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A/N: okay NOW two more chapters left lol because chapter seven is turning into a pain to write 😭 Luckily school's out for the summer so I have more time to write :) TY @cashmoneyyysstuff MY ICON ILY Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, reader befriends Kaminari and Sero, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus, Cattus and Cat, reader's down bad LMAO, war, reader gets hurt, blood, reader wears a bra, bad war descriptions lol what do you expect from me, reader is AFAB and female, bakugou finds out 😀👍, ANGST, reader goes home, family reunion, Aizawa gets sick from grief, PTSD, KATSUKI'S NOT SEXIST I PROMISE

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx: Cattus

Time seemed to stop.

The red color of his eyes, such a warm color, turned so cold.

“Y-Yer a fuckin girl?!” he spat, aghast, disgust clouding his features, he turns away, refusing to look at you.

You couldn’t even more, nor speak.

How could you have been so careless?

Bakugou lets out an irritated snarl and looks back at you briefly.

“If the others find out, you’ll be killed.” he says, tone icy and filled with venom. Your heart drops.

“I-”

“Get changed and get out.” He cuts you off, not wanting to hear what you had to say. “Now I don’t owe you anything.”

He exits the tent swiftly, as if he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as you.

***

You were given a horse, and nothing else, leaving without saying farewell to your friends. They would be informed that you had died, and that your body was being disposed of.

It gave you an icky feeling, faking your death- which was weird, considering you left your family in a similar manner.

As far as they knew, you might as well be dead.

Would they be happy to see you?

The same thought had plagued your mind for days now, yet you never imagined they would come to reality so soon. Your heart sinks with the realization that as of now, you basically let down everyone you knew.

A tear slips down your cheek, from your discharge, and from that loathing look in Bakugou’s eyes.

Stupid feelings.

You knew it would end badly when you found yourself falling for the captain, but just the acknowledgment wasn’t enough to prepare you for the pain brought on by your heart being ripped in half, only for those halves to be shattered beyond repair.

It was moronic of you to even be feeling these things, just as it was to crush on your superior like you were a schoolgirl and not a warrior.

But at least now, you didn’t have to pretend.

You weren’t going to lie, you were going to miss Genken, Denki, and Hanta.

But now, you were Y/N. And though you were yourself again, there was no doubt Cattus would still be a part of you.

He always was, you reckoned.

Cattus was the fiery side of you that defended his (?) friends when they needed protection. He was the side of you that took charge and cared for your family when they couldn’t take care of themselves. Cattus was a warrior.

And you were too.

Tightening your grip on the reins, you will your horse to go faster, riding into the night, returning home to your family for the first time in months.

***

You found yourself staring at the border of your village after 5 days of travel, the sun setting and your brain half asleep, running purely on adrenaline.

It was lightly snowing, signs of winter’s presence, though the cold didn’t nip at your skin as much as it used to before.

Pain didn’t feel the same anymore after what you’d been through.

Your wound still stung, but you refused to acknowledge the pain- telling yourself you deserved it after everything. Is this how your dad felt after the war? You didn’t know. Though your situations were vastly different, one spending more time fighting than the other, and one almost convicted of a war crime, you knew that the pain was all the same.

But right now, you didn’t feel pain.

Instead, anxiety clawed at your heart, dismounting your steed to let it graze freely among the nearby fields, where other horses resided nearby. He would be fine living there with his new friends.

You walk along the streets of the village you grew up in. You’d one been gone for 7 months now, and yet it felt so foreign to walk down the cobbled streets you walked across so long ago. When you find your home, a pang of sadness washes through you- it looked so empty and lifeless now. You missed you family dearly during the past few months, and yet you refused to acknowledge the feelings because they were a sign of weakness.

But here you were now, a truckload of emotions crashing into you as you walk up the steps to your porch, the same steps you sat on when you had the conversation that started all of this. The wood creaked under your feet, a sound so familiar and so wrong at the same time.

So much had changed over time- it was hard to feel like yourself again.

You gingerly placed your hand on the doorknob, feeling the bumps, ridges and crevices you memorized, your pounding heart was deafening as you sucked in a shaky breath and finally opened the door.

It was quiet. There wasn’t a buzz of the happiness and joy that you always felt in your home, instead it felt null and void.

The first thing you notice is the figure sleeping on the couch.

Hitoshi.

Your younger brother looked exhausted, the dark circles he usually sported were now so prominent that it was unhealthy. He was skinnier, and a little taller, your heart ached to know that he wasn’t eating well and that he had grown up and you weren’t there to see him.

Making your way over to him, you brush his hair out of his face softly, only for him to startle and jolt upright, freezing as his lavender eyes widened it realization that it was you.

He slowly brings a hand to cup your cheek before patting the rest of your body, as if to ensure you were genuinely there.

“Y/N...” he croaks, tears spilling from his eyes. “Is it really you...?”

You want to sob, he sounded so broken, so helpless, guilt threatening to consume your every being. Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, letting out a choked laugh as he encircles you in his arms, whispering “You’re home... you’re finally home...” more so to himself than to you, as if to ground him.

You and Hitoshi end up falling asleep on the floor that day, and you numbly allow him to redress your wounds and receive an ear load of yelling and scolding from your actions the next morning. He isn’t furious as you expected, however, he was extremely worried though.

“W-What happened while I was gone...” you murmur, refusing to look at him as you sit on the side of your bed.

“It’s...been a lot...” he sighs, telling you to get comfortable as he fills you in.

Hitoshi had slept in the living room every night, in hopes that you would come home. At first, he slept on the porch, but Eri insisted he sleep inside saying that he was only harming himself. It was true, as he had gotten a nasty cold the next morning, leaving the ticked off 9-year-old to take care of him.

Eri was upset with your departure, rarely going out after you left and taking up the chores you did to maintain the household, even though Hitoshi insisted he could do it. She slept in your bed every night after that and was currently sleeping as you and your brother were catching up.

Your father, however, was a different case. He fell apart after you left, never talked, never ate – Hitoshi was terrified and had asked Hizashi for help, the usually humorous blonde now deadly serious as he and your father had gotten into a terrible argument. The only thing your brother was able to hear was “I lost my wife; I can’t lose my daughter too.”

You sobbed uncontrollably as Hitoshi held you again, resenting yourself for the pain you caused your family, and resenting yourself for the hateful vermillion stare that you were sure would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Though scalding tears burned through your skin, it didn’t hurt to cry as much as it used to. They didn’t feel suffocating, instead they felt liberating as you finally unloaded months of negative bottled up emotions.

Your family was safe, thanks to you, and you were going to make sure it stayed that way.

***

Eri wakes up a few hours later, her red eyes lacked their usual luster until they noticed you, the nine-year-old ran up to you and hugged you tight, her tears bleeding into your clothes.

“Y/N...?!” she gasps in surprise, burying her face into your chest, inhaling deeply as if to memorize the way you smelled. Usually, it would have been weird, and uncomfortable considering you hadn’t showered in a week, but you allowed it, stroking her hair comfortingly, as a few more tears escape your eyes and roll down your face.

“M’not going anywhere Banana.” you whisper, and she snorts and punches your arm weakly.

“You know I hate that name.”

You stayed like that for a while, before letting each other, drinking in each other’s appearance.

“You look terrible.” she quips and you can’t help the laugh that erupts from your mouth.

Eri and Hitoshi look at you in surprise – the you that they knew was more reserved, but they had to admit, they liked to see you let go more. You looked happier, and your joy was always contagious.

Your siblings usher you into the washroom to finally shower, saying you smelled like shit (not really- if Hitoshi cursed in front of Eri you probably would’ve whipped out your sword) and you roll your eyes at their antics.

You look into the cracked mirror on the way and get a good look at yourself- the first time you had to liberty to do so before you left.

You truly didn’t look like Y/N anymore, you knew that much. But you didn’t feel like Cattus either. It was the strangest feeling, feeling like two people and neither at the same time. You sigh, dismissing it- knowing that maintaining another identity for so long would clearly have its side effects, but it was still uncomfortable to deal with.

You were Y/N. But better. And happier with yourself.

When you finally exit the shower, looking and feeling more like you, clean and in fresh clothes, a thought strikes you.

“Hey... Toshi...?” You murmur, approaching the purplenette. “Where’s Dad?”

Hitoshi looks away from you momentarily, before looking at you with sadness in his eyes. “He’s staying at Chiyo’s. Ever since you left, he hasn’t been eating well, and he’s been bedridden for a while. Hizashi says that he isn’t really stable for us to visit him.”

You don’t listen to the last part- slipping on some random pair of shoes and bolting out of the house before heading over to Chiyo’s home.

Your heart raced, in sync with your footsteps, one after the other.

Your mind was even faster however- thoughts of worry and anxiety so strong you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Was your father okay?

Was he mad at you?

What if he doesn’t make it? It would be all your fault.

As soon as your mind comes across the thought, your legs move impossibly fast, racing all the way across town until you reach the apocarthy center, also where Chiyo lived, and where she treated those in unstable conditions.

You knock rapidly on the door, hearing a faint “I'm coming I'm coming...your generation is so energetic these days...”, the few seconds it takes Chiyo to open the door feel like a millennia each- as soon as the door opens, you see the small older lady look at you in surprise, but you pay no mind, slipping past her immediately and running down the hallway, turning the corner to find the room where Chiyo let her long term patients stay.

And yet, you can’t bring your shaky hand to twist the doorknob and open the door.

You feel terrible, knowing that any caring daughter should rush in immediately, but guilt wracks your mind, and your heart.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and look down to see Chiyo looking up at you which a solemn look on her face.

“He’ll want to see you, Y/N” she says softly, and you swallow thickly and nod.

Twisting the knob, you finally push open the door and see your father sitting on a bed by the window. Turning his head, he sighs, “Chiyo, I told you I don-” he stops talking once he sees you.

“Y/N.” he whispers, his voice shook and his eyes were wide.

He was frailer than he was the last time you saw him, his skin that you always complained made him look half dead was now sallow and sickly.

You walk over to him slowly and kneel in front of his bed, taking the man by surprise.

“I’m sorry.” you sob, letting all the guilt and sorrow you felt wash over you. “I know I shouldn’t have left but I couldn’t just let you die.”

You hear a small laugh and look up to see your father smiling while wiping incessant tears from his face.

“Come, my warrior.” he says warmly. “You have made me proud.”

***

It’s been a month since you returned home- news of the war spread through the village.

You’d hear about the famed War Dragon and how he valiantly led his troop into battle, without losing a single soldier. It relieved you to hear it, knowing that Denki and Hanta were alive and well – but you still missed them.

You reunited with Izuku and Ochako, both extremely worried but overjoyed to see you, nonetheless. Ejiro was still fighting for his country, and you missed him, worry bubbling in your stomach at the thought of getting hurt, but you trusted him. Ejiro was strong, and brave, no doubt a courageous soldier- he would come home.

It was almost like everything was back to normal, but it wasn’t.

You still jumped at everything, scraping a chair, someone’s limp brushing against yours, even a voice disrupting the silence, everything set you off.

Eri was significantly more mature now, no longer the bubbly and hyper girl you knew, now more reserved and calmer. She reminded you of yourself, the knowledge was painful, but you were glad to see she retained her voracious appetite and distaste for bananas.

Your father was recovering slowly, as you were now working overtime to stuff both him and Hitoshi with the food and nutrients, they needed to be healthy again. After you left, they deteriorated both physically and mentally, and so you decided to help them in any way you could.

You tried your best to forget about the battle in the Chira Woods after that, but something just didn’t add up.

How did the enemy know you were planning to ambush them?

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