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Bakugo Katuski was aware that he was brash, that he was rude, that he was mean. But the thing was that he barely knew how to react another way, at this point. Yeah, sure, maybe around the start when he still hung around Izu and Auntie Inko he still had soft edges- but those had been filed away over the years. He had seen how his mom- Mitsuki -reacted to both him and his dad, and thought that was how he was supposed to act.
It hurt him, at first, to see Izu act as hurt as Masaru and he were by Mitsuki- but wasn’t that meant to be love? At first Inko had also shown him there was another way to love, but Mitsuki had bashed out those soft corners by calling him weak.
Then Mitsuki started to comment on how Katsuki was still helping the ’Quirkless weak waste of space’ at school. It scared him. She was definitely calling him weak, and the threat in her eyes felt like the own sparks he’d let off sometimes- not on purpose, he was just feeling a lot, usually.
That was another thing she had done. He wasn’t allowed to use his quirk. He sweated, it was a part of his quirk- and that sweat wasn’t always pleasant. He usually tried to spark often to get it all off but as time went on and Mitsuki yelled at him more he learned to deal with the discomfort. He tried to get an excuse out of threatening kids around school. The teachers didn’t care, the people around him liked it, and it felt nice to treat others like he was treated at home.
But still, Mitsuki was talking about how he still called ’The useless quirkless one’ a child’s name. Izu was no longer Izu, but Izuku also got him a look. He learned at some point to just stop referring to the weakling he used to call a friend. He also learned that no matter how much you hit someone, some people will still look at you. Some people will still try to force your way into your life even when the thought of them filled you with guilt.
At some point during middle school- Deku turned into everything Mitsuki hated. Including Bakugo’s lack of control over his quirk, the weakness that caring for someone was, his lack of being able to take a single hit. All of it. It tore him up so much he wasn’t even sure he cared about Deku anymore. In fact, he kind of wished that both he and Deku were gone. Katsuki hated everything, and he was scared of himself most of the time. Half of the time he’s hitting Deku and trying to imagine those wounds were appearing on himself.
But it was scary to hate yourself. It scared him how much he wanted himself gone, until he turned those thoughts on Deku himself. It was too far, not even his friends supported him. And then, like karma, he got into a villain attack. A villain attack, and yet stupid Deku still saved him. Saved him, like he deserved saving and like he wanted to live.
It sickened him, it sickened him to his core so harshly he almost wanted to run back into Mitsuki’s arms. If just to be reassured he was still only weak in the ways she saw, and not because some loser saved him. Even if the door would probably be locked tonight if he wasn’t sent to the hospital. He wasn’t sent to the hospital, and the door was locked, so he slept in the shed in the backyard. He had a small set up in there- a box filled with soft things to get him through the night, and a phone that would only call a set 3 numbers (Poison control, the police, and Inko Midoriya) just in case.
Then Deku got into hero school. Then Deku had a quirk, and was getting better, and was happier. That scared him. It scared him bad. He wanted to throw up- he had thrown up the first time he saw Deku use his quirk. Broke his own fingers right in front of Katsuki, and he felt himself throw up a little in his mouth. It was a bitter taste, and he tried to discreetly wipe it off on his shoulder.
It sickened him- and when Erasershit stopped him from touching Deku, it confused and upset him. But Erasershit wasn’t one to sit back and take something, or let someone under his watch get harmed- apparently. So he sat back and took it, there was a person to respect when they put their foot down like that and did their actual fucking job. Even though he wanted to tear into his own skin. Even though he was so upset that he actually started sparking off again- and then he couldn’t, because of the teacher’s quirk.
Erasershit threatened him with counseling. Katsuki told him to fuck off so fiercely he was surprised the teacher didn’t put him in it just to spite him. Then the teacher threatened calling his mom. He shut up so quickly he felt his teeth click.
Then things came and went, with Deku at the center of fucking everything. It itched and tore at his skin- but he had more ways to spark, now. He didn’t have to tear into the nearest person nearly as much with the training, and it felt so much better already. There were extras that followed him around without needing to verbally tear into others. It felt like a weight off of his back.
Then the sports festival came.
”GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” Katuski thrashed and sparked violently until the weight got off of him. He awoke to Recovery girl giving him an unimpressed look.
”Boy, your blood pressure was worryingly low.” Recovery girl said with a scowl, leaning forward but not touching him.
”Fuck. Off. I’m fine. I can go home without a fucking problem.” Katsuki scoffed, rubbing the phantom feelings off of his limbs.
”You do need to accept your medals, though!” Midnight said cheerfully and suddenly, making Katsuki jolt a little.
”I’m not accepting that shit! It’s not truly fucking MINE. Fucking icyhot didn’t even try, he just halfassed it after stupid Deku because he lost steam. I need a fucking rematch.”
”No, no, honey. You’re talkin crazy. You need to accept the medal! Especially after that demonstration at the end of your match! Need to show the people you aren’t just a villain, you know?” She talked so sickeningly sweet it made him want to throw up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
”I. Don’t. Care. I’m not fucking accepting that medal. I’m leaving.” Katsuki shoved himself off of the hospital bed. The moment his feet hit the ground, Midnight was fluttering around in his space.
”I really can’t let that happen, Bakugo. Appeasing to the media is a very important part of being a limelight, and from what I can tell that’s where you’ll be going, right? You need to get used to things like this, just put on a smile, Bakugo!”
”I’m not a fucking model anymore, dumbass. Let me leave.” Katsuki walked out of the room, and Midnight was fine to let him.
Until the door closed behind them. And Midnight grabbed his shoulder.
”Bakugo, come on honey, you have to make this showing, right? And did you really win the sports festival if you didn’t even get the medal?” Her voice was angry now. He was getting on her nerves in a way Mitsuki did when they were in public, with barely held back rage. The only difference was that Midnight’s nails weren’t digging into his shoulder, yet.
”I don’t care. Mail it to me, bitch.” Katsuki tried to tear his shoulder from her grip, but she held on tightly. Fucking hero ass bitch-
He awoke on the podium. Fuck, shit- he was fucking muzzled?! Who the fuck even muzzles anyone, anymore?! That was dumb shit- he was chained to the fucking podium. There was a cage around his hands and he was chained to the fucking podium-
He started writhing, of course. And when Icyhot glanced over, it was with a faint, barely there look that revealed how much of a ghost he was in this moment. Katsuki yelled out a futile ”FUCK!” when he realized his only method of help was too far into his own fucking head to help him.
He’s panting from the effort to try to get out when Deku and Ebony Dark’ness walk onto the podium. Deku gives him a worried look, but Katsuki just snarls at him. And Deku doesn’t have a chance to talk because All Shits is walking in and giving everyone the rundown on what’s going to happen up there. But he doesn’t mention Katsuki or give him more of a chance. His speech proves unhelpful because Katsuki is yelling so loud at the number one hero his throat is already starting to feel tight.
The lights were on him again, he was surrounded by voices and all he could do was yell and thrash. He knew what was going to happen when he got home, and that was that the door would be locked. They had once given him a key- and then the day after he got a 76 on an assignment the locks were changed. But the locking and unlocking was always intentional, always so intentional.
He was just glad when he got down again. All might immediately took the bindings off and Katsuki ran before anyone could say anything. Deku yelled out, even tried to run forward- but All Shits stopped him. And Ebony Dark’ness definitely looked worried- as worried as a bird could look, but still.
He was right, the door was locked when he got home. And his box was removed from the shed. He slept on the hard floor, with no way to call if a hobo broke in. At least it was early spring. At least it was early spring.
There was a lot of options for who to work for. He was the fucking winner of the festival, of course. But he barely knew any of these people. And he was expected to just go over and fucking live with these people? The thought clawed at him. Living with someone he knew for his entire fucking life was fucked up, and even knowing someone for that long didn’t save him from falling out with them.
So, pass on about almost all of these heroes. But he had met Best Jeanist a few times.. seen him around the fashion scene his mom acted like she ruled.
He was high up there on the ratings, too. His parents couldn’t get mad. In fact, this was a chance to get out of the house. He hadn’t managed to smuggle anything back into the shed yet, so this would be a great chance to get away for long enough for them to forget that they were supposed to be checking on shit like that.
Either way, Best Jeanist it was. In the top ten, and someone he knew vaguely well enough to know that talking to him didn’t give any weirdo vibes. Shitty hair and crew had questions, but he brushed them all off. Mostly by encouraging the fact that they should talk about themselves instead of being interested in him- in a rather mean way, of course, but these people knew him in way that made it feel not shitty to talk to them. Shitty hair especially took his curse words and harsh tones and read inbetween the lines like no one else.
He was much happier with himself at UA, he could even ignore shitty deku in favor of the people that crowded around him. He was so much happier that when Shitty hair did genuinely ask what his choice was- later, when they were alone -he answered. Katsuki told him his choice was Best Jeanist because he met the man once. Kirishima told him with a large, shark-toothed grin that his choice was Fourth Kind because of his close combat capabilities. He looked so happy with himself that Katsuki didn’t even feel bad at sharing that information with him.
Erasershit- Shitsei called in multiple people during homeroom to ask about their choices during homeroom, and during heroics sparring. A little more than half of them were called and spoken to. Sometimes quickly, sometimes longer. Sometimes Shitsei’s quirk would spark, sometimes it wouldn’t.
However, when it got to him, it was at the end of class. And instead of anything regular it was something like, “Bakugo, could you stay after class?”
A curt nod, and making sure the brats wouldn’t lose their heads when they realized he wasn’t walking back to the lockers with them. After the majority of students had cleared Shitsei told him they’d be going back to the classroom for privacy. Isn’t that delightful to hear.
They got there, Shitsei sat down, and stared at him until he sat down himself. Then, the teacher finally fuckin spoke, “You aren’t responding well to the sessions with Hound Dog.”
”The fuck am I supposed to do? Bleed myself out on an operating table?” Katsuki scoffed.
”Honestly, I don’t care if you spend the entire time ranting about how much you hate me. Sitting there and talking is what is supposed to happen. Especially after the Sports Festival’s accidents.”
Katsuki stood up, ready to turn around and leave. He didn’t want Shitsei saying some shit like how he should’ve stayed silent and taken it or if he was going to thrash to at least get out of the bindings. Some shit like Mitsuki said to him after he got into his house the next day.
Instead, Shitsei calmly said. “I’m sorry that passed by me and Nedzu. Present Mic would’ve stopped it, but he was in announcer mode and paying more attention to how close I was to passing out.” He then heaved a great sigh. “Midnight has been aware of how bad that was to do, especially after footage was reviewed and she was seen using her quirk on you to get you onto the podium in the first place. It was an abuse of power, and I made her aware of how unprofessional that was. And how unprofessional I was going to get with her if it happened again.”
Katsuki stopped.
”All I am here to do today is apologize, and encourage you to start talking to Hound Dog about anything you want. Even if it’s to complain about something no one else will listen to, or to talk about your most recent interests, you don’t have to talk about anything nitty gritty if you don’t want to. You just need to put some effort in, or you will not be getting any better, problem child.”
Katsuki barely wanted to acknowledge what Shitsei was saying in his own head, no matter out loud. So instead he brought up what he thought this was going to be about. ”So just fucking nothing about the internships?”
”Ah, right. I needed to get my more important points across first. Talk to me, Bakugo, why did you choose Best Jeanist?”
”I’ve met him before, and he’s in the fuckin top 10. He’s gotta know his shit to be that high ranked.”
”Logical. All right, that’s all I needed to say. Unless you have anything, you’re dismissed.” Shitsei turned to his desk and opened a folder that held many, many papers. He looked very content to get to work and have Katsuki just walk away. However, despite it being so early within the school year, Katsuki knew he wouldn’t actually get mad if he did have anything to say.
”Do my session notes go back to my mom?” Katsuki said- demanded, absolutely demanded. Nothing soft was in his voice, he definitely could hear his own voice clearly and there was absolutely no tremble.
”No, the only thing that gets out is behavioral notes, and that’s to me. Because of the nature of the recommendation. Things like if you are harming yourself, or if you are hating other students.”
Katsuki then turned around and speed-walked out of the room. He had to get the rest of his things, and things to consider. If he could safely bitch about his mom… with his phone out of the room, of course. He should start getting used to putting it in his locker soon.
Katsuki stared at the door in front of him. His pocket felt light without his phone, almost making him feel like he was actually about to go into combat training rather than a therapy session. But.. maybe he could try, this time.
All he got was a feeling of disappointment in himself as he walked out. Fuck. He needed to punch something.
He was back again, a week later. Standing in front of the godforsaken door looking at it like it kicked his dog. He was starting to hyperventilate, he recognized distantly. He rangled his breathing back under control with a practiced hand and walked into the room in a daze.
He only realized he was out when he was back in class and Shitty hair was yapping at him. God fucking damnit.
That came back with a passion the moment he stood in front of the door for the third week in a row with a growing apprehension. But, this time he was almost convinced to turn around. But, he couldn’t. His feet were stuck in place and he was growing a need to punch the nearest thing and make sure it was smithereens by the time he was done with it. Therapy was dumb as shit and wouldn’t work at all what the fuck was Shitsei on-
The door opened and Katsuki threw a punch on instinct, a sound somewhere in between a pained animal and an aggressive growl escaping his mouth before he realized it. His fist was caught, but quickly let go and a quiet murmuring of comforts filled Katsuki’s ears.
He was quietly ushered into Growler’s room and sat at the spot he always took on the armchair. View of the exit calmed him, even if it was mostly covered by the- by Growler right then.
”Alright, Bakugo, there you go, you’re alright.” Growler was saying softly. Well, as softly as Katsuki had ever heard Growler talk.
”Fuck off, loser.” Katuski muttered, curling up pathetically in the offensively comfortable armchair.
”There we are, I was wondering where your bite was.” Growler said at a normal volume, finally completely moving away. It wasn’t like Growler was actually in his personal space before, but how he was moving across the way to the couch put even more space in between them comforted Katsuki.
”It was out back with your fuckin area to shit in the grass.” Kastuki muttered, completely ignoring how this was turning out to be the most he talked in a session since their first one.
”I am not an actual dog.” Growler said calmly.
”I know, you’re just a freak like that.” Katsuki was both feeling better and worse with every response he gave. It made him feel more whole, and the lack of hurt from Growler made him feel too many things in too many ways to unpack right then.
”Uhh huh.” Growler said, completely unimpressed. Then, he sighed in a way he also hadn’t heard since the first meeting. “Can I ask about what happened outside?”
”None of your goddamn-” You’re supposed to be opening up to him, Katsuki. “I was bein a fuckin pussy.”
”Why do you think that?” Growler asked calmly. Like a fucking headshrinker does. Because he was a head shrinker.
”I was scared of bein in this room! Just bein in this fuckin room, and practically shitting my pants!”
Growler was staying perfectly neutral. ”You haven’t been scared for the past 2 months.”
”Only the first month.” Katsuki corrected. He was correcting someone, that was meant to feel good. Stop being a pussy. Shut up.
”Did any development happen after that month?”
”I talked to Shitsei- Aizawa-sensei.”
Instead of asking again Growler sat there until Katsuki spoke again. Which felt like a long, long time.
”Told me nothing I say in here gets back to my mom.”
”That’s true.” Growler said passively. Passively, like this was something that happened every fuckin day.
”She’s a bitch.”
”Really?” The calm neutrality in Growler’s voice was almost starting to aggravate Katsuki.
”Definitely. Fuckin blames everything on me when it’s not my fuckin fault. I have to cook every fuckin meal to myself and I can’t go in the living room half the fuckin time cause of all of the sewing projects strewn about and then she bitches at me for staying holed up in my room.”
”That’s unfair.”Growler said. Passively. Again. Kastuki was officially annoyed.
”Yeah, cause life is unfair, right?” Katsuki scoffed, and didn’t talk for the rest of the session. Growler made a halfhearted attempt at correcting himself, but it was pussy behavior and Katsuki didn’t bother to listen in the first place.
Next thing he knew he was arriving at Best Jeanist’s agency with a request to ’Call me if you need support, okay Bakugo?’. He didn’t know if he would be following that request.. but fuck, man. That was better than his parents had ever given him.He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, yet.. but Shitsei’s glares had lightened up significantly so Katski felt better. –Either way. Best Jeanist. He was staring at the picture of the doors he had in his own head. He had been staring at that picture on his phone on the train here.
It had been what Growler had suggested when Katsuki had admitted he was worried about being a pussy in front of the hero’s doors again. Katsuki was appreciating that recommendation right then, because he was able to walk through the doors like he was fearless.
He got in and told the person at the desk who he was and didn’t have to wait for long before Best Jeanist was coming out of an elevator. The jean-clad hero spotted Katsuki immediately and walked over at a break neck slow pace for how much Katsuki was starting to want to punch something.
”Bakugo, Dynamight, how was the travel?” Best Jeanist asked politely.
”Great Explosion God Dynamight.” Katsuki corrected.
The two of them stared at each other for about a minute before Best Jeanist said something. “Yes, Great Explosion God Dynamight, how was the travel?”
He was pleased that Best Jeanist immediately let it go, maybe this wouldn’t be a shitty time. Maybe he had chosen right. “It was fine, nothing I haven’t done before.”
”Ah yes, your family does do quite a bit of traveling, doesn’t it?” Best Jeanist then gestured in something like a follow me motion and turned around to go back towards the elevator.
Katsuki followed because he didn’t have much else to do here. He looked around with slightly wide eyes as he looked around the building of a top 5 hero. He was trying his best to be subtle about it, but it wasn’t like Best Jeanist had eyes at the back of his head.
”I’ll be needing to change a few things about your costume for safety. I need to put jeans on you so I can manuever you with more ease in time of an emergency.”
”Jeans?” Katsuki asked with the most disgust he remembered having in his voice since he learned what Graper was doing.
”Yes, it is the simplest material for me to manipulate. This also increases the chances of me not accidentally yanking your clothes and you not coming along with them.” Best Jeanist said casually, though Katsuki saw his eyes were tracking Katsuki’s every movement even as he pushed an elevator’s button.
Katsuki shuddered at the thought. “That happen often?”
”More often in my early days, very rarely nowadays. Do not worry, if it happens I will be paying your family and allowing you to leave the internship early.”
Would leaving the internship early even change anything? Katsuki thought faintly, thinking about the reaction his mom would have if, god forbid, something like that got on camera.
”It has happened 12 times within my 25 years of being a solo hero.” Best Jeanist said- like he was trying to comfort Katsuki. It kind of pissed him off, but Growler’s sessions must be working because he also recognized that comfort was useful.
”Maybe don’t get us in shit, and we don’t have a problem.”
”Language, and that’s the plan.”
”Language?” Katsuki asked incredulously.
”You won’t be using that language around me, Bakugo.” Best Jeanist said camly as he walked out of the newly opened doors.
”Fuck off.” Katsuki muttered stubbornly before actually looking at the room he was walking into. It looked like a fucking wardrobe. “Fuck all the damn way off I am not a fucking model!”
”Language,” Best Jeanist chimed, “I am not going to make you model, no. We have models which is why we have this room, but it’s also useful to keep jean clothing and hero costumes in here for me and the sidekicks.”
Oh fucking shit he’s loco.
”Language.” The hero was still calm, even though Katsuki hadn’t even meant to say anything.
”You are not touching me.” Katsuki whirled around to Best Jeanist, trying to put the hardest scowl he could muster on his face.
”I won’t be dressing you, if that’s what you’re saying. That’s sexual harassment, you’re a minor.”
Katsuki immediately calmed down, trying to push back memories of his mom wrestling him into clothing and yelling bloody murder at him the entire time. “Fucking fine.. what did you need from me again?”
”What’s your pants size? You look like a 30-38, but I’d like to be sure.”
Katsuki couldn’t help the look that came on his face, because somehow Best Jeanist had just looked at him and guessed his exact pant size.
”Is that a yes or a no?”
”That’s my fuckin pant size, yeah… Fuckin weirdo.”
”Language.” Best Jeanist chimed as he brought up a hand and with a flick a pair of jeans flew into his hand. The jeans changed size in real time. That was a useful ass quirk for the fashion industry. “Changing rooms are in the back corners of the room.”
This guy is fucking crazy. So goddamned insane Katsuki wondered if he would even get through this week.
His pride sufficiently broken but with a set of pleased parents later Katsuki walked out of Best Jeanist’s agency for the last time. He was pissed he missed the night at Hosu that apparently fuckin Deku had been to.
”It was nice having you intern here, Dynamight.” Best jeanist said politely.
”Great Explosion God Dynamight.” Katsuki calmly corrected him. He was already itching to get back in a session with Growler so he could bitch- but the thing was that he hadn’t bitched during the internship. At least Growler would be happy with him.
Best Jeanist just gave him the look Katsuki had gotten too many times, that look of unconvinced judgment for the name. For some reason it made Katsuki’s skin crawl. Best Jeanist continued after a second of letting the look linger. “You are welcome to come back for work studies, if you felt like this was a good fit.”
The feeling that rose from that statement couldn’t be defined as anything but a panicked aggression that made Katsuki want to punch the nearest thing. “I’ll fuckin consider it, but if I get an offer from Endeavor I’ll be going with him.”
”I’d expect nothing less from someone like you who’s reaching towards the skies.”
Katsuki scowled so immediately and so deeply he was surprised at the lack of a reaction from Best Jeanist. He heel-turned and announced “I have a train to get to.”
”Until we meet again, Great Explosion God Dynamight.”
Katsuki hid the smile from that the entire way home. When he did get home, bags in hand, the door was unlocked and when he walked in there was a new phone on the counter. Katsuki stared at it, wondering what trickery was going on. He wasn’t going to assume it was his he wasn’t going to assume it was his he wasn’t going to-
Katsuki, congratulations for your internship! -Masaru
There, on a sticky note on the box. Oh fuck this was his.
He grabbed the box and rushed up to his room- having to double back to grab his bags. He plugged the device in and powered it on and… Mistuki hadn’t even touched it, yet.
Oh he was never mentioning this to anyone. In fact, he was going to sew this into his pillow and personally cook his parents dinner for the next week. If Mitsuki asked he would say he had missed cooking for himself for the past week.
”Did the door open? Is my brat home?” Mistuki yelled somewhere downstairs.
Katsuki jolted out of his own skin, stuffed the new phone in his pillowcase and ran downstairs.
”Dear god, you brat! You managed to not be a complete fuckin dissappointment this time!” Mitsuki yelled even when he was within a few of her. Katsuki didn’t wince as he was used to it, but he thought of all the times he did that to other people and they flinched.
”This isn’t a once in a lifetime thing, you hag.” Katsuki said- without rolling his eyes but the urge was there.
”Might as well be, with the shit you’ve been pulling all year. Come on, it’s about lunch time-” It was almost four, but Katsuki wasn’t about to correct her. “-Let’s get something to eat!”
”Are we sure? We were in the middle of-” Masaru started, but was quickly cut off.
”Don’t worry about it, Masaru! This is cause for celebration.”
Katsuki tried to not shiver at the thought.
Katsuki awoke in a daze, trying to brush off memories of Shitty-hair being just barely too friendly and vigorous training that almost made him feel like he was getting somewhere. In his yawning wake up, though, he tugged on bindings.
Oh fuck he was kidnapped. Oh shit. Right, how horribly the summer camp had gone. His eyes immediately opened and blinked rapidly to make sure he was adjusted to the light of the new environment.
He was in a shitty little bar, with a goddamned muzzle around his face, and bindings tying him both to a chair and his hands together. There was only Mist-Shit behind the bar, who was cleaning a glass.
Katsuki immediately started testing the bindings, disappointed and completely dreading the fact that they were real leather. But- but maybe he could make it through if he just kept tugging- this wood couldn’t be that fucking strong, could it? He could make it through he could get out he needed to get out he-
”Ah, Bakugo, you’re awake.” Mist-Shit said, the weird purple mist shit flicking lazily. Katsuki’s breath caught in his throat and he froze. “I’ll go get Master Shigaraki Tomura, then.”
Katsuki started shaking his head so hard the chair moved an inch with each turn of his head.
”I believe that’s not quite up to you, Bakugo.” Mist-Shit said politely, walking out from behind the bar and towards one of the off-rooms.
Katsuki’s hands started sparking without his say-so, effectively just testing how big his calluses were and burning the parts of his hands that weren’t accustomed to the heat. I can’t waste sweat like this, what am I doing? I’m going to get myself killed I need to calm down now-
”Can you shut up? I have a massive ass hangover and I was trying to get Kurogiri to-” Scar-face’s voice came around the corner.
Katsuki let off a singular large explosion and suddenly stopped. That was good, the bad thing was that he also stopped breathing.
Scar-face looked a little different in better lighting and not while actively doing villain activity. That deranged look in his eyes that Katsuki knew was imprinted on his brain wasn’t there anymore, and the scars lining the underneath of his eyes looked more like eyebags than ever. This all made him look slightly less scary, but Katsuki knew what he was capable of.
”Jesus christ, kid. That explosion shit doesn’t even have anywhere to go… damn, why’d we decide to put a muzzle on you? Where’s Shigaraki? More importantly, where’s Kurogiri? He has all the best hangover medicine and-”
”Put a sock in it, Dabi. We have business to attend to.” Handjob said as he walked through the door. His arrival didn’t cause any explosions, but did cause Katsuki to start sweating like a mad man. Both good and bad… probably bad.
”You got just as fucked up as me last night, shithead. You could at the very least sympathize with me.” Scarface groaned, but did go sit at the bar instead of staying standing to fight.
”And I drank you under the table, because you’re a fuckin wimp who takes a thousand pain killers a day.” Handjob was completely ignoring the conversation he was in, his tone completely uninterested as he walked towards Katsuki. Katsuki was trying his best not to look like he was shitting his pants, because he was close to it. Maybe if he had some of these bitchass bindings off…
”You try being as fucked up physically as I am.” Dabi grumbled, but lit up a little when Kurogiri finally walked into the room.
”Oh! Is the fresh meat finally awake? I’ve been waiting so long for that cutie!” Fang bitch exclaimed as she skipped in, followed by two other people.
”Spinner couldn’t make it, he somehow lasted about 6 hours on that game last night and is completely conked out. Me and Twice are here, though.” Unibrow said.
”He was testing his stamina. Probably trying to get out of talking to the new kid!” Dichotomy exclaimed.
Oh, so Bakugo Katsuki was completely fucked. Katsuki’s life was ending here, it didn't matter what he did. Fuck, shit. Might as well accept it now. He just had to make sure he didn’t go out like a pussy.
”Doesn’t matter,” Handjob hissed. “I can do this without Spinner. Twice, undo the top.”
”Why does it have to be me?! You fucking bitch!” Dichotomy exclaimed, actually jolting back instead of moving forward.
”Just fuckin do it, alright!” Handjob exclaimed. Katsuki thought that he himself had almost flinched, but he managed to smother the reaction.
”Fucking fine..I hate you.” Dichotomy grumbled, shuffling over to Katsuki slowly. He watched Katsuki’s face with cautious eyes as he slowly undid the bindings keeping the muzzle on his face.
”YOU FUCKING- GOD THERE ISN’T ENOUGH WORDS IN THE COMMON LEXICON YOU TWATS! YOU ASSHATS! YOU SHITHOLES!-”
”Bakugo.” Handjob said in the exact way his mother always said. A warning growing in his voice within that singular word, the only difference was his last name instead of his first. It didn’t really matter, though, with how many times Shitsei had done the exact same thing.
Katsuki growled at him, but was properly shut up.
Most of the other people in the room looked vaguely impressed.
”We were here to give you an offer, Bakugo. If you could shut up long enough to hear it we may be able to work something out.”
Katsuki was trying his best to make sure his hands didn’t spark. It was hard- but hard enough that he had something to distract him from the ever growing fear of Handjob being so solely focused on him. He tried not to think of how hurt Aizawa was after the USJ. He failed.
”Can we do that?” Handjob asked with a glare.
Katsuki swallowed the immediate agreement. “Y’all fuckin kidnapped me, I ain’t cooperating a single bit.”
”A necessary but unfortunate action, yes.” Handjob waved off.
“We are really sorry for that, Bakugo, but if we thought there was any other way we’d get a chance to talk, well..” Trenchcoat’s voice came from a corner of the room- so unexpected that Katsuki full body flinched to turn towards it. There he was, in a booth, mask off with a balaclava on. It wasn’t like Katsuki could see his face, anyway, with how it was hidden in his arms as he slumped into the table.
”Oh.. oh fuck off you don’t mean that at all.”
Handjob continued, unperturbed by Katuski’s continued stubbornness. “Oh, but we do. We have all been treated wrongly by society, everyone has felt the need to run and hide from what people have done to us. You were muzzled on live television, everyone was talking about the new villain at the head of UA’s new first years.. even though you were at the top.”
”So far my experience hasn’t been something to write home about. No five star reviews from me.” Katsuki hissed.
”Ah, well, we had to take some precautions. Really unfortunate, but who knows what someone so powerful could get away with while someone isn’t looking.”
”Those explosions looked powerful! Almost pretty, you know?” Fangs bitch said from her group with Dichotomy and Unibrow.
”Quite impressive.” Unibrow agreed.
”Oh fuck off you all deserve to be fucking instituitionalized you two-bit dickheads.” Katsuki growled in an attempt to not get won over.
A TV Katsuki hadn’t seen before flickered on, switching from a screen that said ”No camera available” to what looked like a board meeting with staff of UA… including Shitsei- no, Aizawa sensei who looked a lot less like a hobo than usual.
The news reporters were ravenous in their questions, all demonizing both Katsuki himself and the UA staff.
”See that? See how fickle public opinion is, Bakugo? See how they scurry around like little rats playing a game of blame who? They all think you’re a villain, Bakugo, they think that’s who you are deep down.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
But then Aizawa-sensei stood. And then he was praising Katsuki and even calling the news reporters stupid for thinking that Katsuki would become a villain, that Katsuki was stronger than that. He didn’t even bring up his sessions with Hound Dog to prove it. Oh, oh he was okay. Katsuki would be fine, now.
”Oh look, one poor man at the head. Your teacher, isn’t it? The one that was behind the muzzling, I’d assume.”
Katsuki finally grinned. Finally felt some levity in this shitty ass situation. “Sure, whatever.”
Handjob actually had the gall to look surprised, turning back to look at him with the stupidest fucking look on his face that Katsuki had ever seen.
”Really?” Handjob asked.
”Fucking yeah, I guess. He was stern as shit, never understood me.” Katsuki said with a roll of his eyes. He truly believed his words, but he didn’t hold that against his teacher. Not at all. No matter the lack of understanding Aizawa-sensei had for him he didn’t let that get in the way of his teaching and Katsuki had to respect him for that.
”Oh.” Handjob looked delighted, Katsuki could tell. There was a sparkle in his eyes that filled Katsuki with dread. “How about, as our first act of trust, we get you out of those bindings? You can bitch and rave all you need.”
Katsuki stamped down on his reactions, keeping an iron grip to not spark and not grin even further no matter how happy he was or how much his hands itched. His hands still felt raw from the earlier sparking. It wouldn’t help to make it worse.
”Twice!” Handjob barked, glaring back at Dichotomy.
”Me again? Really? Oh fuck you, dude.”
”Get the fuck in there, Twice.”
Dichotomy inched back over and undid the leather straps holding his hands together. Katsuki had to bite the inside of his cheek to not immediately attack as he undid the cages that were surrounding his hands.
The moment the cages were off, however, Katsuki threw the cleanest punch he had ever thrown in his life to the side of Dichotomy’s head. “Oh y’all dimwits really fucked up this time. I’m not a fucking villain! I never will be, and I will fight my way out of here with every last breath I have before I let you asshats get to me.”
Dichotomy stumbled back, holding his head and scurrying back even further back to where he had been with Unibrow and Fang Bitch.
Handjob’s face darkened. “You’re going to regret that, Bakugo Katsuki.”
Katsuki took a deep breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face to try to make him seem a lot more confident than he was. He was confident that he could win, just not that he could make it out. “Make me.”
Someone knocked on the door. Everyone turned towards it, and Bakugo was kind of mad that it interrupted his moment. “Pizza delivery!” A voice yelled.
Then the wall caved in.
Then everyone was being grabbed by these random ass branches.
Then there was fighting. So much fighting. Katsuki was there, fighting too.
Was he throwing up why was he throwing up there was this shit coming out of his lungs and out of him and-
Oh god that’s one scary fucker. What the fuck is that the daddy of fucking Shigaraki? Master. Shigaraki was calling him master.
There was a large explosion, and- his clothes were being tugged and he was getting pulled out of the way and-
Best Jeanist caught him, immediately patting him down and making sure he was okay. Katsuki was so fucking glad Best Jeanist was here. “There you are, kid. God, you don’t know how much you worried me-”
There was a large explosion and the both of them moved away from each other. Overhead, there-
”BAKUGO!” Shitty hair yelled. He was flying through the air, multiple other classmates holding onto him as he reached a single hand out towards him.
”Go, kid.” Best Jeanist muttered.
Bakugo stumbled forward, hands sparking a little bit pathetically. Then he was flying- clothes tugging him up and above all the fighting. His quirk was finally working again and allowed him to move up even further and finally-
Grab onto Kirishima’s hand.
They only kind of crash landed on the other side of the battlefield. Kirishima pulled Katsuki into a hug that almost hurt, but neither of them really cared.
”Jesus fucking christ, Shitty Hair. The lungs on you have gotta be insane with how loud you said that shit.” Katsuki grumbled, but oh so gently he could barely believe he was saying the words. But it wasn’t but it was and the hug felt so nice-
”Needed to make sure you heard, you know? Didn’t want to leave you out there, even if Best Jeanist would’ve helped.” Kirishima muttered.
”I didn’t need you losers, Best Jeanist practically flung me at you anyways.” Katsuki scoffed.
”You were so fuckin manly out there, dude!” Kirishima suddenly exclaimed, shoving his face into Katsuki’s shoulder and shaking his head side to side.
”Don’t get your gross ass tears on my shoulder, Shitty Hair!-” Katsuki exclaimed, halfheartedly trying to shove the other boy away. Though, with Kirishima out of his vision he saw Four Eyes and Deku standing across from him. His attempts stopped.
”We should be leaving! We are not yet out of the blast radius for the battle, it would be better to get to the evacuation zones!” Four eyes yelled, chopping at the air like the idiot he was.
Deku was shaken out of that weird look that caused too many memories to come up. ”Right! We have to get to the rendezvous point!”
”You fuckin geeks.” Katsuki scoffed, shoving at Kirishima. “Hear that, Shitty Hair? We gotta fuckin go.”
”Let me hug you for just a little longer, dude. It took a lot to be that manly, if you hadn’t come I would’ve shit my pants.”
”God just hold my hand if you’re not gonna let us move. Those freaks were weird as hell I do not want them to grab me again.”
Kirishima practically glowed as he moved away but clasped Katsuki’s hand obediently.
Katsuki really hoped he had somehow lost enough blood to not blush. “God, don’t make it such a big fucking deal. Four eyes! Where the fuck are we going, again?”
Four Eyes seemed to be staring, which made Katsuki really want to punch him in the nose. He jolted into reality the same Deku had earlier. ”Oh, right. This way, friends!”
”Oh fuck off I am so not your fucking friend it’s funny you think we are any more than acquaintances you absolute shit head!”
”You really should fix your language, Bakugo. It’s unbecoming.”
”I’ll become your biggest fucking problem!” Katsuki yelled, but Kirishima tugged on his hand and shushed him.
”Dude, the villains may hear us. We gotta go.”
Katsuki actually did quiet, which surprised even himself. He blamed it on the way that Kirishima was using his arm like a stuffed animal.
Best Jeanist was.. in a hospital bed. Best Jeanist had gotten gravely injured in that fucking fight and all Katsuki had done was run away. What the fuck was with him? He was so fucking stupid for not trying to make Best Jeanist come with him- stupid, stupid, stupid!
The door slammed open. There stood Katsuki’s mom. “You brat! Couldn’t even wait in your hospital room for me to find you, huh?! What the fuck’s up with that!-”
”I WAS CHECKING ON BEST JEANIST! HE FUCKING SAVED ME AND GOT PUT IN THIS STUPID ASS COMA FOR NO GOD DAMNED REASON!”
”YOU COULDN’T WAIT FOR YOU MOTHER, KATSUKI?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO LOOKING OUT FOR ME, I WAS WORRIED BEYOND BELIEF YOU WERE GONE FOR A WHOLE 18 HOURS BECAUSE OF THAT GODSFORSAKEN SCHOOL AFTER SPENDING 4 DAYS AWAY ALREADY!”
”OH MY GOD, YOU WERE HAPPY TO GET ME OUT OF THE HOUSE, WEREN’T YOU?! STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU WERE FUCKING WORRYING WHEN YOU WERE SO HAPPY TO NOT HAVE ANOTHER MOUTH TO FEED AROUND!”
”Guys!-” Masaru piped up from the door way.
”I FUCKING LOVE YOU, KATSUKI! ISN’T THAT HARD TO GET THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS SKULL?! I WAS WORRIED BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I CARE THAT YOU STAY IN THE WORLD!”
”Guys!” Masaru exclaimed, nowhere near the level of volume in the rest of the room. His eyes darted off to the side for a moment.
”SURE DOESN’T FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT WHEN I’M SLEEPING IN A GODDAMNED SHED! SEE, CAUSE I GET BACK FROM ACTIVELY FEELING LIKE I WAS ABOUT TO DIE FOR 24 HOURS STRAIGHT AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS FUCKING YELL! YOU ONLY LOVE ME FOR MY QUIRK AND WHAT I CAN DO WITH IT!”
Mitsuki stalked forward. ”I love you because you’re a child of mine!”
Katsuki matched her pace and came up right in front of her. ”That’s the only reason I have this quirk, isn’t it? Because it’s his and the hag’s.”
”Oh you little dim-witted demon child-” Mitsuki started, but Katsuki suddenly heard Best Jeanist stir and decided that was much, much more important.
”Best Jeanist!” Katsuki exclaimed, pouncing over to the end of the bed.
”All this yelling..” The hero muttered.
”Don’t you turn away from me you brat.” Mitsuki grabbed at Katsuki’s hair, starting to pull him back but Best Jeanist opened his eyes and the woman had the sense to stop where she was.
Katsuki still had his hands up and trying to grab at the hand, no matter if the tugging stopped.
”Guys..” Masaru said quietly, seeming to see the same look on Best Jeanist’s face as Katsuki did. It was something he had only seen when the man was on the job. It was something hardened and calculating, trying to see how bad the situation was.
”Ah, The Bakugo’s.” Best Jeanist muttered, trying to move to get up.
”Don’t move!” Katsuki barked, scuttering over to try to support him.
Masaru seemed to perk up at the chance to leave. ”I’ll go get a doctor!”
Best Jeanist was.. he was glaring at Mitsuki as she was suddenly stood at the opposite side of the room. When had she moved? “Nice to meet you once again, Mrs. Bakugo.”
”You as well, Hakamada.” Mitsuki said, all quiet and demure now that someone else was in the room. The sight actually filled Katsuki with fear, realizing that he would probably lose his chance to fight when they got home.
Best Jeanist’s calm suddenly reassured Katsuki. He’d be able to deal with how Mitsuki would act, since he had dealt with Katsuki. ”We haven’t spoken since the last conference, have we?”
”No, we haven’t.” Mitsuki muttered.
”It was quite rude to wake me with your argument. I do appreciate the chance to be awake earlier, I suppose.” Best Jeanist commented, his hand coming up and resting on Katsuki’s head. Katsuki tried his best to not lean into it.
”It was the- It was Katsuki’s fault, he wasn’t in his hospital bed when we got here.”
”How that devolved into an argument of that size, I wonder. Especially because Katsuki should’ve been treated much more carefully after such an event.”
Mitsuki glared. “He’s strong, he can deal with it.”
”The question is if he should have to, and the answer is no.”
Katsuki whirled around to look at the both of them, effectively trapped by the small amount of affection but definitely fearing the growing frustration from Mitsuki.
”Hakamada, you should’ve called for a nurse the moment you awoke.” A doctor said from the doorway.
But Hakamada, in a weird turn of events, didn’t even look over. He kept staring at Mitsuki. They stared at each other, the only way Katsuki could know he was still in the moment in the small ways his hand was twitching within his hair.
”We must be going now that you are to be seen to.” Mitsuki growled, looking like a stalking predator. She was trapped, somehow. Katsuki had never seen something like this happen.
”Of course.” Best Jeanist said, hand finally leaving Katsuki’s head and taking his breath and stability with him.
Mitsuki glanced at Katsuki and without her having to say anything he got up from his kneeled position next to Best Jeanist’s bed and filed in right by his mother’s side. She started walking out of the room immediately, not bothering for lingering goodbyes. Katsuki gave a glance to the doctor as they passed- doctor, nurse? -but the man didn’t look at him. While they were walking out she put a hand on his shoulder. It was featherlight, felt like her fingers were more dancing across his shoulder before settling down just to remind her that she had power over him.
When they walked out into the lobby, Masaru and Shitsei were talking. Masaru was curled in on himself and almost shaking with fear. Meanwhile, Shitsei was as he always was.
Shitsei looked over to the two of them walking toward him. “Ah, Mrs. Bakugo, Bakugo-kun.”
”Aizawa.” Mitsuki acknowledged.
”I apologize, I thought that I would have to use my partial guardianship to take Bakugo-kun out of the hospital again.”
Katsuki winced at the mention of what happened after USJ.
”It was not needed this time, but I appreciate the consideration.” Mitsuki muttered, still obviously very angry about how Best Jeanist had been. Mitsuki’s hand reached over and set itself gently over Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki straightened his posture and shuffled closer to Mitsuki on instinct.
Shitsei watched this with a keen eye, “Any reason you were coming from another patient’s room?”
”Ah, little Katsuki here was worried for his mentor, after he got hospitalized saving him, of course.”
Right, it was his fault someone else had to put themself on the line for him. He was weak, and he should be remembering that now. More than ever.
Shitsei didn’t look like he appreciated this response at all. So, instead of letting him respond, Katsuki piped up anyway. “It wasn’t him saving me that got him caught. I was already out of there by the time he got hit.” Katsuki tried his best to sound as confident as he was trying to be. Of course that backfired, Mitsuki strengthened her grip. But Shitsei looked moderately less worried.
”We must get the release papers signed, Aizawa. Dinner is fast approaching.”
”Of course, but could I speak to Bakugo-kun for a moment? Just to talk to him about how his school days will be paused because of this development.”
”If you must.” Mitsuki said with a scoff, letting go of Katsuki like she was disgusted and sauntering off towards the Nurse’s desk. Masaru scuttered after her.
Shitsei stayed tracking her until she was out of sight. Then, he turned to Katsuki with worry burning in his eyes. ”You will be having a few obligatory sessions with Hound Dog.”
”I was going to go, anyway.” Katsuki muttered, looking down at the ground to try to feel like he wasn’t admitting that.
”I’m happy for you, kid. Glad you’re finally accepting help.” Shitsei said with a small smile. More of a smile than Katsuki had ever seen on the man. He tried to not let it get to his head.
”It’s nothing, dumbass. He just fucking listens.”
”Glad you are getting what you need, Problem Child. You’ve gotten happier.”
”Shut up.” Katsuki muttered without bite, looking to the side instead of just at the ground.
Shitsei looked towards where Katsuki’s parents had gone. “If you ever need to talk to me about anything, just tell me, alright?”
Ah, this is like when Growler tried to get him to admit how much Mitsuki hit him, or whenever Katsuki almost mentioned the shed. “I’m fucking fine, Shitsei. Get to your fucking paperwork.”
Shitsei sighed. “Don’t remind me, kid. Don’t remind me.” Shitsei spared one last glance towards him before turning around and stalking away.
Katsuki tried his best to not dread when his parents came back.
Katsuki was still walking on eggshells when there was a knock on the door. Checking to make sure he had his long-sleeve and pants on quickly before he went to see who he was there. It was Aizawa-sensei, and Katsuki felt his heart drop. “HEY, HAG! MY TEACHER’S HERE!” He yelled over his shoulder.
”Thank you for getting her, Bakugo-kun. May I come inside?”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. “Yeah sure, sherlock.” Katsuki scoffed, turning around and leaving the door ajar to make sure Mitsuki and Masaru had actually heard him.
Mitsuki stood there, but Masaru was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, hag, could we get Masaru in here too?” Katsuki asked.
”Why can’t I deal with this shit? Did you do something wrong, and you think I need to be tamed?”
Please god let that not be what was happening. His teachers were in the goddamned house they needed to get this the fuck over with. “Of fucking course not, this shit just seems serious and I don’t have only one parent, you know.”
”God, fine.” Mitsuki said with a roll of her eyes. “MASARU! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!”
”Coming, dear!” Masaru yelled back, things cluttering in their sewing room as he rushed out.
”Sorry for being a little late, I had a call in the car.” All might said as he stumbled in, the lack of muscles and the frailness of his body unsettling Katsuki.
”It’s quite alright, as long as I get to know what my little Katsuki did this time.” Mitsuki said, glee pouring out of every part of her. Oh she was so ready to beat his ass the moment they left.
”Do any of you want tea?” Masaru said, trying to change the topic as he always did.
Aizawa and All might both said no, but listened when Masaru guided them all to the couches in the living room.
Katsuki’s phone was going off in his pocket, some notifications that he knew had to be the losers that hung around him. He swallowed the gut feeling of checking to make sure it wasn’t Kirishima.
”In light of recent events, we have decided to put in a dorms system at UA.” Aizawa said calmly.
”What the fuck?” Katsuki said. He really couldn’t help it, the thought of living in dorms was abnormal to him.
”Language, Katsuki.” Mitsuki admonished.
”Oh, shut up. You never tell me to watch my language anyway!”
”Well I’m telling you now, brat! Yes, please Aizawa, get this little demon child away from me. Stop him from being so damn weak.”
Katsuki felt a part of him die away from that. “Oh like you’re one to talk, you hag! And weak?! I survived being kidnapped by villains!”
”Shut up, Katsuki. And you could’ve stopped yourself getting kidnapped in the first place! Don’t act like you couldn’t if you just tried a little harder.”
”Ah, alright, thank you Mrs. Bakugo.” All Might said. Aizawa was still sitting off to the side, but with a glare on his face.
”No, no, thank you for being his sensei’s and putting up with his dumb ass.” Mitsuki bowed, and Masaru did as well. But when Katsuki didn’t, her hand slammed into the back of his head and forced him to bow down as well.
Katsuki only squirmed a little bit.
”Well, we’ll be off now. We have a lot more families to tell!” All Might said nervously, standing quickly and shuffling papers around in a folder. Aizawa followed suit, and soon the two of them were gone.
”There we fucking go, brat! Finally out of the house.”
”You’re not lucky yet, I’ll still have to be in the house for breaks!”
”We’ll cross that road when we get to it.” Mitsuki waved off, quickly walking back into their sewing room.
Masaru sat there, looking amazed. He only muttered a, “Congratulations, Katsuki. I’m happy for you.” Before scuttering back after her.
Oh, so he was really getting out of this godsforsaken house. He was really doing it. He didn’t know if he felt happy about that, or not.
Shouta really didn’t do this often, but he was worried for one of his students and doing things like this was common for his students. Still, ringing up a limelight hero for non-hero related reasons felt strange. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do it, no it would be illogical to not help someone just because of a little discomfort.
Ringing Hakamada Tsunagu. . . .
The call was answered. ”Eraserhead? Is anything wrong?”
”Nothing, I just had a few questions about what happened with the Bakugo’s when they came into your room.”
Hakamada hissed, so it wasn’t good, then. ”Right, it wasn’t pretty, Eraser. It was loud enough that it woke me up.”
”You were almost in a coma.” Shouta said in disbelief.
”It was quite the squabble. I awoke to Bakugo-kun saying something about sleeping in a shed, and talking about how Mrs. Bakugo didn’t love him for him but rather for his quirk.”
Shouta tried his best to not swear, mostly because of how many times he had heard Jeanist telling Bakugo-kun off for doing the same thing. “Oh? And how was Mrs. Bakugo responding to this?”
”Not specifically well, at first she was telling him she loved him.. but she couldn’t quite respond to him saying that she only love him for what he could do for her. She started insulting him when I finally decided to show I was awake.”
Shouta sighed, putting his face in one of his hands and trying his best not to rustle the phone in a way Jeanist would hear.
”Eraser, I worry for the boy. He was jumpy about modeling, even with his small past career in it. I believe it was because of this past career with it, and what’s beyond that… I recognize his behavior, Aizawa.”
”I know, I know I know I know.” Shouta tried to squeeze at his forehead to stop the oncoming headache. “I had to visit his house to invite Bakugo-kun into the dorm system, and all Mitsuki was doing was trying to get him out of the house and calling him weak for getting kidnapped.”
”A little bit of tension is good for the boy, but so much like this will just fray his strings. You said there was a dorm system in place, now? Good. It will be much better for him.”
”Yes, it will. It’s one of the things I brought up to Nezu, even if he didn’t need much convincing.”
”Nezu was the one to push for this?”
”He said he had the plan for a while.”
”Strange, well, I must be off soon. Need to rest early to grab my shifts. I assume you need to head out soon?”
”Yeah, yeah. Alright. I’m assuming this is you telling me to update you, as well? You did offer a work study to the boy.”
”Yes, it is. If anything happens I would like to have his back.”
”I will be there for him.”
”Sometimes, one feels that they must keep a closer eye on things.”
Shouta wanted to roll his eyes. Tapping around admitting he cared for the boy after admitting he was worried earlier was annoying. “You said you had to leave.”
”Right, right. Good bye, Eraser.”
”Bye, Jeanist.” Shouta made sure to actually hang up on him, then. No who will be the one to actually do it.
Fuck. Well, at least he had more than just himself seeing this. Maybe he should bring this up to Zashi, or just go to him… yeah, he’s been missing Zashi cuddles recently. Damn villains.
The few days before Katsuki left were strange. Masaru was hovering around him and Mitsuki was keeping her paws off. It made Katsuki feel nervous, like there was a tension bubble that was going to pop. But, when the day came for him to leave, Masaru was ushering him out quietly with Mitsuki nowhere to be seen.
”Where’s the hag?” Katsuki muttered, glancing around constantly.
”Don’t worry about that, okay? You have the phone I gave you, right?”
”Right.”
”She has been reading every single message in and out of that other phone since the moment you got it.”
”Thought so.” Katsuki scowled, not happy at all at the confirmation.
”I’ve had to convince her off from revealing it a few times..” Masaru sighed.
”What? So I wouldn’t fucking know?”
”No, so she couldn’t actively use it against you. You know how she gets about you having friends.”
God, he forgot how pathetic his dad was. God, fucking shit- he really needed to hug Dad. Right then. Right at that moment, or he may cry anyway.
”Thanks, dick.”
Masaru hugged him back tightly, already crying for some reason. Katsuki could just tell. “Y-you’re welcome Katsuki! I love you. N-now go, she won’t be gone for l-long.”
He had to do something, though. His dad deserved this much, no matter how much he didn’t want to say the words. He had already said thanks directly, he could deal with a few other words that were hard to say.
”I love you, too. Don’t let her fuck you up too much, okay?”
If Katsuki thought he was crying before, Masaru was balling now. He was crying so much it almost put Deku to shame. “G-go, Kats!- Don’t just w-watch your da-dad cry!”
Katsuki pulled away and left his dad to wipe his tears as he grabbed his things. Two phones, one of which he almost wanted to never let leave his room. It was a strange feeling, one that he felt like he wouldn’t be able to name without waxing poetry or understating it greatly.
But honestly, if he had to say anything, it felt like hope.