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"Masaru!"
A scream woken Katsuki in a cold sweat. He climbed out of his twin sized bed, realizing wails of cries were continuing throughout the apartment. The shrieking of loud wails didn't stop only increased in noise, it sounded like his mother. " mamá.."
The wooden floorboards creaked softly with each step as he made his way through the apartment. Katsuki walked towards the wails trying to wiggle out the drowsiness of his once slumber.
"mamá!.."
It'll be a day Katsuki never forget. Watching the way the figure he once called father brutally abused his mother right in front of his eyes.
Tears struck his scarlet eyes, he somehow forgot how to breath as he choked on his words trying to form a sentence. "KAT— AH! Ma.! MASARU PLE-" Another strike was blown to her red and purple face. His father finally turned around in a huff grasping his beaten up hand, only stopping abruptly when he seen his son standing below him. Shaking as if he was a leaf in cold weather.
" You.. —You look just like the whore" The Brown hair inhaled sharply, his eyes looked so dark as if their was no stars in a night sky. "Your just like her.." He gripped the young child by the hair dragging him into the living room, throwing him on the floor.
"MAMAÁ"
Nothing could be done after that, He touched him in places no child should experience. The entire time Masaru would say "I doing this because your mother wants to be a whore.. —I'm doing this because I love you.."
.. love?
The Bakugou's weren't the same after that night, the torment continued. The once loud, loved filled house quickly turned into silence and cries. Katsuki loud egotistic self was soon a shy boy who only played with Izuku. The Teachers was quickly concerned wondering what happened to their loud hot—headed blond.
If Izuku weren't in school the blond would turn violent lashing out on Teachers and children, He'll isolate himself talking to no one, only playing with an toy.. A toy Izuku gave him. Inko took realize seeing how attached Katsuki were to Izuku although she didn't mind. It was an phase he'll grow out of.
Sleepovers and hangouts were instant, Inko would always let Mitsuki know she had Katsuki and would drop him off later. Mitsuki would always without fail sounded relieved.
Now that she realized.. 'I've haven't seen her in a long time'. Inko unbuckled her seatbelt heading inside the elementary school to pick up her son Izuku.
Without Surprise she saw her bundle of sunshine playing with Katsuki "RAAAH!— I'm gonna eat you Z-zuKU!" She eyes gazed over the blond running around chasing her son with a dinosaur in his small fragile hand.
'He seems skinner?'
"AHH! Kaaaaccchan! U p-promise not to eat meee!" The green head boy groan in annoyance playfully rolling onto the blond "Zuku! your hhaaa —heavyy"
Inko smiled at the two, she loved them both so much seeing them behave wonderfully with each other. As she was just about too call Izuku to grab his stuff to go, the elementary teacher went up to her with worried look. "Hii! Inko, I was wondering if you've heard from Mitsuki or Masaru? We've called them to come pick up Katsuki —but we've haven't been able to reach them."
Inko exchanged the same look of worry. This hasn't been the first time in a while since Mitsuki missed a pick up for Katsuki.
"I can take him home, it won't be issue!" She smiled warmly to the teacher before calling the boys over to pack up.
...
" mamá? "
Darkness and quiet filled the house that would always be full of noise. Odd.. It was already an unsettling day already. Katsuki mother didn't pick up him from elementary school and his father didn't pick up the phone when the teacher called. Aunty Inko- his best friend mother decided to drop off the blond hair boy.
Maybe she fell asleep? Work been stressful for them lately and the bills were piling up on them. Inko could understand why she'll miss a day.
"Mitsuki! I brought Katsuki home!"
Again, nothing was heard just the creaks of steps Katsuki and Inko took. When she entered the home it looked as if the house was vacant. As if the home hasn't been touched up in weeks.
Inko and the toddler blond went into the kitchen hand in hand as Katsuki grasped the hem of Inko's navy skirt in fear.
The short lady looked around trying to find a clue where the couple could have gone until She spotted a sticky note, pasted on the island.
