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Warning: Mentions of drugs, Child abuse, Child neglect, Sex, and Alcohol, read at your own risk
It was like any July 4th for Katsuki Bakugou, he got an extended weekend from school due to the holiday for some reason even though it’s an American holiday. Weird right?
So, obviously he did like any other person would do and invited some assholes he met at the local bars over, now of course that meant most of those people weren’t his age and they of course brought people along with them. But who cares? It’s a national drinking holiday, sue him.
Okay maybe not so national but who’s the wiser?
Plus its his last night there anyway.
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He knew maybe about 10% of the extras at this shit show you’d call a party, who knows they all look about the same when you're drunk. There was tons of shit going down of course. Girls making out. Some guys were watching porn on the flat screen. Though all the neighbors could hear was some weird new age rock music playing at max volume on the speakers.
Surprisingly the cops haven’t been called.
Though it wasn’t really surprising if you take into account the fact that they’ve been ignoring the old hags banshee screams for almost sixteen years when she comes home, so yeah.
Anyway.
Some assholes we're definitely fist fighting somewhere, if the new bloodstains on his walls were anything to go by. Then of course one group was screaming along to the music, they sounded like a choir from depths of hell.
There was this one group of drugies in the corner smoking pot, they tried to get him to snort LSD and some other shit for a while but then he saw some stupid jocks doing steroids in his kitchen, he got side tracked with throwing them out, and making sure everyone saw the, “ No steroids. ” Sign he kept by the door.
Don’t ask why he has a problem with steroids, okay?
Totally isn’t personal.
……
Moving on.
Katsuki was tired. Like a bone sucking, life draining kind of tired.
And that continued even when people started to dance.
And yes, they were playing Just Dance 2021, why? No fucking clue. Someone brought the game for some damn reason. Quite a few people were joining into the dancing plague of 2021 in his living room for some god awful odd reason.
Katsuki decided to play it safe of course and get drunk a safe distance away in the kitchen.
Though this idea would completely fail later on when he was eventually drunk enough to throw his sanity out the window and jump into the plague infested living room, and start dancing himself.
So all in all, it was pretty fun.
But of course life wouldn't let him catch a break, because it fucking hates him.
And made that little glimpse of fun shrivel up in the fiery pits of god damn hell.
“Hey yo! My dude! Katsuki!” Someone screamed over and over again, somehow by some freak of nature, being way louder than all the other fucking sounds in the room.
Even the giant speakers screaming at the walls.
He tried to ignore him. He really did. For a solid ten minutes he hid in the kitchen and downed shot after shot hoping that if he ignored him long enough he would eventually shut up. But, for fuck sakes this guy would not stop screaming .
He sounded like a banshee that snorted a bucket of cocaine.
Eventually he had enough and stormed over to where said high banshee bitch was.
“OH my FUCKING GOD! What the fucking hell do you want?!” Katsuki shouted at the asshole when he reached the front door where the discount Present Mic was.
And he was not impressed with who it was. Didn’t he just tell the guy to lay off the weed not even forty minutes ago.
In a positive light he wasn’t that far off with the bucket of cocaine analogy
“Yooo my dudeee, these guys are looking for you maaaan.” The guy said, right before passing out. “Tch, for fucks sake I just told you to lay off the weed! Sussy bakas don’t listen worth shit.” Katsuki said, before looking at the corner the dude was pointing in. ‘Daughter of bastard.’ Katsuki saw four very familiar faces.
It was the idiot parade of the four horsemen in all their stupid glory.
Kirishima, Mina, and Sero were in the corner staring right at Katsuki with the weirdest combination of confused and angry on their dumbass faces. (D:< that was their faces.)
And it was at this moment that he sobered up real quick.
Well shit.
Denki, on the other hand, didn’t seem to realize anything wrong and was already the talk of the crowd. The dumbass already had eight dumbasses on him already and he was only there for 5 minutes.
It probably had something to do with everyone being five types of high and drunk right now though.
Even people’s stupidity seems to fade when your drunk enough.
It’s like fucking magic.
Katsuki just turned right around and finished off his bottle of whiskey hoping that if he ignores them long enough they’ll disappear.
Also, he’s hoping to gain back the buzz that was so cruelly ripped away from him.
When that plan didn’t work he moved on to plan B and walked towards the druggies for the good old LSD. Apparently he was gonna get high with that tonight.
Hallucinations here we go!
“BAKUGOU! What the hell is going on here?” Shitty hair called after him.
Oooof course he did.
Aaaand this was the point where the drugs couldn’t save him anymore.
“What the fuck do you think it is? It’s a party, one you weren’t invited to. So how about you lot scram so I can get my buzz back asshole.” Katsuki called out, giving them the finger over his shoulder.
“Dude, I don’t think any of this is very manly! We’re hero students! We aren’t supposed to be doing this type of stuff.” Shitty hair decided to open his fucking mouth again.
What the hell? Isn’t manly? What the fuck is the asshole’s definition of manly any-fucking-way.
It changes so often he can’t even keep up.
Even a fucking dog shitting on the grass is fucking manly to this guy.
Also, why the fuck are they even here in the first place?
Unlike him they have people that like to hang out with them for other reasons than sex, so yeah.
And where did they get his fucking address from. He’s certainly never told them it before.
Katsuki whipped around, glaring at the red-headed bastard.
“Okay, first of all, I wasn’t making a suggestion, I want all of you assholes out of my fucking house. Which I don’t even know how you got the goddamn address to. And second of all? You don’t get to walk into my fucking house and tell me how ‘manly’ something is alright? It’s fucking bullshit. Now do us both a favor and fuck off!”
He turned right the fuck back around, expecting that to be the end of that fucking bullshit conversation right there, and grabbed a drink some rando was holding out for him.
That is of course, until discount office supply grabs his fucking drink from his fucking hand and lets the rest of the idiots corner him like a fucking asshole.
What the hell.
Can this night get any worse!
Fuck he just jinxed himself.
He really should of hired bouncers for this shit.
“Chill man. You look like you’ve been drinking a lot -” Soy sauce starts before getting cut off by princess bubblegum. “Blasty come on…you're going to have a really bad hangover tomorrow.”
They don’t know how much of a fucking hangover tomorrow really is going to be.
Fucking dicks.
“Whatever. That’s a problem for fucking tomorrow, now fuck off back home.” Katsuki says leveling them with a stern glare and very literally waved them off.
“C’mon man! This isn’t like you..” Brawn over brains started to say. Seemingly trying to go the diplo-fucking-matic route.
But.
Oh no he didn’t.
“Isn’t like me? You don’t know jack shit about me or my life, Kirishima. So how about you save your judgemental bullshit for someone who gives an actual fuck, cuz that ain’t me, fucking jackass!” He spat out venomously.
“We don’t know anything because you never tell us anything!” The red-head spit right back out.
“We’ll maybe I don’t tell you anything because it’s none of your fucking business!”
Eyes in the party started turning towards them, fuck they’re causing a scene.
WHY does god hate him so much?
Yep, that’s the question of his life.
Right after,
How the fuck he even got in this shitty situation in the first place.
Though that could be answered by the first question.
He pushed them away, trying to walk up the stairs to get away from whatever the fuck is happening. Because honestly? Why do they even fucking care. They probably have better places to be
“Where are your parents? Aren’t you worried they might catch you? The house is a mess!” Horns screamed after him when he was halfway up the stairs, gesturing around the room before seeing one couple getting very heated in a make out session in the corner and cringing away.
“Yeah man… I think they’ll be pretty pissed off at the fact their son is living it up while they’re gone for the night.” Sero added, looking at the blonde, and giving him what everyone called the disapproving mom look.
Gone for the night? Living it up? Is that what they think this fucking is?
And that of course is the thought that makes him to lose his ever-loving fucking mind.
How dare they .
“Who…the fuck do YOU think you a re? ” The blonde growled out, venom seeping from his words.
“Wh-what?” Horns had the absolute gall to say.
“What? You got a screw loose in that FUCKING head of yours? I asked-'' Katsuki crossed the distance between them within a second, watching how each of the idiots shrink in fear with each step, how the whole party seemed to get quieter and quieter until the only sound that could be heard was his footsteps.
“Who the fuck … do you think you are?” He asked again, taking on a near humorous tone, although he wasn’t much taller than the trio, the way the last stair elevated his height and the way they all seemed to shrink beneath him was downright chilling.
“You barge into my house. Ruin my party. LECTURE me about how much alcohol I’m drinking. Stay after I TOLD YOU to leave. But, then. After all that. You have the absolute fucking audacity to tell me how my shitty ass parents are going to feel. Tell me how disappointed they’ll be in me. So…yeah.” He was seething, his glare burning holes into each of them.
“ Who in the ever-loving fuck do you think you are?”
Because how dare they?
They knew nothing about his shitty ass life.
Nothing about how Kamino wasn’t even the first time he’d been fucking kidnapped by some weird ass creeps. Or, the fact it probably won’t be the fucking last.
Nothing about the fact that his so called ‘parents’ haven’t been home sense the day his teachers visited for the okay for the dorms. That they were only there for the fucking thing to keep the lovely ‘family image’ the media likes to assume they have..
Nothing about how that day had been the first time he’d seen his father since he was six, aside from the occasional look he’d have at the fashion magazines that published yearly to remember what the man looked like..
The fact that he probably wouldn’t see his father or hear his voice in person, ever fucking again despite the fact he comes home every single fucking time the shitty hag does, late at night when he’s asleep or out and about drinking at a bar or some other shit. But despite the fact he’s there, the ghost hides in his bedroom all day and night just to avoid seeing his son’s face until they leave during the day when Katsuki’s at school.
Or even how he’s glad about the fact he barely ever sees them. Because at least he doesn’t have to listen to all the yelling the hag does, about how worthless he is, about how she wishes ‘sweet Izuku’ was her fucking son and how she wishes she aborted him years ago when she had the chance. He also doesn’t have to cover up and hide the bruises she gives him when her words won’t cut deep enough. So win, win.
They don’t even have a clue about the fact that he isn’t even a fucking party person at all. And the only reason he’s even having this shitty ass party in his own fucking home. Is the fact that this is the last night he’s ever going to stay here because his parents are selling it due to the fact he’s staying in the dorms. So, he wanted to charge his shitty parents extra for all the extra work the cleaning crew is going to have to do tomorrow. When they come in the morning to take out all the furniture and shit and kick him out of the house forever.
The fact that he might have to choose between being a student at UA and fulfilling his dream or buying an apartment because if he can’t get a raise from how much money he currently makes as a model, he’s fucking homeless. Because his parents of course neglected to take into account the fact that he can’t stay at school during the holidays or the summer.
The fact that the only somewhat decent coping mechanism he has to deal with all of the shit life pulls on him, is drinking until he can’t feel or even think anymore because at least it's better than the other shit he does to himself when he allows himself to think about the shit show that is his life.
They knew none of these things.
And yet they assumed they knew everything.
And the worst part is.
He can’t tell them.
He can’t tell them any of it.
Cause they would just assume more things.
Things that might be true.
Things he couldn’t have them knowing.
He grabbed Kirishima by the shirt, bringing the brawny teen up to his face.
“Get out.”
“Ba-bakugou..”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
And with that the idiot horsemen scattered out the door. Leaving him to deal with the mess of the party now.
God, life really does hate him doesn’t it?
He looked around the party to see the faces of everyone in the goddamn house looking at him.
Fan-Fucking-Tastic.
The blonde paused for some reason and looked around, remembering all the memories he had in this house.
Both good and bad.
When he learned to cook.
When his mother first slapped him.
When he got his acceptance letter for UA.
When his father came home for the first time in a year when he was seven only to ignore him.
This house was the only thing he had to depend on since he was six. The walls of the house had always protected him from the outside world when it was all too much. Even if he had been all alone in the house.
And now it wouldn’t be there any more.
Now it would be gone in the morning.
So, with this being the last night he’ll ever be able to be in the house he grew up in.
He decides to send it off with a bang.
And started to laugh.
“Why the fuck is it so quiet in here? Somebody get me a damn drink!”
Life may hate his very existence. But the least he can do to return the favor is spit right back in its fucking face and succeed in this shitty life of his.
Sure he’s living out of spite at this point.
But who cares?
He’s still going to be the greatest hero this world has ever seen.
Why?
It’s the only thing he has left to live for.