Life Within a Tarot Deck

Omens

It was a good, pleasant day. The day was shining and Mitsuki was currently getting her ass squeezed by her husband Masaru with one hand and her breasts kneaded by another. The duo rarely spend quality time together, Masaru works at a chemical agency that usually has him on call, and sometimes the hospital needs Mitsuki for her Glycerin as a youthful study. So when they are together now with nothing to bother them except for their son when he gets home from school, they are going to take advantage of it.

That would have been the case if Katsuki hadn't sent them a photo of Izuku's swollen and bruised back. The brutality of the image sent a massive boulder in their stomach, staring at it in absolute horror. Who the fuck would dare to hurt their Izuku and did they think they would get away with it?

The question was who?

Mitsuki immediately texted her son back, demanding answers and he did say that he was again beaten at shitty Aldera. However, according to Katsuki, this was before Physical Education, and it didn't add up. It was a question that Katsuki asked that sent the Bakugou's mind spiraling.

Was it her?

There was no way in hell Inko would do this, she loved her son unconditionally from what they have seen. Even when she bore Izuku through certain means she still loved him, or did she?

Mitsuki knew that she was prejudiced against the Quirkless, and she had good reason to. However, the blonde thought it was on that particular person. Did that hatred transfer to Inko's child?

"..."

"...."

".....You don't think Inko is actually abusing him, are you Mitsuki?"

"Are you calling our son a liar?"

"Of course not, but the fact of a mother abusing her child is unprecedented-"

*SLAM* "Don't give me that bullshit, Masaru! I knew Inko for so long and the fact that she is possibly abusing my Little Mochi like the photo Katsuki showed us, then that is pissing me off! She has been doing this from right under my fucking nose and I had no clue!"

"I know Honey, but we don't know for sure she was the cause." Masaru said, pulling off his glasses to massage a headache that was forming. "It could also be from Aldera, you know how the world treats those who are Quirkless."

"Well, if I had your Quirk, Masaru, I would shove my hand up their discriminating ass and melt them a new one, painfully!" Mitsuki said sharply, holding the phone tightly in hopes to strangle the person who hurt Izuku before tossing it onto the coffee table.

The duo looked again at the photo with disgust and worry. To them, Izuku was a kind and innocent boy, and those injuries on his back were making their blood boil. Even Masaru, who is usually the voice of reason, can't seem to control his anger.

"Babe, you're melting the couch." Mitsuki said with a deadpan, and her husband looked down and then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry." He then poured baking soda on the affected areas.

Mitsuki sighed and looked at the photo once again, that gut-punch feeling getting worse. She had asked Katsuki if Little Mochi was beaten outside of school and he denied it, stating that he was with him to Aldera. He did say they went their separate ways after a stupid fight, and her Mother Instinct Radar was telling her that something more was to it.

She also knew by the tone of her son's text that he had that instinct as well, and now he is in protective mode for Izuku. He had not realized it fully yet, but the BS radar is more than just conscious reasoning.

Mitsuki sighed in frustration, remembering something she had almost forgotten. "When Inko and I were younger I knew she had prejudice against those who were Quirkless and the reason. However, I thought she had agreed to raise Izuku normally no matter what the outcome. Now, I realize I should have listened to my gut back then...had she really reformed?"