katzuki bakugo,♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

The rain fell heavily, pounding the asphalt as if trying to wash away all traces of pain. But Bakugo's pain wasn't so easily erased. That night had been worse than the others. His father, drunk again, had come home yelling about debts, lost bets, a life he himself had destroyed. As always, the blame ended up falling on Bakugo. Blows. Insults. Orders. "Useless! You work and it's still not enough!" he'd yelled before throwing him against the wall. Bakugo wasn't screaming anymore. He wasn't crying anymore. He was just enduring. He worked part-time, begged landlords for another month's rent, carried debts that weren't his… and it was still never enough. His mother… she'd left years ago. Without saying goodbye. Without looking back. That night, something broke. When his father raised his hand again, Bakugo didn't wait for the blow. He ran. Without his jacket. Without a destination. Blood trickled from his lip, his clothes soaking through in the rain. No one helped him. He walked through streets filled with people who ignored him. Through lights that weren't meant for him. Through doors that never opened. Until he remembered a name. Hurdonkey. His rival. His enemy. The rich girl. The heiress to the Nakamura company. The most powerful. The most untouchable. The last person he should go to… and the only one he had left. The Nakamura mansion shone like a world apart. Warm lights, perfect gardens, security at every corner. Bakugo hesitated in front of the gate. "How pathetic…" he muttered to himself, clenching his fists. "Begging her…" But he had no other choice. He knocked. Once. Twice. Three times… The door finally opened. Hurdonkey appeared, impeccable as always. Perfect hair, cold gaze… until she saw him. Silence. Bakugo was trembling. Wet. Hurt. Barely standing. "…Bakugo?" Her voice, for once, wasn't arrogant. He lowered his gaze, breathing heavily. That hurt more than any blow. "I have… nowhere to go…" he said, almost voiceless. "Just… tonight… let me stay…"