddenly he was happy he had come up here.

Abruptly the door opened. Her brilliant teal eyes were red and puffy and the long dark blue, almost col-bolt, hair was messy and everywhere. She had a soft gray knitted sweater, turtleneck and...the sleeve had come down. His red eyes briefly focused on that slender wrist, dark black finger print shaped bruised with yellowing older bruises. He could feel his palms tingling, itching to tear into whoever had done that.

"S...sir...how..how can I help you?" That soft voice, so quiet and sad. His hard red irises flickered back to her softer blue ones.

"I heard shouting...and glass breaking." He stated, getting strait to the point. Which upon second thought might not have been the best thing. She sniffed and looked down quickly.

"I'm..I'm sorry. I'm clumsy. I dropped a bowl and it broke. It won't happen again." That nervous smile irked him.

"And did that bowl yell at you?" He challenged, raising his eyebrow. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away, silently taking a step back and pulling the door forward.

"I think your ears are playing tricks on you sir. I've gotta go now." As the door closed in his face Katsuki decided then and there he would save her. If it was the last thing he did. Domestic abuse cases were always tricky. But he couldn't do anything without proper evidence.


It was eight AM. He should have been sleeping. He had showered, eaten and had his comfiest set of sweat pants on. Arms crossed behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling imagining that small woman. His thoughts kept cycling back to her. All alone, scared, probably hurt. Clicking his tounge against his teeth in irritation he got up.

Overly warm hands grabbed his phone and opened up his music, playing a familiar song. He had to calm himself before he blew up his phone. Eijirou loved this song for whatever reason. As "Lean On Me" started to play he went out onto the balcony. Since he couldn't sleep he might as well get some of the fresh crisp autumn air. And maybe his neighbor would hear that song and know she could lean on him.