Bakugou couldn’t hear.
The sounds around him were but a whisper in the wind he felt against his skin. Both a curse and blessing, he would read when his mother addressed him. He had an amazing quirk, something to surely bring him to the top. But,,,
How does one help one they can’t even hear?
This was something Bakugou asked himself everyday.
Every time he watched the news.
Every time All Might stopped some villains.
Every time he studied so he could get into UA.
Every time Deku did something better then him.
How could HE save someone?
His mother asked him the same question the day he decided he wanted to be a hero. It was hard to pick up, he had just started getting the hang of lip reading, some of the words seemed hard to read.
But one sentence came out as clear as day.
”How could a deaf, useless, ungrateful brat like you be a hero?”
Another clear sentence.
”You seem better off working your ass off as a secretary, with all your ‘WONDERFUL’ grades.”
”I hope you die before you get the chance, you were a waste of a child. The only good thing about you is your quirk.”
Silence. That’s all he knew.
But at that moment-
He heard her all so clear.
“BRAT, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!”
Mitsuki banged her fist on Katsuki’s door, as if she thought if she tried hard enough, it would make a difference and Katsuki could magically hear her. Maybe that’s one of the only reasons why she does this still. That and maybe that Katsuki’s bed was close enough to the door that it shook his bed.
Katsuki slowly sat up from his resting spot and stretched. As he yawned, he looked over at his clock.
7:03 am, huh.
Katsuki flung his covers off and ran to his closet.
SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCKING ENTRANCE EXAMS TODAY FUCKING—
GOD OMG WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SHIRT, IM GOING TO FUCKING-
“BITCHY BRAT, COME DOWN!” “H-He can’t here you sweetie,,,”
SCREAM IF I DONT FIND THAT DAMN—
His door swings open. He can’t hear her booming steps or the string of curses that came out her mouth. He couldn’t see her flaming nostrils as his back was turned towards the closet.
THERE’S THE SHIR-
He felt it, that’s for sure. The slap was hard, it felt like it was burning. Mitsuki tugs his hair down, forcing him to bow as he grips her wrist.
”BRAT, BREAKFAST IS FUCKING READY!!”
”HAG, I CANT FUCKING HEAR, YOU KNOW THIS!”
”SHUT YOUR MOUTH. GET READY, COME DOWN AND EAT, AND THEN FUCKING LEAVE FOR THAT SHITTY EXAM. FUCKING-“
She releases with force as the boy is left wondering what he should do. He turn towards the door, holding his cheeks, fighting tears as his father looks at him. Oh, he’s signing. Helpful, he supposes.
‘Get dressed, come down, eat, leave.’
Katsuki never wanted to stay anyway.