My name is Yuukah Sunning, I mean, uh, Bakugou. I live in Chicago. I am adopted by an overly abusive family. I have one scar, and hundreds of bruises every week. The scar runs straight down my spine. Neck to lower back. But that's cause of my quirk, explosion. I guess I'm sposed to be a twin and they have the same quirk? Anyways, two days ago, I had messaged my blood mother. 

Yuukahchu
Hello, I'm not sure if this is the right person, but my name is Yuukah Mitoshi Bakugou. I noticed that you, your son, and I look almost exactly alike, and I was wondering if I am part of your family. I am an adopted 15 year old, whom ran away from home three months ago.

MistukiBakugou
Hello Yuukah, I'm Mitsuki, and yes, you are my child. If you wish to come home, we will pay for your ticket. Bring all of your belongings.

Yuukahchu
That sounds amazing! Thank you.

MitsukiBakugou
Are you ready? I am faxing you your real birth certificate. 

"B-birth certificate?" I stuttered. Had they been waiting for me? Wishing me home? What? I ran down the street to my own house that I ran away from, and leapt up the ivy, hands exploding. I snuck into what was my room, and grabbed my phone and ran to the fax machine downstairs in the study.

"Y-Yuukah? You came home?" My adoptive parents walk into the study. 

"No. I'm leaving right now." I announced, striding out the front door. 

As soon as I boarded the plane, I accidentally bumped into a golden-blonde boy with a black streak in his hair. 

"S-sorry!" I ran for the first class seat that I had been given by my mom.  I pulled out my phone and charged it. It took the whole trip to get to ten percent though... But that's only because I deleted a whole bunch of contacts and changed my Apple ID.  I had arrived at like, 1 am, cuz I'm always late for everything. As soon as I got both of my feet on the doorstep, my mom opened the door and started to cry. 

"M-Mom, it's okay!" I laughed nervously.

"Wahhhhhhhhh! She called me mom!" She started to cry harder. OoF.

"Please stop crying!" I patted her head. 

"I-I caaaaaaaan't! You're home at last!" 

"Mom, who's that?" A new voice chipped in. Mom? 

"You're sister!" She stopped crying, wiping the tears left on her face away.

"S-SISTER?!" He yelled, shocked. I nodded.

"And you are?" I asked, trying to calm him down.

"Katsuki."

"Cool name dude. I'm Yuukah." 

"MASARU! GET OUT HERE!" Mom yelled again. "Yuukah, this is your dad." She said, beckoning to an equally poofy brown haired man with glasses. 

"Hi Dad"

"Hi Yuukah. 14 years, hey?"

"I guess so..."