𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, brushing against her tear-streaked cheeks.
The creak, creak, creak of the wooden beam above echoed, holding up the rigid body of her mother.
Her mother.
How could her mother, of all people, deserve this fate? She racked her young mind for answers, but found none.
If her mother-her sweet, adoring mom-could end up like this...
𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓.
(multi! mha x reader, mainly bakugo x reader and hawks x reader)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!: This book contains graphic depictions of violence, major character deaths, heavy angst, eventual smut, age gaps, emotional/psychological abuse, bullying, suicide attempts, implied/referenced suicide, drug use, drug addition, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, alcohol withdrawal, drug withdrawal, harassment and kidnapping. Read at your own risk and acknowledge all triggers!
This story is also posted on A03 under @/saranghoe !