End of a Cycle

1.

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A young boy stepped down from the bus, walking along the stone path that leads to the front door of his house. His face into a pout, tears threatened to fall as he lightly knocked on the door.

His papa opened the door and shot him a toothy grin, but he was too disturbed to return one as usual. Too guilty. Too regretful. He walked past his crimson-haired father, and immediately went to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Eijirou glanced at the couch, where Katsuki watched the whole scene play out, concerned and worried.

The two made a silent agreement to not press their son for answers, and wait for him to open up and talk to them instead.

They were worried, but they trusted him enough for him to come to them when he was ready.

Eijirou walked to Katsuki, pulling his arm to get him to stand, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck when he did. Placing a quick kiss on his forehead, he directed both of them to the kitchen and started cooking.

The duo agreed that there would be katsudon and karaage for dinner that night.

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Contrary to their beliefs- dinner went by silently, not the comfortable silence, but an awkward one. Eijirou attempting to start a conversion with Katsuki joining in, only for the two to either receive short or curt answers, or get ignored completely. Their concern only grew with this, but they gave the boy his space. 

They'd ask him if he didn't bring it up within the next two day, but they were sure he would; Children were naturally impatient, after all. Aside from that, Katsuki and Eijirou put a lot of effort into making sure their son knew he would always have their love and support; that he'd never be alone. 

Unfortunately, Bakushima Katsuki also happened to be a little impatient.

He grabbed Eijirou's hand and practically dragged them to their son's room, only slowing down when they neared his room to ensure he wouldn't think were mad at him, and knocked gently on the door before entering.

The boy looked from where he laid on the bed, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Katsuki sat on the bed near the boy's feet, while Eijirou sat on the floor near boy's head, leaning onto the bed for support as he gently cradled the child's hands.

"You wanna tell us what's going on, squirt?", Katsuki asks.

The boy buries his face in the crook of Eijirou's neck, who raised a hand to gently pat his head, "Mhm..."

He finally sits up, tucking his legs near his chest and leaning against the wall with hero posters splattered across it like paint on a canvas.

He reminded Katsuki of a certain teen with emerald eyes and star-like freckles.

"There is a boy in my school, my class...", he begins, stopping to breathe a few times. "He... He's quirkless."

That one sentence was like a blow to the gut to Katsuki, and he hisses quietly. Eijirou glances at Katsuki, knowing Katsuki's history with another quirkless boy, and how it affected him after.

"Everyone is mean to him, even the teachers... They hit him, destroy his books, and no one stops them! Not even the teachers..", his voice cracks at the end, and he pulls himself closer.

"And... What did you do about it, hun?", Eijirou asked as quietly as he could, to show none of them were mad at him.

"I... I joined them in being mean... I knew it was bad! But I didn't know what to do... I didn't like it, but I thought I had to because everyone else was doing it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"