Wrong Move...

Katsuki

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Crash
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Screams could be heard in the Bakugo household...
Katsuki was on the floor, crying. He was just a young boy, he had freshly turned 4.

Fear struck his core as he looked up at his raging mother who was holding a broom stick in a striking position.
She clearly wasn't in her right mind...

Why?

Well, Katsuki looked a little too much like his father...
Who had died just a year ago.

Mitsuki wasn't able to handle the death of her spouse, she was driven mental.
She already had slight abusive tendencies when her husband was alive,  she would hit little Katsuki for some of the smallest things...

However once there was nothing holding her back and nothing to cope with, she became one of the worst parents alive...

She struck Katsuki with the broom, right to his face.
She didn't know the side of the broom she had struck his face with was slightly sharp and jagged.

She accidentally slit his lip.

A blood curdling scream could be heard from Katsuki as blood started to spill from his face.
And despite that, mitsuki didn't stop...

She wasn't doing this for no reason, however her reasoning still wasn't valid. Nothing Katsuki could've done was worth this kind of punishment.

But earlier he had accidentally broken a plate that she deemed was her favorite.

"YOU'RE AN UNGRATEFUL BRAT I TELL YOU! THAT PLATE WAS A GIFT FROM YOUR FATHER! YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO RUIN THINGS! I WISH YOU'D DIE JUST LIKE YOUR DAD!" she screamed in a raging fit.

Katsuki quickly scrambled to his feet as he tried to run away, he ran to his room
Mitsuki chased behind, holding the broom stick made it harder to run fast.

Katsuki locked his room door and ran to his bathroom and locked that door too.
He then positioned a chair that was in the bathroom against the door to make it practically impossible to open.

He hid in the cabinet of his bathroom. He was scooched up to the corner, holding his legs in his arms with his head tucked into his knees.

Blood was still dripping from the open wound on his face.
Shallow and Shakey breaths could be heard from him as he tried his best to keep quiet.

Bangs could be heard on the door to his room as she tried to bust the door down.
It was harder than she thought it would be, especially with how her quirk didn't really give her any physical attributes and she was pretty weak.

"IF I SEE YOU YOU'LL REGRET EVER SHOWING YOUR FACE!" She screamed as she gave up.

The banging came to stop as she walked away from the door.

Light sobbing and sniffles could be heard from Katsuki as tears slid down his soft face.
"I wish... I was never born...
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Where am I going to go now...

Would izuku help me...?

I'm not sure
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He has problems with his dad too...

Why are all parents so mean... So evil... What did we do...?
I didn't ask to be brought into this world...

I miss dad... He was always so nice
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Why does mom hate me so much..." Katsuki thought to himself as he crawled out of the cabinet.

He looked into the mirror, the open wound stung and was obviously deep.
He grabbed some paper and dampened it.
He wiped his wound, it stung even more as he flinched.
It didn't hurt as bad as his head hurt, the broom stick had done some bad damage...