𝐉𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐠 ;𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯!𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘈𝘜

𝟎𝟎𝟏

Part I. The Fall
3:44 PM ; The Bakugo Residence

HE GREW UP IN A WHITE TOWNHOUSE WITH A BLACK FENCE. It was what his dad described as a fixer upper. Cracks up and down the sides of it. Creepy crawlies and fauna breaking in. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards could be heard from anywhere in the house, the earthy smell of chlorophyll in the air making his nose water and the place more insufferable. He wanted to run and never look back as soon as he stepped foot in it.

But his mom loved it. She loved the view of the town from the master bedroom's balcony. The way you could stand at any angle and see a different person's story.

And how could she resist the houses unique quirks? The pastel blues and greens of the kitchen cabinet doors with little paintings of plants and animals on them. The cloudy sky painted on the ceilings, showing you a beautiful day even when it wasn't. The way the sun always pointed towards the windows, beams of warm orange light brightening up the house, giving you the urge to grab a cup of tea and watch it set beneath the other white townhouses with black fences. No matter how old and decayed it might've seemed, there was still beauty in it.

And lately, Bakugo couldn't help but wonder where the beauty went.

He watched his parents fight from his room. Peering at them from the rusted frames of his window with guilt digging it's way through his organs.

Mitsuki slapped her husband across the cheek once, then again, and then pushed him away when he tried to take the boxes from her hand. She continued piling the cardboard into the trunk of her red SUV furiously. Nothing Masaru said calming her down in the slightest. 

She wiped her wet smudged mascara on the back of her hand and reached for the door handle. He jerked her arm towards him, knocking her back, the woman tripping on her feet.

Bakugo's heart boiled at the sight of his mother on the concrete, and even if she'd been the one hitting him for the past hour, he skipped nearly all the steps as he rushed out into the driveway.

"Hey! Get the hell off her!" Bakugo yelled, grabbing his father by the shirt, cocking his fist back. His eyes howling with an anger he hadn't felt in a while. An anger that literally burned holes into the white-T beneath his fingers. His quirk activated.

"Katsuki!" He turned his attention to his mother, who regained her balance. "Stay out of this!"

"You look like you need the help!"

His eyes gestured to her kneecaps, riddled with scratches and scrapes. That one little fall bruising her up so badly.

"You could've helped by telling me the truth!"

"Mom," he lowered his tone, "I was protecting you..."

"No! You were too much of a pussy to say anything," she stepped closer to them, heat radiating off her skin. "Your gonna end up like your father! A failed pro hero and divorced!"

She yanked off her ring and threw it to the ground. Bakugo always loved that ring. It had a silver band with a ruby in the center. His dad bought it to replace the first one that got lost in Bakugo's stomach when he was a baby. This one was more her, it matched her eyes and fiery spirit.

And now it was rotting away with the worms.

The car's engine roared, wheel's turning and backing out of the driveway. The two watched as Mitsuki got farther and farther away, becoming an ant in the horizon.

"Mom..."

His father snaked an arm around him, the front of his shirt gray and burned off, remnants of it stuck to Bakugo's palm. Masaru's fingers grazed the side of his son's waist, touching the strip of skin riding up the boys figure. The other arm was around his chest, a hand on his pec. Masaru lightly squeezing the area.

He placed his chin on Bakugo's shoulder, whispering seductively into the boy's ear, "It's ok Katsuki, it's not your fault. You weren't the one that cheated on her."

The blondes breath caught in his throat as his father's wandering hands held him tighter. The overbearing heat of their bodies making his knees buckle. His pulse punching him in the chest over and over again.

"Don't worry about her anymore, now you get to spend time with me. Just the two of us. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Y-Yeah, dad."

Masaru released him, Bakugo hunching over, violently heaving in an attempt to retrieve his breath as his father walked away like everything was normal.

"I'm gonna go find us a movie! Don't stay out too long or I'll watch it without you!" He joked, closing the door behind him.

Bakugo's eyes lingered down the road. Part of him prayed that his mother would turn around and take him with her. He knew it was wishful thinking, that she was never coming back and that this was his life now. The white townhouse with the black fence was no longer a home with fond memories of his childhood.

It was a place where he never stopped falling. Where he never got the courage to stand back up.

To be continued...

Gotta get back in the hang of writing, then I'll pump out some 4000 word chapters like I used to. Sorry if this is ass.

6/1/22 | 922 words