As a little girl, you were always yelled at by your family. To most people it would have been normal for your parents to scold you and yell at you from time to time. But you could be sitting and drawing on a corner and still get yelled at. Attending shiketsu high and becoming a hero was the only thing that saved you from the terrors of your own home. How ironic was it that your future boyfriend was also tempered and had a habit of yelling? The only difference was, he didn’t mean it in a way of hurting you. It was just who he was.

At twenty five years old you met bakugou and eventually began dating him. He wasn’t the most expressive man in the world yet somehow you loved it. After some time you began to notice how often he overworked himself just to save up for his old friend’s hero costume. That night, you tried to open up the topic and express your concern. Only for it to turn into a huge argument between the two of you. You didn’t back down and yelled back at him trying to prove a point. But as his yelling and anger got worse the more you silenced yourself. Your past haunting you.

“Oi, why are you crying? Damnit i’m sorry.” He stopped yelling the moment he noticed your frozen and blank state.

He approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder unaware that he triggered your trauma. Bakugou didn’t know about your past since you didn’t think he’d care to know about it. His eyes turned into concern upon noticing you weren’t responding to him and remained staring at the floor as tears fell from your eyes.