warning: mentions of bullying, rape, and abuse. more will be noted on top of each chapter
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warning: depicted abuse ˚✧₊⁎| お誕生日 | ⁎⁺˳✧༚
𝓣𝓱𝓮 passing days only increased Katsuki's happiness. He had always been filled with some set of joy but had never felt this much in such a long time. He loved it.
Humming quietly against the sizzling sounds of fried vegetables, his parents glared at their son. His sudden change in mood only fueled their drunk and delusional state.
"D-D-Dinner's ready." Katsuki stuttered out. His parents glanced at one another, before heading to the two seated dining room table.
Katsuki placed their separate plates down in front of them, Mitsuki surprised by the choice of the dinner. One of her favorite meals; Tantanmen. Placing a beer for both of them down at the table, Katsuki quietly stood back as he watched his parents eat.
Rule #23: Must stand before being dismissed
"Katsuki," His name was strung with so much venom it almost brought the boy to tears. Looking up to meet his mother's eye, he shivered.
Rule #12: Never look up unless directed towards
"What's so special that you cooked my favorite meal," Masaru took another swig of the beer, finishing it whole as he handed it to Katsuki. The boy clutching it tightly.
"M-May I g-go and bring o-o-out the last m-m-meal?" Katsuki waited for a response from someone. With a heavy sigh, Mitsuki grunted. Katsuki rushed into the kitchen to fetch another beer and the surprise dessert.
A small tune the pair recognized brought their attention back towards the humming boy who had entered the room. A candlelit cake was held in his hands as he placed it down in front of his mom. Mitsuki staring at the neatly designed cake, the scribbled "Happy Birthday" fluffed onto it.
The couple, for once, lost for words.
"I-I'm sorry i-i-if you didn't want a-a cake for your b-b-birthday, Ma'am." Katsuki stuttered, backing up from his mother's seat. Mitsuki stared at the wax rolling down the candles' somewhat jagged edges.
Katsuki had found the old candles somewhere in the attic. Studying how to make a cake in the hours, or minutes, he was able to get away from his bullies during school.
"Whatever," With a swift blow, the fire that was once ignited on the waxed tip, had soon vanished into gray smoke. "Slice it for us."
Pushing the cake back towards Katsuki, he smiled softly. Taking the cake platter, he shuffled into the kitchen.
"M-Ma'am, would you l-like me to p-p-put the rest in t-the f-f-frid—"
