Bakugo's Breaking Point ‐ Completed

Part 6

TW: possible mentions of self harm

Masaru sat eating breakfast in his hotel room enjoying the view of New York, the sun was casting its morning rays along the lake making it shimmer gold and bronze. The streets were bustling with life as taxi’s honked at each other and paperboys threw newspapers at doors, everything seemed perfect. The silence was interrupted by his phone ringing

“Hey hun,” Masaru said a little concerned. It was 12 am in Japan and Mitsuki was calling him, “Is everything alright?” her end of the phone was silent except for her shaky breath. She began to freak him out, “Mitsuki?”

“No,” she said quietly, “when will you be back?”

“Not until next week? What happened?” Masaru sat down on his bed as his wife started to talk but could barely say two words before bursting into tears. Masaru’s blood ran cold as he heard his wife violently sob on the other end of the phone, what made it worse was that he couldn’t do anything to help her. After what seemed like hours the sobbing stopped and Mitsuki took a deep shaky breath before speaking

“I'm sorry.” she whispered into the phone

“It’s okay, Mitsuki, I need you to tell me what happened.

“Right” she took a deep breath in and began describing the details of the day, how she was cleaning the house when she got a call from the school about her son missing and being in a fight with Izuku, and how he was being rushed to hospital. She went on to explain how she was waiting by the back window and saw him crash into the lake behind their house, and how she couldn’t do anything but pray for help, “ then one of his classmates, Kaminari I think, went in and saved him and Kirishima from drowning, but it was almost too late for Katsuki, Masaru, Katsuki almost died and there was nothing I could do about it.”

“Is he alive though?” Masaru said trying to comfort his wife.

“Yes, thankfully,” Mitsuki went on to describe how Katsuki looked, the bloody face, torn shirt, glass shards; the broken ribs, fractured jaw, punctured lung, and lastly the scars she ignored for so long, “ how could’ve been so blind. It’s my job as a mother to protect him, and I failed. Not only did I let him get beat half to death, but I was ignorant and believed the lies he told me."

“It’s not your fault Mitsuki so stop blaming yourself. it’s both our jobs as parents to protect our child,” why did this have to happen while he was in America. The only time he’d be gone for more than a couple of days, his son almost gets killed and he can’t leave America till the fashion show is over, “ we both failed.” he said quietly

“I should probably get home,” Masaru heard the car engine turn on and Mitsuki started driving, “enjoy the fashion show and i’ll see you in a week. Love you”
“Love you too.” the phone call ended and Masaru laid on the bed staring at the ceiling, he wanted to call out and go home but his boss made it painfully clear, if he didn’t run this show, he’d be fired.

“Oh Katsuki, what did you get yourself into this time?” he turned his phone on and stared at the lockkscreen, it was a picture of Katsuki and him about to ride a rollercoaster, he was completely terrified but Katsuki’s smile filled up his whole face and his eyes were lit up brighter than a christmas tree. His son wasn't always this violent and annoying, but something changed in him when he hit puberty and he became a violent and unbearable burden.

A/n: sorry this one was a little choppy, i kind of forgot Katsuki had a dad, so i gave him a short part.