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Katsuki got in to an argument with his mother... again. By this time around, he was used to the glass dishes being thrown at him, the yelling and screaming, the names, and the way his father would just do nothing, as if it was normal. Well, by now, it is normal. At least in this family it is. Sometimes his father would intervene if he thought Mitsuki was being "too harsh". But the truth is, she's always too harsh. Way too harsh.
This time Katsuki got kicked out of the house. This hardly ever happens, probably five times a week. That's normal, right? I mean, it's normal to Katsuki.
Today, him and his mother got into a big argument about something stupid. Maybe it was about school, or maybe it was his "attitude". Katsuki can't even recall what it is anymore. She gets mad over the smallest things.
And that all leads to right now. Bakugou Katsuki, walking in the cold rain, with nothing but an orange oversized sweatshirt and jeans with random rock band names patched onto it.
It was around 9:00 pm(12hr clock)/21:00(24hr clock), and he needed somewhere to spend the night. He could go to Kirishima's place, right? No, no no. He can't do that. Besides he's probably asleep at this time of night. Katsuki needed an alternative. He kept walking and walking, until he found a playground. It was empty and it didn't seem to have a curfew. He decided to settle under the slide of the the playset. It wasn't ideal, but at least he had a place to stay for the night.
Is he really as worthless as his mother says he is..? No, he can't be. Mitsuki's just trying to get to his head. Nothing she has said is true... right..? Who is he kidding, he's a horrible person, a burden even. He's just a child made from drugs and alcohol. He's just some worthless fag that has no purpose in life. a can just waiting to be opened, then eventually be thrown out. Not to mention his weight. Katsuki's mothers never forgets to remind Katsuki that he's "fat". He weighs about 95 pounds/43.09 kilograms right now. His goal is to at least reduce to 85 pounds/38.5 kilograms. Maybe by that time his mother will actually be proud of him for once. It's been about 10 minutes, and it's raining even harder than it was before. Bakugou wish he could've grabbed an umbrella before his mother, quite literally, shoved him out of the house. But even if he had brought an umbrella, that wouldn't really change the situation that much, since he found cover under a playset. Well, maybe he wouldn't be so fucking wet and cold.
Katsuki started to shiver, his clothes were nearly dry, but that was because they were becoming frost.
He'd never admit it aloud, but he's scared. Terrified.
Mitsuki never really treated Bakugou as-well...-a human. She'd treat him like an object.
She never wanted a child, but she was already 22 weeks into the pregnancy, too busy to get an operation from designing clothes for an upcoming fashion show,
meaning she couldn't have the opportunity to perform an abortion anymore (according to Japanese law). Sure, it was nice having rich parents. You could have more benefits in life than any other 'normal' kid. You could always have a roof over your head, plenty of food to feast on, random gifts being given to you every 2 weeks. At least, that's what most rich kids had. Katsuki would be grounded from eating food for weeks if he ever thought of saying something offensive to his mother, he'd be kicked out of the house, his mother would add another crack on his, already broken, phone, and he'd be beaten. either with fists, or bats, or china dishes, and anything around the house that his mother could find in time before Katsuki could run and lock his door to his room.
Katsuki wiped off the tears on his porcelain skin, that subconsciously flowed from his glossy, red eyes, "Heh..." he chuckled, "crying in the middle of a children's playset..? Who f-fucking does that..?" He said in between sobs.
"F-Fuck..."