Bakugou was a guy who always liked a challenge no matter how hard they appeared. And with his personality being a stick of dynamite, he would always bump heads with anyone who got in his way whether they were authority figures or not.

But, his homeroom teacher was on a whole different level.

That man was a cold bastard.

Bakugou let out a soft grunt as he went to stretch one of his arms, massaging the bicep that was sore, and let out a soft sigh of relief. He was walking back home after the school day was over.

"Fuck, even though I work out almost every day, Aizawa-sensei always manages to make me sore after hero training," muttered Bakugou, though admittedly a part of him grudgingly hate that meant he wasn't putting enough effort into his own training.

"I have to up my training workout, getting sore after hero training is pathetic." thought Bakugou, he could not say the same for his other classmates. Especially the ones who weren't in the most physical condition having to go through Aizawa-sensei training.

Half of them look like zombies after training, and some of them had to be carried by their other classmates to the locker room.

Bakugou felt shivers down his back at remembering his teacher's words.

"You students are training to become heroes if you can't withstand a simple hero training workout, then U.A. is not the place for you."

"Simple hero training, my ass. Making us run two times around the big ass school along with timing us, then exercising till our lungs almost collapse is not the definition of simple," muttered Bakugou.

Now he knows why his teacher had so many rumors about him, the last rumor he heard between the whispers of the other students was how his teacher once expelled an entire class.

He wouldn't put it pass his sensei to have actually done it.

To be fair, from what he heard was that they were nothing but pompous self-entitled assholes. So, good for his teacher to expel them, cause the hero world would sure as hell destroy them.

"Though I agree with sensei, he really should go easy on those extras. I wouldn't call them out of shape, but some of them aren't really fully capable of keeping up with such intense training. Especially since it's barely the beginning of the school year, it's probably the first time they ever fully train their bodies." thought Bakugou.

Yet, he couldn't help but, feel some bitterness at seeing the other students who were able to keep up with their teacher training. Showing that he is not the best out of everyone. Especially the boy with heterochromia eyes and white and red hair.

The mere thought of the boy, made Bakugou click his tongue in displeasure.

Todoroki Shouto.

The son of Endeavor, the number two hero.

A scowl was on Bakugou's face at remembering that hero, a man that Bakugou had no respect for. As odd as that sounds, Bakugou hates seeing that man's face plastered on tv screens or in newspapers.

Now, Bakugou had to see his son almost every day since they share the same classroom. Seeing the mini version of the number two hero on the first day of school brought Bakugou back to that day.

It was destroying everything in its path, Bakugou remember the smell of burning flesh and plywood, it was such a strong smell, he wanted to puke so badly. He and Izuku were trying to hold Shinsou back as he fought against them.

"Y-you can't Hitoshi! The building is going to fall!" cried out Izuku, his face was covered in soot and his eyes were red from the smoke and the tears that were falling from his face.

He wasn't the only one, Bakugou felt tears overwhelming him but, he fought them back.

He needed to keep Hitoshi away from that inferno. Even if his childhood friend sobbing as he begged them to let him go was a gut-wrenching scene to witness.

God, they were barely seven years old.

What the hell did they do to deserve this?

As if the heavens had mercy on them, gray clouds had covertly formed around them.

One raindrop fell to the ground soon following were multiple raindrops with it. But, even the raindrops were not enough to hide the aftermath of that inferno. The charred building was so burnt that the ashes were starting to float away with the rain. The smell of the burnt building was mixing with the rain that not only could you still smell but, almost felt like it was entering your mouth.

Despite that Bakugou remembered the chaos that was happening around them, the loud noise of the sirens, the cries of the others as they were being guided, and police officers yelling in megaphones, everything was just chaos.

Yet that did not matter to Bakugou, as his friends were currently sobbing in his arms.

Bakugou remembers reaching his arms around Shinsou and Izuku. The two of them were in his embrace as they cried their hearts out while Bakugou tried to remind strong unaware of the tears falling from his face.

Lifting his head up towards the rain as if trying to gain the last remnants of his emotions, Bakugou remembers seeing in the distance the man that was the cause of this incident.

A tall, sturdily-built man with a very muscular physique with short crimson hair spiked up around his head, and sharp expressionless turquoise eyes as they observed the scene around him.

Those damn turquoise eyes held no sympathy or guilt for his mistake.

That made Bakugou feel a deep hatred every time it passed his mind.

Now, he has to experience seeing those damn similar eyes in front of him every day.

It wasn't fair, it's almost like the past always comes back to haunt him. Now, he had to see the number two hero son being the perfect prodigy and the whispers of being the potential next number two or one hero.

It fucking pissing him off, seeing how Todoroki wasn't even showing the full potential of his quirk almost like he was holding back. The thought alone makes him furious at seeing the resemblance to his father. A man who considers everyone below him, Bakugou bet Todoroki thought similarly to that bastard.

But, he was not going to back down from this obstacle. Bakugou was going to become number one no matter what, hell he was even considering that number two was not a bad position.

Call him petty or whatever.

But you're not any different from Endeavour, uh Bakugou…

"Shut the fuck up" muttered Bakugou under his breath.

Passing by the playground once again, he quickly ignores the feeling of longing for bitter memories. Continuing on, Bakugou reached his house, and as he entered his home he was met with silence.

Not bothering in wallowing in his thoughts, he went up the stairs and headed to his room. Settling his backpack near his desk by the widow, Bakugou went towards his bed and landed on it with a soft thud.

Staring at the ceiling where he had one of his All Might posters located, he began speaking out loud to himself.

"I have to start training for the Sports Festival, I'll show those extras from the other classes who they're messing with. Who the fuck do they think they are to comment about us being cocky when they're the ones who were seeking us out. Fucking pathetic." Muttered Bakugou.

Remembering how during lunch, other first-year students from the different classes were whispering about how class 1a was acting all cocky and arrogant about the Sports Festival after their experience in USJ. Just because they overheard those extras in his class chatting about how it would be scary because of the public and pro-heroes but, not as bad as what they experienced at U.S.J.

They had to face villains who would have killed them without hesitation. So, no they were not acting arrogant about the Sports Festival, they were just happy that they were going to experience a normal school event.

Letting out a loud sigh, Bakugou stared at the All Might poster that was a couple of years old and was based on All Might's prime years as a pro-hero. Not that All Might was old, he was still badass in Bakugou's opinion.

In big bright red letters were the words "Plus Ultra, Young Heroes!"

Nostalgia came over him at remembering his parents' reaction to his decision of entering U.A.

It was rare for Bakugou to have dinner with his parents after what happened, often time they would either have eaten before getting home or arrive late at night and eat by themselves. He prefer eating by himself, the silence was better unlike with his parents that felt like it was suffocating him.

Today was one of those rare moments, his mother had arrived early and was making dinner while his father had arrived from work, a couple of minutes before.

Bakugou's father was the first one at the table, as his mother had called for him to come. Bakugou got to the bottom of the stairs and headed toward the table. His father was sitting on the chair at the side. He offered a small smile that did not match his tired eyes.

Bakugou offer a nod as he sat on the other side of the table that was facing his father. His mother, who oddly enough had remained quiet without her usual yelling had set their plates down. As she sat in the chair between his father and him, Bakugou glanced down at what his mother made today.

It was egg and pork curry soup and a side plate of moon-shaped dumplings, some of his favorite foods he enjoy. Ignoring that warm feeling in his heart, he begins to eat. It was delicious but he had wished it was a bit spicier. Though, he knew better and kept the thought to himself.

However, he noticed in front of him there was a bottle of hot sauce.

Taken back because he remember that the table had been empty minus their plates.

He glanced toward his parents who were quietly eating, not questioning the confused expression on his face. Bakugou decided it was better not to ask questions and went to use the bottle of hot sauce for his soup.

Dinner had been quiet until his mother decided to break the silence with the dreadful question that made Bakugou flinch.

"It's almost the end of your last middle school year, have you decided what high school you want to attend?"

"Mitsuki…" spoke his father, his voice was gentle but Bakugou could hear the subtle reprimand of this not being the right time to ask.

"I'm just asking Masaru" spoke Mitsuki, with a glare pointed at Masaru.

Masaru let out a tired sigh as if this was a normal reaction of his wife.

Bakugou stared at his bowl of soup as dread covered his body. He knew he would have to tell them sooner or later, but now faced with the situation, Bakugou questioned his choices.

"Well, have you? If you haven't that's fine, you have many options. I heard Akiho High School is a decent school. They rank in the Top 10 and there are good portions of after-school activities. Or Hisayuki High School, it is known to have a lot of international students and with the grades you have they will definitely accept you."

"Akiho High School isn't a bad choice for Katsuki, I heard they have good sports programs," commented Masaru.

"Yeah, it may be far but it would be worth it for Katsuki since they have more opportunities for him."

Bakugou knew he needed to say it now, gathering all the courage within him.

"U.A.," said Bakugou, he cringed as his voice sounded small.

Dead silence filled the table, it felt like it could be cut with a knife. Bakugou had been staring at his bowl of soup as he slowly move his attention to his parents.

They were staring at him in surprise.

"Did I hear that right, Katsuki? U.A." spoke his mother, displeasure in her voice.

"Yes, I already fill out the paperwork. The only thing left is to take the entrance exam," said Bakugou.

"Why the hell U.A. Katsuki! Surely you can go to any other high school!" yelled Mitsuki, as she slam her spoon against the table.

"Calm down, Mitsuki. Maybe he wants to go into the general education department. I heard that it's one of the best in Japan." spoke Masaru, trying to ease the tension at the table but Bakugou could see the conflicted emotions in his eyes.

Bakugou's father was wrong about the department.

"Hero department."

Mitsuki and Masaru turned toward Bakugou, who without breaking eye contact spoke in a determined voice.

"The hero department is what I aim for."

He hated that their expression changed to disapproval.

"Then that means…" muttered his father.

"You want to be a pro-hero." finished his mother.

Those few seconds of silence ended when Mitsuki slam her hands on the table causing the bowls of soup to spill some of his contents.

"Why the fuck do you want to be an fucking hero!?" snarled Mitsuki, her eyes red with fury.

Bakugou felt a feeling of rage at his mother's question, turning to glare at her.

"What the fuck do you mean?! I always wanted to be a hero!" (It's a promise I made)

"You should know heroes are nothing but lairs and fucking bastards. Remember what happened to your Aunt Ari and Uncle Touma- !"

"I know old hag! You don't think I would forget, I was fucking there! I'm not going to be like that bastard! I'm going to be a fucking strong pro-hero that becomes number one and -" Bakugou was unable to finish his sentence as his mother interrupt with a frustrated voice.

"And what?! With how you behave and treat others you act more like -"

"Mitsuki!" shouted Masaru, his voice filled with indignation at the comment towards their son.

Mitsuki flinched at realizing what she was about to say if Masaru did not stop her.

Bakugou's eyes went wide as he was taken aback by the comment. She did not need to finish it for Bakugou to know what she meant.

He knew what they thought of him, while they never had said it to his face, he saw the expression in their eyes.

"Katsuki, your mother did not mean to say that. We just want the best for you and we think U.A. is not it. Besides, you haven't seen the other options available for you." said his father as he tried to comfort him. Bakugou saw that his mother had a guilty expression and was avoiding looking at him.

"No, I am going to U.A. whether you agree or disagree," said Bakugou, dead set on not backing down.

"Fine! Go to U.A. and become a fucking hero!" shouted Mitsuki as she angrily got up from her seat causing the rest of her soup to spill. Ignoring the spilled soup, Mitsuki headed to her room, the loud slam of the door could be heard throughout the room.

Masaru let out a tired sigh.

"Katsuki if you are done eating you can head to your room."

"I can help you clean the table," muttered Bakugou, he did not expect his mother to sort of accepted his decision. But, the confrontation still took a toll on him.

"It's alright Katsuki. I can do it by myself, go rest up… You need all your energy for the entrance exam." spoke his father, who was cleaning up the table. Bakugou could see his father was trying to be positive after his mother's outburst.

It felt weird hearing his father give him a sort of encouragement.

That warm feeling was coming back.

I can't believe you're my son…

Biting his bottom lip, Bakugou hesitantly nodded his head and headed up the stairs. Before he was able to go up, he hear his father gentle voice called out to him.

"Katsuki."

"Yeah?" said Bakugou as he turned towards where his father was standing.

"...You'll be a great hero."

His father had a small gentle smile and his tired eyes softened as they stare at Bakugou who had no clue how to respond but offered a stiff smile. As he went up the stairs, he noticed that his father's expression was something akin to supportive, and oddly enough almost as if his father felt…

Proud.

Bakugou knew that they wouldn't react well to his decision but, he was thankful it didn't escalate as badly as he had imagined.

Suddenly he heard his phone make a notification noise, getting up from his bed Bakugou headed towards his backpack. Retrieving his phone he saw that it was a message from Kirishima.

After the U.S.J attack, Kirishima had offered his phone number if they ever wanted to chat or hang out after school. Bakugou doesn't remember the last time he had a friend who offered to do those things.

He had two but, they were long gone.

Hey Bakugou! I wanted to ask if you want to be training buddies for the upcoming Sports Festival?! I know you're going to want to train by yourself but a training buddy can help!

Bakugou let out a scoff at the request of Kirishima, but strangely he found it brave that he wanted to ask him.

Oi shitty hair, if want to be training buddies why didn't you ask me face to face? And through a text too?

Waiting for a reply Bakugou thought to himself about accepting Kirishima's request.

He never really trained with someone. A part of him remembers that childish promise he made to his two best friends in working together to be great heroes.

He wonders if things were different between them would they still be together?

Before letting his thoughts consume him, his phone let out a ding.

Aww don't be like that Bakugou. You break my heart! (Q_Q)

I wanted to tell you before the bell rang but, you didn't seem to be in a good mood. So I thought it be better to text you later.

Bakugou had forgotten that he left school in a bad mood, those extras in the other departments made him upset when they whispered all those baseless rumors about them. It reminded him of his years back in middle school. Sighing to himself, Bakugou decides to do something out of his comfort zone and reply back to Kirishima.

Yeah, was sort of pissed off and sure shitty hair, let's be training buddies.

After sending it, Kirishima reply that they could speak more in detail tomorrow at school, agreeing with it Bakugou bid Kirishima goodbye.

Bakugou felt a smile on his face. Not thinking too much of it, he went towards his bed and decided to take a nap before he did some homework.

Kirishima let out a joyful shout at seeing the message from Bakugou. Honestly, he thought Bakugou was going to bluntly reject his request. But, he was glad his friend decide to agree.

He quickly replies to Bakugou about discussing it tomorrow at school, his friend agrees with it and bids him goodbye.

Kirishima went to lay on his bed and lifted his phone up to see the message of Bakugou accepting his request even if it was a sentence reply.

"Eijiro, food is ready!"

"I'll be there in a moment, mom!" shouted Kirishima as he got up from his bed and headed downstairs. Getting to the bottom stairs, Kirishima saw both of his mothers sitting down at the table with his two siblings.

"What's with the shouting Eijiro?!" asked his mom, who had short light red hair and red eyes. She was a muscular woman and had a pretty face. She was wearing a sports outfit meaning she probably got home from work.

"Oh it was nothing mom, just got excited because a friend of mine is going to be my training partner for the upcoming Sports Festival," mumbled Kirishima, embarrassed that his parents heard him.

"Ah! I see, well if you guys need any help in training don't be shy to ask!" happily shouted his mom, Kirishima couldn't help but sweatdrop at his mom's reply.

"Dear, they are training for the Sports Festival, not the Olympics." interjected his mama, she had long black hair and purple eyes. His mama was wearing a grey shirt and a long skirt.

Kirishima always heard his mom compare his mama to the moon during a dark night. She had a calm personality different from his mom who is loud and energetic.

Sometimes he questions how they fell in love, his mom was a sports trainer and his mama was a bookseller. But as that saying goes 'opposites attract.'

"I know my love, but I can give some good advice!"

"I don't doubt that dear. But, the Sports Festival is different from your normal sporting event."

"I suppose you're right." mumbled his mom as she slump her head down depressed. His mama was patting his mom's back in a comforting manner.

"Don't worry mom, if I need any advice in working on my endurance I know who to go to!" said Kirishima as he knew his mom just wanted to be of help to him.

Hearing that his mom lifted her head up with a bright smile. Kirishima remembers his mama often saying he smiles just like his mom.

"I know many exercises and tips on endurance building!"

His mom was about to continue but his mama intervened.

"Which you can discuss later, right now is dinner so let's eat before it gets cold." spoke his mama, her voice carrying a firm tone.

His two siblings who were twins with black hair and red eyes nodded in agreement as they were waiting to start eating.

"Yeah, dinner!" cried the twins.

Kirishima and his mom let out an awkward laugh as they began to eat.

It was a comforting and relaxing dinner, they were taking turns talking about the different stuff they all did. His parents were talking about their work, and his siblings talking about their day at school. They would occasionally laugh at something funny that happen.

As they were talking, Kirishima glanced toward the window near the table as he heard gentle tapping against the window. He saw that the sky had turned gray and was getting windy and it appeared that it would rain.

It reminds him of someone.

"Eijiro, is everything alright?" asked his mama, her face furrowed into a frown at seeing him dazing off.

"Oh sorry mama, I was thinking of something."

"Hm, is it about this friend of yours?" said his mom with a suggestive voice.

"N-No mom, he's just a friend!" shouted Kirishima, his face matching his hair.

"Don't make fun of our son, dear." said his mama as she lightly slap his mom's head.

"Ow! Sorry Eijiro, I didn't mean it rudely."

"It's okay mom… it's just that I want to figure out how to get closer to him without making him uncomfortable," muttered Kirishima, remembering the first time they had met at the entrance exam.

He had finished off a couple of robots and was trying to find more so, he had been running for a while. After a couple of minutes of wandering, he heard a loud explosion, and while he knew he should look for more robots his curiosity won him over.

Following the smoke, he encountered a massacre of robots. At the center of it was a boy with short spiky sandy blonde hair and red eyes.

Kirishima's eyes went wide from admiration of the display of power, he was still like a statue as he and the boy's eyes met. His stoic red eyes that held a fire made Kirishima forget how to breathe.

Before his brain could process anything, Kirishima saw the boy running towards him. Startled at this action, Kirishima thought for a second that the boy was going to attack him.

"W-wait!" cried out Kirishima, his hands up in the air as a sign of peace.

Instead, the boy had passed him, as Kirishima turned around to see where the boy was. He saw that a couple of feet away was one of the exam robots. The boy raised his right hand and released a huge explosion that took down the robot the size of a building.

Kirishima had not been expecting one of the robots for the entrance exam to sneak up behind him. It reminded him that his carelessness almost got him hurt.

Before Kirishima could continue his self-hatred, he saw the boy turn around towards him with a smirk on his face.

"Oi shitty hair, you're lucky I save your ass."

Kirishima couldn't help but let out a laugh, " I guess so, thanks for the assistance."

The boy let out a scoff, "Hah I only did it for the exam points… and you had your back open shitty hair."

Kirishima oddly enough did not feel offended, he had a smile on his face.

"Still thanks, bro! And that punch you threw was awesome! What's your name?!"

Kirishima didn't know why but the boy's stoic expression morph into one of surprise. Like the boy was not used to people being friendly. The boy quickly composes himself and let out a fake cough.

"... My name is Bakugou Katsuki."

"Nice to you meet, Bakugou! My name is Kirishima Eijiro! Is that your quirk?! It's so manly!"

"Oi, you do know we are in the middle of an entrance exam?" said Bakugou with raised eyebrows as he questioned Kirishima's friendliness.

"Well yeah but I don't think it is bad to compliment someone during the entrance exam. Especially since they save me from that three-point robot." Kirishima gestured towards the robot that was on the ground with a huge burn mark.

"Whatever shitty hair, you might want to hurry and collect more points, the entrance exam is almost over," said Bakugou as he headed in the opposite direction of Kirishima.

"Shit really!" cried out Kirishima, he check how many points he had and realize he needed to get a few more points to ensure acceptance.

Before leaving Kirishima turned to Bakugou and shouted, "Thank you Bakugou, and good luck!"

He hears Bakugou mutter "I don't need your useless good luck, I rely on myself. So, focus on yourself, shitty hair."

Kirishima let out a loud laugh as he started to run.

"Alright, Bakugou! Then I'll see you again at U.A.!"

Kirishima had admire Bakugou's confidence and wanted to become his friend when he saw that he and Bakugou were in the same class. At first, it was hard to do since the boy had a fiery temper that matches a volcano. But, he did not mind it since he figure it was Bakugou's own way of expressing himself.

Yet for some reason, Kirishima always felt that Bakugou had walls around him as if he was afraid of accepting people. The way he keeps everyone at a distance even when people would offer compliments, something that Bakugou was keen about.

He would smugly accept them but Kirishima had seen the empty eyes on his face when no one was looking.

It reminded him of middle school when he felt that he was behind everyone as they all were making great achievements. While he barely manage his grades and was a weakling. That his life was worthless.

"Maybe it is, you barely got accepted into U.A.," thought a small voice in his head.

Ignoring the voice, Kirishima wanted to help his friend or at least provide support, Kirishima did not know if he had a savior complex but he remembered that sort of mindset was dangerous.

He remembers the bottle of pills he had grabbed from his mama's medicine cabinet. The thoughts were running wild in his head as the bottle of pills was resting on top of his desk. His tears had dry up on his face as his hand shaking reached for the bottle of pills.

He just wanted the pain to end.

If his mom hadn't arrived home early from work, Kirishima did not want to imagine the scene his mom would have witnessed.

"Well, Eijiro I think you being at his side should be enough." said his mom, breaking Kirishima from his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Your mom is right. Just letting them know that you are there whenever they need a shoulder to rely on is good enough, Eijiro." interjected his mama, who extended a hand towards Kirishima's red hair and gently pat it.

His mama and mom had gentle smiles at the

kindness of Kirishima.

It brought comfort but also hurt knowing about the dark thoughts he had when he should be grateful for having a good life and wonderful parents and siblings.

"Alright mama and mom, I'll do that," said Kirishima with a big smile on his face.

Bakugou wishes he could disappear just so he could forget everything.

It was late at night and Bakugou was doing homework when he hears his mother yelling. Not that it was unusual but most of the time it was directed toward him or his father.

Bakugou knew eavesdropping was bad but, who was going to stop him?

Opening the door of his room quietly Bakugou headed towards the stairs but stop when he reach the end of the wall that let him peek towards the bottom floor where his mother was currently with her phone.

His mother was pacing back and forth, as she was arguing with the person on the other line.

"What the fuck do you mean you are working overtime?!"

Now it made sense, it was his father on the other line.

"The excuse of working overtime isn't going to work every fucking time Masaru! If you find your family tiring just say it!"

"I'm not being dramatic!"

"Oh, you say that but you end up coming home drunk!"

"Don't fucking turn this against me!"

"Yes you are and I work overtime too, Masaru and you don't see me coming home drunk!"

"Masaru! Masaru! Ugh, he fucking hang me up!" shouted his mother as she threw her phone into the couch. Bakugou involuntarily flinches at his mother's action.

He knew this was not going to end well, his mother's temper was unpredictable so yelling was bound to happen.

So, his father would probably arrive when his mother was asleep or either tomorrow in the morning so he wouldn't have to deal with her yelling. Bakugou sighs to himself knowing that he would have to help his father if he comes before the sun rises. The last time he came home from supposedly working overtime he ended up passing out on the couch and his mother found him and before long yelling could be heard throughout the house.

Bakugou heard his mother let out a frustrated shout as she muttered out an "fuck it". Before long she headed to the kitchen and exited with a bottle of wine. Sitting on the couch his mother opened the bottle of wine and began to gulp it down.

Bakugou lowered his eyes at the realization that his mother was going to drink to ease her temper.

In other words till she becomes unconscious.

He hates that his parents rely on alcohol to help their emotions or make them forget.

"At least there won't be any yelling." Thought Bakugou, trying to think on the bright side even if he knew it was hopeless thinking.

Remember you played a part in your parents ending up like this.

"Shut up." Muttered Bakugou, as one of the voices that Bakugou hated spoke.

Guilt slowly crept inside his mind at remembering how his parents became attached to alcohol.

Especially after Izuku's death.

Alcohol was like oxygen to them, when the world became too much for them to handle, the sweet addictive taste of liquor was too good to pass and was what made them temporarily forget the pains of life.

He told himself that no matter what, he won't let his thoughts lead him that path. Watching his parents be consumed by it was painful enough.

Before his thoughts could consume him, he saw that his mother had already finish the bottle of wine and was heading to get another or probably a beer.

Frowning, Bakugou knew he couldn't do anything unless he wanted to face his mother's wrath. Returning to his room, Bakugou checked his phone and saw that it was close to nine. Doing some quick math, Bakugou told himself his mother would pass out in two or three hours with how fast she was consuming alcohol .

So, he would check up on her around that time to help her to bed and wait for his father to come home.

Bakugou would laugh at the irony, he's doing a similar action that they did when he was a kid when he used to fall asleep in random places.

He feels nothing but emptiness at those painful memories.

Ignoring those sentiments, he decided to use this opportunity to do some early readings for some of his classes. Not only did he needed to be on the top in hero training but also in his school work.

Before he knew it, time went by as he checked his phone and realized that it was close to twelve. Getting up from his desk, he exited his room and stopped towards the edge of the wall, he saw his mother was laying on the couch.

Going down the stairs and standing close to the couch, Bakugou saw the multiple cans of beer and the empty bottle of wine his mother had first consumed on the small table in front of the couch.

His mother was snoring with no care in the world, Bakugou's nose wrinkled at the strong scent of alcohol that covered her. The oddly quiet Bakugou did not utter a sound as he gently lifted her up.

His younger version would have to wake her up to carefully guide her to her room. Now that he has some muscles he could easily carry his parents without the need to wake them up.

Carefully climbing the stairs, he headed towards his mother's room on the other side of the house. Bakugou was able to open the door with ease as he entered and placed his mother on the bed. Grabbing one of the folded blankets he covers his mother and helps remove her slippers.

His mother was too passed out to notice these actions, Bakugou sighs to himself at seeing his mother's condition. Turning to leave he saw that near the bed on the table was a picture frame.

It had five adults and three kids, and was taken by the park in their neighborhood.

It felt like a knife was stabbing his heart at seeing the happy smiles they were wearing and the remainder of the times where they were all happy.

Looking away before it became too much, Bakugou went to close the door and was going to head downstairs to wait for his father. When he heard the front door being unlocked.

"At least he came after the old hag passed out." Bakugou told himself, getting to the last step of the stairs he saw his father stumbling into the house.

His father's face was flushed red that his glasses could not hide his condition and his brown spikey hair was more messy than usual. His tan coat was hanging loose from his shoulders, one was higher up than the other.

Bakugou put his best stoic expression to hide the sadness at seeing his father's state.

Bakugou's father, unaware of his son's presence, was trying to head towards the stairs when he ended up tripping over his own foot.

Before his face could make contact with the ground, two arms managed to catch him.

Looking up, Bakugou's father saw that it was his son.

"O-oh Katsuki, did I wake you up? Hiccup." Said Bakugou's father, his voice was slurred. He lifted himself off his son and appeared to be embarrassed.

"I was awake, old man, doing some school work." Said Bakugou as the lie came smoothly out of his mouth.

"Oh I see, well it's already late, you should go to sleep, you have school tomorrow." Said his father as he started to walk towards the stairs but before he could take a couple more steps he felt his son grabbing his arm.

"Alright old man, but before that let's get you to your bed. I rather you not fall down the stairs." Muttered Bakugou in a monotone voice, his eyes avoiding his father's eyes.

Whether his father was already used to this or was too tired to say something, Bakugou does not know.

His father simply nodded his head and allowed himself to be guided by his son.

Bakugou knows his father saw the multiple empty cans of beer, and the wine bottle by the couch yet he remained quiet about the scene.

Getting up the stairs, Bakugou with his half asleep father headed to the other side of the house to one of the guest rooms. In the opposite direction of his mother's room.

His parents haven't slept on the same bed for a few years.

They gave him the excuse that both needed their own personal space but Bakugou knew it was more than that.

His parents can barely stay in a room for less than five minutes without an argument occuring or complete silence.

Bakugou sometimes question if his parents still have some love for each other to remain together or if they just doing it for his sake.

If they're doing it for him, he prefered that they don't. It was doing more harm than good.

He knew life hated him so his parents separating would hurt but he was used to pain.

Bakugou and his father arrived at the guest room and entered the room.

Bakugou helps his father remove his coat and guide him to the bed. After removing his shoes Bakugou went to grab another folded blanket and cover his father who had fallen into unconsciousness.

He closed the door to his father's room and went downstairs once again to clean up the mess his mother left behind. Finishing up Bakugou headed back to his room to sleep before he had to wake in a few more hours for school.

Before going to sleep, he was setting his alarm on his phone when a sense of nostalgia made him retrieve an old memory hidden in his drawer.

Opening his drawer at the bottom of it was a picture with three small boys with bright smiles and were hugging arms to arms.

Unaware of Bakugou, a small smile was on his face and his eyes were glassy, reminiscent of old times.

"What I wouldn't do to go back to those times." Muttered Bakugou, letting himself be vulnerable in the walls of his room. Resting the picture close to his face as he let out deep breaths to suppress the turmoil of emotions inside him.

As he lay back on his bed, sleepiness took over his body and before he knew it his eyes accepted the darkness.

Author Note:

I'm about to give Aizawa a class of children with shit ton of trauma that they gonna be bonding over it. (along with hugs)

Also, I have this headcannon that while Todoroki does not want to be like his father thats going to be hard for him since he looks so much like his father in appearance whether he likes it or not. He gonna have more trauma added to his fuck up childhood. (Sorry my child)

Also if you notice one of the ships is gonna be Kirishima x Bakugou. I found the ship interesting since they both kind of balance each other out but that just on me. So, if it isnt a ship you like then sorry about that but I'm not planning on changing it.

Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I felt it was somewhat lacking but it was fun building backstories for characters. Bakugou parents might appeared to be ooc but they carried their traumas that lead to the way they act.

Next chapter is probably gonna be on Shinsou or maybe both since Midoriya aint gonna show up for a while. (Forgive me my child but I gotta set up the tension between Shinsou and Bakugou for the Sports Festival)