Tics and Scratches

Chapter 15

Bakugo meakly thought to himself that the week had gone far too fast as he walked through the door to his house, relishing only in the warmth that swarmed his shivering body. Aizawa had given him a meaningful pat as he had walked out of the UA gates earlier that day but it hadn't been quite enough to settle his nerves. It was cute really, how even one of the most pessimistic men he knew had faith in his parents. Such a stark contrast to the ever optimist, Kirishima, who had given him about ten watery smiles before they parted ways. The two needed to get together and come together on some nice middle ground. He wasn't going to end up dead but there was approximately a 0% chance of him leaving the conversation with just a doctors appointment and hugs.

As soon as he stepped through the door he could sense how different the atmosphere was to usual. Despite this, he somehow managed to survive the first evening with hardly any harsh words being thrown his way but it was clear that the way his last visit had ended had left a lasting impact on the two adults. The anticipation of sitting there waiting for the topic to be broached was debatably worse than the reprimanding he was expecting. In the end, the desire to escape the awkward situation had caused him to scamper up to his room as soon as possible on multiple occasions. He was disappointed in himself for not just biting the bullet and telling his parents what he needed to. A deep part of him was desperate to open up his phone and send a message to Aizawa depicting his victory in gaining support. But instead he had reverted back to his old ways, suppressing as many tics as possible not caring about the consequences. 

It was a couple of days after he had first arrived and he had almost completely forgotten about the daunting prospect when his phone pinged with a message. Just a simple "are you okay?" from Kirishima almost tipped him over the edge that he was dangling his legs off of. He didn't want to admit it but he just felt so stressed. He knew realistically he could ring up Aizawa at anytime and the man would be at his house as soon as the words "I don't feel safe" left Bakugo's mouth. Yet there was an inkling of him that wanted to prove himself wrong. He wanted to believe that his parents loved him just like Aizawa said and this was the best way to find out.

He had originally planned to give himself a few more days to come up with a decent plan but that was all thrown out of the window when he screwed himself over that same evening. He was sat at the then silent dinner table when he had zoned out, forgetting about the situation he was in. He had found himself weirdly enjoying the tense silence that had encased his house. It was a big improvement from the forced family bonding times he was used to. But that didn't last long as he was jolted back into consciousness by Mitsuki's hands slamming down onto the table as she hurried to stand up and loom across the one thing separating them.

"What did you just say to me, brat?" She snarled, instantly quickening his heart rate. He desperately scavenged through his memory, trying to remember what he had said. His question was quickly answered when his mother continued. "How dare you tell your own mother to go die! What the fuck is wrong with you, Katsuki?" Oh shit. He should've been paying attention, but his mind was caught up in the plan he was carefully trying to concoct. Stunned, he swivelled his head to stare at Masaru, hoping to have someone that could possibly save him from this mistake. But to his surprise and utter horror, the man had a thunderous expression on his face. He had really screwed up. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

"I didn't mean to! I promise, mum, I promise. Please." Tears sprung to his eyes as she scraped her chair across her carefully polished floor and stalked over to him. It was hard to not notice the wine bottle that shone in her hand. In that moment he knew he had crossed over the precisely painted line by the murderous glint that shone in the tall woman's eyes. "I can't help it." He pleaded as she stood tall in front of him. Panic was crashing through him in tidal waves and he didn't know for how much longer he'd be able to make rational decisions. He didn't think he'd ever felt so scared, not even when he was locked up in a dingy corner of the league of villains hide out.