crying for help (abused Deku) REWRITE

chapter 1 (rewrite)

"Are you serious, old hag?! I don't want to fucking go to Deku's house again! Do we have to!?" Complained Katsuki Bakugou. This was a normal scenario, it wasn't uncommon for Katsuki to complain whenever they had to go see the Midoriya's. Given the fact he isn't exactly friends with Izuku Midoriya, it's just awkward and uncomfortable between them, especially whenever Hisashi Midoriya is around, the tension just gets thicker, as if Hisashi was capable of thinning the air and making the situation just feel more uneasy then ever.
"Yes, Katsuki. Now go and get ready would you? Inko is waiting on us, she said that Izuku has been baking and has made desert for us, so be nice." Mitsuki sighed, as she sat on the couch and slipped her high heels on. "Your father has a new clothing line, go pick some pieces out of that so you look presentable and your father can see what the fabric will like like." Mitsuki mumbled, sending her son to get ready. She really never understood why Katsuki put up such a fight when it came to going to visit the Midoriya's, it made no sense to her. They went every Monday and Friday for dinner, so twice a week they have this little chat repeatedly, why? Katsuki is a stubborn little shit just like his mother.

"Fine you old hag. I'm not eating Deku's cooking, he's probably poisoned it or something.." Katsuki huffed as he walked away, heading to his father design room and rummaging through the clothes that looked finished and were tailored to him. Bakugou ended up with a white dress shirt, with some long black pants, it was all that didn't look fully horrible or fancy to him. The blonde walked to his bedroom and got changed, muttering about something that he couldn't even hear, but there was noise coming out of his mouth.
"Katsuki! Are you ready?!" Called out two voices, Mitsuki and Maseru, they were stood by the door, waiting for their son to come back down stairs to them, so they could head over to the Midoriya's house hold.
"Yes, I'm coming!" He shouted as he grabbed her church shoes, (you all know the ones) before running downstairs and slipping them on at the door. "Why do we have to go see them again? We've already seen them this week! And I see Deku at school, can't I just stay here?" Katsuki whined, which he was met with a slap to the back of his head.
"Katsuki, cut it out. Let's just go, or we'll be late." Mitsuki mentioned as she waited for everyone to leave the house, so that she could shut and lock the front door. She already had a feeling that tonight was going to be to a huge mess.. she couldn't pinpoint what exactly was going to go wrong but she had a feeling they'd be leaving early. Why though? That was anyone's guess, but Mitsuki knew it wouldn't because of Katsuki.

"Izuku! Is that cake down yet?" Inko called out. See, Inko wasn't usually as sweet sounding towards Izuku, and when her husband was around, it only got worse, her attitude and actions only grew more aggressive and rude when Hisashi was there. It wasn't uncommon for Izuku to be left in the bathroom, covered head to toe in blood whenever Hisashi was around, sometimes it was because of Hisashi giving him a beating, other times Inko and sometimes, even the both of them.
"Yes ma'am! I'm just finishing up the last little bit of icing!" Izuku called out, as he popped the piping bag down, a slight smile on his face. Baking relaxed the freckled boy, he found comfort and peace in it, it was the one time he was left alone to do his own thing without being screamed at, seeing he'd always clean up, and there was always baked goods in the house. Izuku cleaned away all of the equipment he used to bake hid cake, and made sure the counters were spotless, as well as the glass table. Then he ran off to his room to get changed, Izuku pulled on a black Metallica shirt as some dark blue jeans, other then his school uniform, that's all he had that wasn't stained, so he's just have to wear it. He walked out of his room and to the bathroom, checking in thr mirror to see if he had any visible bruises he needed to cover, he noticed a couple of subtle ones, and immediately got to hiding them with colour corrector and concealer, before he practiced his smile. "This will be a mess.. aunt Mitsuki hates father.. I can't blame her either." Izuku chuckled quietly to himself before leaving the bathroom and going to set the table.

After awhile the door bell rung, and Izuku went to get it, he opened the door and bowed. "Good evening.. thank you guys, for coming. Mother is just getting dinner our of the oven.." he forced a smiled as he stepped aside and letting the three step into the home. "Mitsuki. How are you, hm? It's been awhile." Hisashi mumbled as he walked past the living area towards rye kitchen, so ue could get to drinks. "That's."