Left Side

Chapter 7

[Shorter chapter but important]

Shoto's fist collided heavily with Katsuki's front door, the sound probably vibrating through the house.

As soon as the door creaked open slightly, he forced the rest to swing open.
"Shoto-?" Eijiro started.
"Where is my son?" He spat.
Kirishima's eyes darted away, the man's anger seeping out of every inch of his body "I don't know-" He choked on his words when his back got slammed into a wall.
"Don't lie to me."

"HEY!" Katsuki yelled, pulling Shoto off of Eijiro while growling "Whatever fucking business you have with me, don't take it out on my husband."
The blonde glanced back to see his 10 year old daughter watching, Izume and her parents still hidden in the other room. The girl had already told him a little about what had happened from anything she'd learnt last night.
"Kayda, baby, go upstairs," Katsuki said as calmly as possible while restraining Shoto.

Eijiro walked away from them both, taking Kayda's hand and leading her away.

Once she was out of sight, Bakugo took a hold of the man's shirt and yanked him forwards.
"What the fuck is up with you?"
"Where is my son?" He'd never looked so angry.
"How am i supposed to fucking know?!" He rolled his eyes, pushing the #2 hero backwards and letting go of his shirt.

He panted heavily for a second, watching as Shoto visibly had to stop himself from hitting anything.
"He didn't come home last night." He stated, saying the words through his teeth.
"What's that got to do with me, huh?" He raised his brows in an aggressive way.

"IT'S GOT EVERYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

Katsuki blinked, "Has it fucking now?"
"IF YOU HADN'T KEPT ENCOURAGING HIM INTO BEING A HERO, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED." He pointed an accusing finger at the man "This. Is all. Your fault."

"What is?" His jaw locked.
Shoto shook his head, eyebrows pulled downwards "He's always with you. He learnt from you and your stupid, immature ways."
The blonde laughed "Okay." he shrugged and looked down at the floor "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't want to lecture you on your parenting."
The man cocked his head to the side, asking passively aggressively "Lecture me on my parenting?"
Simply, he sighed "I don't see how you can blame me,"
"Katsuki, it's your fault!" He hollered.

Bakugo was trying to keep his cool, but couldn't hold back after hearing that "No, Shoto. It's your fucking fault." He hissed "It's your fault your son ran away."
The man was about to protest before Katsuki raised his voice "And its your fucking fault that he was happier in my home! He chose to come over, he chose to spend time with me."

"You convinced him to go against the rules i've always reinforced and had set from the beginning." He snarled.

"I did NOTHING but love him, but care for him!" His smile was almost written in pure disgust "Wasn't that supposed to be your job?"
"What are you suggesting?" His tone was laced in spite.
"Can't you see?" Bakugo exhaled "Your son wasn't happy and it's because of you."

He stared at him. If looks could kill, Katsuki would be gone "Shut up. You don't know anything."
"No, you just don't want to hear it. I know an awful lot about your home situation, Shoto."
"You don't know shit." He spat.
"I don't know anything? I'm basically raising your kid for you."

He let out a shaky breath "You're not his father."
"WELL IM DAMN FUCKING ACTING LIKE IT." He threw his arms out in exasperation "Fuck, Shoto. You did this."

The dual-haired mans features contorted slightly as his fists clenched by his side "I protected him,"
"You destroyed him."

"How dare you say that." He snapped back.