The Longing: Katsuki Bakugou

A Re-evaluation: (Bkg POV only)

I had no idea what I was doing. A sudden realization hit me. It came from Deku none the less. But it hit me hard and fast like a train.

"This whole thing happened because you were to scared to express how you felt!"

That statement stopped all the noise in my head that was telling me to run away from the situation. It cut off the voices telling me to hide from these emotions and break down. In any other situation related to y/n like that, I would've had a panic attack. But no. No. I walked back to my room and sat on my bed. I pulled out my phone and clicked on the safari app. I even went to google and searched, "how to express yourself." When nothing used came up I searched more things.

How to get closure

How to apologize

How to approach someone

How to tell someone you need them

After that, I called my mom. Yes. I called my mom. I didn't exactly know why. But it felt right.

"Katsuki? Brat! You never call! It's past your bed time! What do you need-" she started, before a lot of shuffling on her side.

"Hey son. Don't mind her. She's just cranky because you woke her up. Although, this is unusual. Is everything okay?" Dad said, taking over.

The words I had spoke. So confidently in my mind clogged themselves in my throat. I felt like hanging up and ignoring it. I could go back to normal. I could easily forget that stupid argument with Deku happened. But I found myself thinking about what y/n would want me do. She'd tell me do what I can to get better, whether it's physically, like quirk training, or mentally. So I made my decision.

"Son? Are you still there?" My dad called.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. I just wanted to ask something." I said, taking a deep breath.

"Ok Katsuki. Go ahead. I have you on speaker so your mother is listening as well." He responded.

"I-I. I just- argh!" I tried, getting frustrated with my incompetence.

"Katsuki baby it's okay. Take your time." My mother cooed in the background.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe, and swallowed.

"I-I wanted. T-to ask if I could. Maybe start therapy. Or something. It's stupid I know but Deku said something about me hurting people b-because I don't know how to express myself and because I struggle with feelings and I looked it up and it said that I should try to get closure or that is I'm missing someone I should talk to them and it said I was afraid of commitment and have abandonment issues but I know she didn't a-abandon me I know she didn't have a choice I just t-thought that maybe she left because I had burnt her or because she was disappointed and that scared me I don't-I don't want to hurt her I just wanna see her and- and- I-" I rambled, voice cracking.

"Of course honey. There's nothing wrong with asking for help. We understand that what you went through was hard and it's great that your wanting to get better. Our secretary's husband and a highly respected therapist so I'll ask for a favor." Mom responded.

I sat there silently bawling. Not knowing why. I was just frustrated with how difficult that was.

"I'm proud of you son. That must have been difficult to ask. Thank you for coming to us. I will talk to your teacher about visiting home this weekend and we can have your first session. I'll tell him it's a family matter as well." Dad spoke, calm as ever.