𝗥𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 +K. Bakugo X Reader+

52. The Beginning of the End

Oh, but that's much too boring. It can't end here. No, no it can't. This story comes from the past story, and the past story comes from a past story. This story will continue, transcend to a future story. Different stories that form a whole different being. I wonder, who will catch on? Certainly, not you.

"The one I hold dearest is this guy." You pulled Katsuki through the door, who was fighting against you.

The therapist couldn't help but think you looked like a mother pulling your child through the door of a doctor's office.  A reluctant, unlovable child.

Katsuki sat beside you, grumpy now that you had coaxed him into coming. He was promised loads of attention afterwards so he didn't have room to complain.

"The dearest person to you, huh?" The therapist asked a rhetorical question as she wrote something down on her clipboard.

"I would've also brought Izuku but he's on a mission with Sir Nighteye."

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath. He didn't like that Izuku was ahead of him but he knew he'd catch up. He played with your fingers, too angry to deal with the therapist.

"Your twin, I'm assuming?"

"Yes. He's the only family I have left."

Katsuki frowned. He used to respect auntie Inko because she managed to handle that damn Deku with his crazy obsession with heroes but now, he absolutely does not like her. She ruined you, only because you were a girl and because your quirk was "like a villain's".

"And what about your mother? She's alive, is she not?" The therapist prepared her pen.

"Yes but I'm afraid she doesn't want me in her life. She's a caring mother, for Izuku anyways, but she can't fulfill my emotional needs."

"So you cut her off?"

You nodded. "I had no need for her to drag me through the dirt only because she thought I was villainous."

"Have you ever considered talking to her about what you were feeling?"

"No, not really. I don't think it would've made a difference. I cried in front of her. If she can't see that it hurt me, I don't know what will."

"Sometimes mothers cannot tell the difference between hurt and a tantrum. Often times, they assume the worst."

Your hands started sweating. Katsuki noticed and made shapes on your palm.

"My mother knew it hurt. I talked to her multiple times about her attitude. She admitted that she thought I was villainous. She was afraid of me. She hated me because I ruined her life. That was enough to cut her off."

The therapist hummed. "For your own good and for her own. Daughters cutting their mother off is common. I've seen it a lot. It's a generational thing that continues until they have a son. Or, don't have children at all. Tell me, do you prefer daughters or sons?"

"I don't care. I don't think I'm in the mental range of having a child anyway. Someday, maybe, when I am fully healed. But I don't want to do what my mother did and neglect them."

Katsuki squeezed your hand. He shared your feelings of sadness. He wished he could get rid of them for you.

"Fret not, childhood trauma can be healed. However, the trauma that you went through might not ever heal."

"I know. As long as I have Izuku and this boy, I'll be fine."

Katsuki stopped a grin from forming on his face.