effervesce [bakugo katsuki x muslim!reader]

Chapter Twenty One: Mother Knows Best

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

These four white walls had been imprisoning Bakugo for the last week and he was sick of it.

So sick of the bore that he had left the world news  play on the tv screen mounted to the hospital room wall.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in anger at the fake news. He looked over at his parents who were watching intently what was playing on the screen.

"Do you guys really believe that?" Asking with a displeased face.

"Hm, I don't want to believe it but seeing things like this does make me wonder," Mitsuki mumbled, her eyes glued to the speaking reporter.

"Tch," The teenager, yet again, translated his anger into an eye roll and tongue click.

Hearing this, Mitsuki turned towards her son, "Why are you so angry about this?"

"Because whatever they are saying is fucking wrong! They aren't like that!" Katsuki yelled out, pointing an accusing finger at the television screen.

Katsuki grimaced and held onto his lower abdomen after his outburst. Of course he would shout so hard that his stitches were about to explode — No less should be expected of an Bakugo's temper.

"Calm down Katsuki," Masaru quietly tried to hush his son, for the sake of keeping the recovering stitches from bursting.

The brunette male turned back to his wife with a smile, "Honey, I think  what Katsuki is trying to say is that we shouldn't judge people based on what we hear of them."

Mitsuki hummed in response, "I understand that, but what I was trying to say is that I don't know enough about the faith to comment on it."

It was only natural for the ash blonde woman to feel this way. Of course, Mitsuki didn't want to be that person to judge a book by its cover but she also didn't want to give an opinion on something she had so little information about.

The only information she had about Islam was from the media as Islam wasn't something seen often by Japanese people. And when it was, it was often decorated with words like terror, bombs, danger or murder and so forth.

So what was Mitsuki supposed to think?

"So, you're racist? Great." Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as Mitsuki glared at him.

"Actually, I believe the correct term is Islamophobic." Masaru corrected his son, pushing his glasses up.

Mitsuki elbowed her husband harshly, Masaru let out a quiet huff of pain at the contact,  "You're not helping, Masaru."

The blonde woman then turned towards her son once again, "Katsuki! Why are you falsely accusing me of something I'm not!" His mother defended herself angrily.