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His mother spent the entire week calling him on repeat. He hasn't gone back to this house since the dormitory opened after kamino in late August and he has been using the provisional exam and the the remedial course as an excuse to not go back. Though it didn't stop her from spamming him with phone calls and texts.
But now that he acquired his provisional license she won't take no for an answer. She did threaten him to come to the school to "drag his ass back" to their house but she's also the one who taught him to work his ass off, she taught him that taking a break was never an option but a weakness. So when he used school work plus the the remedial course and his extra training as an excuse, saying that he was too busy to go back, he knew that she wouldn't actually make him go back.
But after acquiring his liscence , he knows that she would've acted on her threats. So he went back to their house for the weekend after begrudgingly picking up her call Wednesday evening. And she was angry. She wasn't angrily and loudly screaming at him. She contained her anger just stating that he would go back this weekend. It wasn't a question or even a demand. It went unsaid that if he didn't come back he would regret it. So she knew that he would come without her needing to even lift a finger. All she needed was one sentence " You're coming back here this weekend."
And her silent rage is terrifying. Because it's contained. And when she'll explode, it's going to be red.
It's now the end of the second week of December. The air is frigid and the wind is biting.
It's currently Friday evening and he's washing the dishes after a dinner with his parents in heavy silence. His father retreated in his office the second his mother finished her plate. As for her, she's still seated at the table, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at his back. He can feel her piercing gaze and her anger boiling. He's on edge, shoulder tense waiting for her to start talking.
"you finally have time for your parents." He almost flinched at the sound of her voice. Her tone cold. "Well, I told you I was fucking busy."
"Stop fucking with me brat! You didn't even pick up my fucking calls nor respond to my texts !"He wanted to snap back but what was the point she was always right anyway."i'm sorry."
"NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT. When will you stop being a disappointment. First you get on house arrest for FIGHTING! Then you fail your provisional liscence exam."
"Well I did fucking get it in the end now didn't I."
"YOU HAD TO FUCKING RETAKE THE EXAM! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING WEAK? I'M FUCKING TIRED OF YOU!" She's exploding. She hits the table with her hands standing up abruptly her chair falling to the ground."AND REALLY? FIGHTING? NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY WITH YOU. YOU NEVER FUCKING LEARN! AND FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING!" She now was a few steps behind him as he turned around to look at her determined to not look down. The moment he crossed her gaze he felt the burn of her punch on his jaw. "You deserve a punishment and you fucking know it! AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE! Between the sludge vilain, the fucking sport festival fiasco and getting fucking kidnapped because you were too WEAK to save yourself! ON TOP OF ALL THAT YOU FUCKING FAILED?" She was grabbing his arm, her grip painful. She yanked at his arm and pushed him against the wall. He winced slightly at the impact as her other hand gripped his shoulder her nails digging into his skin through his shirt. "You're weak." She takes her glass on the nearby table taking a few steps back finishing her drink while looking away from him.
" You think I don't fucking know that!? But I'm still your fucking kid! So could you STOP being A BITCH FOR ONCE In YOUR FUCKING LIFE!?" He snapped and instantly realized his mistake. He knew how scary her pent up anger was. But like she always said he couldn't just "fucking keep his mouth shut". The glass she was holding shattered on his forearms as he protected his face. The glass cutting his skin as shards embedded themselves in his skin. She then gripped his arm harshly above his elbow throwing him sideways into the table taking advantage of his state of stupor. Again, his back takes the hit on the edge of the table. " you have the NERVE to fucking insult ME? You want to be disrespectful? Fine! I'll just have to remind you your lesson." His mind goes blank for a second as his breath was taken away by the force of the impact on his ribs.
Fuckin hell I hope it's not broken
He doesn't even see her leave the room before she comes back a few seconds later with a baseball bat in her hands. He got it as a gift from his father when he was a kid. Katsuki never had any interest in baseball but his father did. He doesn't have the time to form a thought before he feels the pain of the blow on his stomach. He instantly bends over from the force of the impact and retches up the little amount of food he was able to force down his throat. He doesn't have the time to recover before another hit, this time on his back, sends him to the ground on his hand and knees (thankfully not into his own vomit). She hits him several times with the same amount of strength without a break. She could've been screaming at him he wouldn't have been aware of it. After a few more hits she stops and he hears the bat falling to the ground.
If I didn't have any broken ribs then I'm pretty sure that I do now
" Stand the fuck up!" He pushes himself of the ground to his feet facing her again. "You fucking fought with Inko's brat! You can't be serious! Instead of beating him up you should fucking take exemple! That kid hasn't been disrespectful once in his life! HE DOESN'T INSULT HIS OWN FUCKING MOTHER! AND YOU DID WHAT? AS MUCH OF A WEAKLING AS HE IS HE NEVER GOT KIDNAPPED AND HE DIDN'T FUCKING FAIL LIKE YOU DID!" She grabbed his throat as she screamed tightening her grip as her voice raised.
I can't fucking breath. I gotta get out.I gotta get out.Igottagetoutigottagetoutigotta...
He could feel the sludge in his throat and the burning hand on his neck. He gripped at the hand and wrist that were chocking him prying it away. The second the contact went away he stepped back until his back hit a cold surface as air filled his lungs again. He took a few breaths in before lifting up his gaze. His limbs were shaking and he met the eyes of his own mother. Not the sludge, not any members of the league, but his mom.
" Did you ever reflect on yourself. Did you never think that, maybe, if I turned out this way, it's because of you? Because you used me as a punching bag my whole life? Because you never did anything for me? Because you never took care of me? Because instead of being worried for me you saw me as a burden? If Deku is better than me it's maybe because he has a better mom."
"HOW DARE YOU FUCKI..."
"WHAT?AM I WRONG? BECAUSE IF YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT! IF YOU TURNED OUT LIKE THAT! IT'S MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ALSO GOT YOUR FUCKING ASS BEAT! What? You weren't loved as a poor little kid so you have to fucking take it out on me?" Her expression turned cold "I was never beat up as a child because I was wanted! I NEVER FUCKING WANTED YOU! I RAISED YOU THE WAY YOU DESERVED! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE..."
Her screaming got louder but I couldn't hear her anymore. I felt like I got stabbed in the heart. But I had to be aware. Because she's exploding. Even those few seconds of stupor were enough for her to grab the bottle of wine that was broken on the floor. I don't even know when it fell. Probably when my back hit the table.
There's glass everywhere on the floor. Did I kneel on that?
And because I was to occupied with my own thoughts she was able to swing at my face with the broken bottle. My head was now tilted sideways my eyes looking at the floor as blood was dripping down my face. My whole body was shaking as she took a few steps back breathing hard. I don't even look back at her as I try to run out. But she grabs my wrist strongly to prevent me from leaving. The force of the action yanking out my shoulder off its socket. I let out a scream that I barely hear as she starts to scream again. I use my other hand to release myself from her grip pushing her away. I run to the door stepping into my boots and wrench the door open not bothering to close it. Once I'm outside I keep running not looking back because I know she won't follow me. She doesn't want to be seen. Her image is important. But I keep running because I want to be out of her sight, away from the anger and disappointment in her eyes, away from this house.
After a few minutes I slow down getting into an alley between two buildings leaning heavily on a wall, panting. I take a few breaths as the adrenaline subsides.
"Fucking damn it"
It hurts like a bitch. I have to set my shoulder back in place. I look around and see that one of the windows a few steps away has bars on it. So I stand in front of it, the hand of my dislocated shoulder gripping at one of the bars as I hold my shoulder with my other hand. I pull backwards in a swift motion as I use the hand on my shoulder to guide the dislocated bone back in it's socket letting out a scream (and then cursing at every mothers the earth has ever known). After staying still for a good 30 seconds breathing hard I let go of the bar stepping backwards to slide down against the opposite wall, still holding my shoulder, and lean my head back to rest on the cold surface.
My hands and legs are still shaking. My ribs and back are killing me. And her screams echo in my head. And now I'm feeling the cold air. As I look at the chills running down my arms is see the shards of glass embedded in my skin. I bite on my lip as I yank out the bigger pieces before standing back up. I can't sit still, as winter started for a little while, it's getting colder. It couldn't be over 3 or 4 degrees right now.
As I look down rubbing my hands together trying to heat them up, ignoring the blood, I see that I have my hoodie tied around my waist.
Thank fucking god
I put it on quickly, my shoulder and ribs screaming in pain and my arms burning against the fabric. But I much prefer the pain than the fucking cold. I look around at the empty alley pulling my hood up and quickly decide to go somewhere that's lit up. I walk to a nearby bus stop sitting on the cold metal bench.
So what now? I'm not going to fucking spend the night outside. Not that I never got kicked out before. It did happen a few times, not many times, but still. And it hasn't happened in a long time more importantly not since Kamino.
I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest. I know I can defend myself but everything hurts and I'm just fucking tired. And the cold doesn't go well with my quirk. I can't go back. I won't go back. But where should I go? I could go to Kirishima's. No way in hell. His house is more than an hour away by train and it's not like I have any money on me. And how could I burden him with my shit? I just can't. He's alway whining about missing his moms so I really can't ruin that for him. I do have the other idiots but Ashido and Kaminari are both to nosy and over empathetic and Sero has a fuck tons of siblings. He can't deal with my shit.
Who would've thought I would be surrounded by so many people at any point in my life. Not even a year ago I wouldn't even have thought of going to someone about anything even less about my problems, or whatever.
Now is not the fucking time for that.
I luckily still have my phone in my pocket. At least one thing is going my way. I scroll down my contact not that I have a lot of numbers saved though.
*Caterpillar*
I have aizawa sensei's number...He keeps having to deal with my bullshit. Kamino was just 3 month ago for fuck sake. He gave us his number after the events in case of an emergency. But is it considered an emergency?
"If it was me who was having a panic attack and nightmares would you think I was weak for it?"
Kirishima told me that after calming me down from a nightmare induced panic attack. His room is next to mine at the dormitory so he heard explosions through the wall. I thought he would also think I was weak for being like that just because of a stupid nightmare. But he didn't.
If it was him in my situation would I want him to call someone? Would I want him to ask for help and call Aizawa ?
"Fucking hell..." I rather not think about that.
I should call. It's Aizawa. I trust him. Somehow. He always protected us. Even me.
So I call.
" Aizawa Shouta speaking. How can I help you?"The monotone voice of his teacher answers quickly.
I didn't think about what I would say. What the fuck am I supposed to say. 'Hey sensei! The hag beat the fuck out of me so I ran away but it's freezing cold and I'm still scared like a fucking child because of the league so come pick me up.'
"Hello?"
"I...Sensei..."
"Bakugou?...Where are you right now? I'll come to you."