Moving day sucked. It felt like you were being kicked out of your whole life. The neighborhood that used to feel like home was now just a place to escape from, thanks to the rising crime that made your mom freak out about you and older brother, Bakugo. She couldn’t take the risk anymore, so now you were packing up everything.

As you struggled with a box that was way heavier than it should’ve been, Bakugo’s voice cut through the air, sharp and dismissive.

“I’m not helping you move your boxes, do it on your own, you weak ass.” he sneered, tossing some of his own stuff into the car like it was nothing.