Will Of The Heart

Chapter 10

"Fix him? Why the hell is that my responsibility? If anything, I should call the cops. They'll fix everything." Izuku huffs, surprising everyone with his language and suggestion. "What he did to me counts as domestic abuse, sexual or not, Yuno."

"He's a troubled guy. Why the hell did you go out with him anyways? You guys aren't alike at all." Yuno scoffs, crossing her arms as the class watches their interaction closely. "You're a huge fucking softie, he's like stale bread."

"He's manipulative. That's all I want to say on the matter." Izuku claps, gaining the attention of the entire class. "So what song are we doing for the festival? I don't have time and Kat wrote a new song that we have to practice on top of this."

"A new song? Oh! Are you two doing a duet?! That's so romantic!" Mina shouts, causing for the blonde to blush in embarrassment as she scoffs.

"You'll hear it when we perform it. Now Kyouka, what are you singing?"

"I wrote a song... I'll have a soundtrack, so I'll give it to Mina and you guys can figure out choreography with the class. I'll be teaching everyone else how to play their instruments. Um, Midoriya-san can practice on her own and we'll put it together a little closer to the date. Sounds good?" Kyouka instructs and questions as everyone agrees. "Great! We start practice in a week."

"Izu, take Akari for me." Katsumi holds up her daughter, handing her off to the greenette who takes her happily. "I need to call someone.

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"You need me to babysit Akari while you two play band with the school?" Mitsuki questions, bouncing Akari on her knee; the baby gurgling with happiness from the stimulation. "I don't mind at all. I basically work from home anyways, so what's the schedule."

"Basically every Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. The festival is on a Saturday in three weeks. I'll have Deku pick her up while I drop her off." Katsumi explains, a hand placed over her stomach as she zones out. "I only volunteered because I didn't want Deku making a fucking fool outta himself."

"Kat, why are you holding your stomach like that?" The older blonde raises an eyebrow as Katsumi leans back, returning the look. "You're pregnant again?"

"You sound so against it. I'm sensing some hostility from an old hag." Katsumi scoffs as Mitsuki sits up straight, shaking her head.

"No! I'm happy for you two. I'm really glad that you found someone you love after that whole Todoroki thing... But I have a feeling that you're impregnating yourself to run away..."

"Hah?! Run away from fucking what-?"

"From what happened with Miko. You haven't been to therapy since the beginning of your second trimester with Akari. You need to talk about what happened with someone. Hell, did you even tell Izuku what happened?"

"What's there to tell...?"

"Kat... even though you were young and terrified, we all know that you wanted that baby. It wasn't just about staying out of the tabloids or even about protecting us. You were emotionally attached to the baby. You researched ways to help it. What was good and bad for you. You even had a list of names. You wanted the kid despite the torture you were put through." Mitsuki sighs, placing Akari on the floor as she moves a hand onto Katsumi's leg; caressing it softly. "I've spoke with my therapist about my anger issues and the parenting I've used on you. I realize that I'm the one to blame for your emotional constipation. I apologize sincerely for it, but I do believe that therapy can go a long way."

"I just don't want to talk about it... at least not until after the trial is over. I want to move on from that bullshit." Katsumi sighs, rubbing her stomach softly. "I... I don't want to relive it while it's still happening. Every time I close my eyes, I can still smell his breath on my face. I can hear those words and I... I don't want that anymore."

"Alright, I won't push you to talk about it. Just know that I'm here for you. So are your husband and father. Plus this little sweetheart." Mitsuki blows a raspberry onto Akari's cheek, earning a loud squeal from her granddaughter.

"Thanks..."

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"I think that's enough for today. We have the instruments down for the most part." Kyouka glares at Denki who shrugs, playing with the guitar pick. "All I need to do is finalize the lyrics and we should be good to go-!"

"Uh is an 'Izuku Midoriya' here?" A scratchy voice calls, the entire room going silent in confusion as they turn to look at a white haired man with bright yellow eyes.

"... Do I know you?" Katsumi raises an eyebrow, staring at this man who glares down at her. "Why the hell should we tell you if he's here? Who is he to you?"

"What the hell? He's my boyfriend, bitch. Now where is he?" The man scoffs, crossing his arms as Katsumi chuckles; shaking her head.

"He's my husband, asshole. He's also not here right now because he's spending time with our daughter. So I suggest you leave him alone before I get the cops involved. He doesn't need a creepy, stalker bitchboy anymore." Katsumi hairflips, turning her shoulder to flip him off. "Not when he has me, at least."

"Oh? So you peg your husband? There's no way he got you pregnant."

"Pregnant twice, we're expecting a second." She caresses her stomach with a pout, seeing steam come off of this man. "I'm a week and a half. Such a shame for you, honestly. Maybe if you would have treated him right, he wouldn't have left you in such a hurry."

"He fucking loved me."

"You fucking abused him. That wasn't love, sweetie." Katsumi patronizes him as she sits back down by her drum kit. "If you want some proof of my marriage to the best man in the world, I have a playlist on YouTube waiting for you. My pregnancy journey is also there as well. Just look up 'Midoriya's PlayHouse'."

"Fuck you."

"He already does. Sucks to be you once again."

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