Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S7 - 6. [Hidden Truths]

His hands stuffed into his pockets, Katsuki began the walk home. He tried to shake the tension from his shoulders, but the more he thought about it, the more the frustration simmered beneath the surface. He hated dealing with them. Hated being back in that world, even if it was for Eri.

Those heroes were so self centered, so arrogant, so... useless.

「And yet they were the ones praised by society. The author has a deep hatred for that philosophy.」

As he neared his family's house, a different feeling settled over him. It was quiet here. Peaceful, in a way that he rarely experienced anymore. His feet slowed as the familiar sight of the front door came into view, relief flickering in the back of his mind.

His parents. They were the only real connection he had left to the life before Deadpool. Before the mask. Before all the blood and carnage.

Maybe he'd forgotten what that was like, but they always stood steady.

Katsuki stopped at the door, hand hovering over the knob, a rare moment of hesitation washing over him. Should he even be here? The thought flitted across his mind for only a second before he shoved it down, twisting the knob and stepping inside.

The smell of newly lit candles hit him immediately. His father's voice rang out from the living room. "Katsuki? You're home?"

He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Yeah, I'm home"

"I was starting to think you'd moved out to live with Teskai" His mother joked as he kicked off his shoes and joined them. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

Perhaps he should spend some time with them. He needed to decompress a little anyway. Pulling out his phone, he messaged his informant.

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You: I'm gonna be home for a while. You can deal with Eri, right?
——

The reply was almost instant.

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Teskai: Obviously. Tell your mom I said hi
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He scoffed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Like hell he'd tell her.

His mother, on the other hand, suddenly grinned. "Teskai wanted you to tell me he said hi, right?"

"Don't you dare" Katsuki said with a scowl.

She only laughed.

Katsuki made his way to the closest seat, slumping into the chair with a heavy sigh. His parents sat around the living room with him as if nothing had changed, as if he wasn't so twisted and dark after returning to their home, as if he wasn't lying to their faces about everything.

His mother was shuffling through papers, presumably designs for a client. "You look like shit" She said, though there was no bite to it. Just the familiar bluntness that he'd grown up with.

"Thanks" Katsuki returned, matching her tone with ease. The comfort of being home chipped away at his tension little by little.

His father sat across from him, giving him that look of a fond amusement. The look only served to make him feel even more guilty.

"So..." His mother then said, setting down her papers to lean back onto the couch she sat on. "How's Teskai?"

Katsuki gave her an exasperated look. "He's fine. The dumbass doesn't leave his apartment"

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Stuck putting up with your bullshit, huh?"

"Like you don't" Katsuki shot back, though his tone lacked any edge. Tension never touched the room, the familiarity of home settling into his bones with a comforting ease.

For a brief moment, it felt like everything was fine. Like he wasn't Deadpool. Like he wasn't a mercenary who'd killed more people than he could count. Like he wasn't someone who had abandoned a set of morals he couldn't even remember anymore.

"'Guess what" His father finally spoke up, his voice the usual calm but it had a teasing undertone. "You mother–"

"Masaru Bakugou! Don't you dare say another word!" His mother screeched, cheeks turning a deep pink.

Katsuki quirked an eyebrow, saying nothing as he waited for his father to inevitably blurt out whatever embarrassing secret it was.

And, as he predicted, his father did. "She tried to fix the kitchen sink. Again"

Katsuki's jaw dropped in horror, glancing at his mother. "Seriously?"

She scowled, but there was a hint of embarrassment behind her glare. "It wasn't even that bad!"

His father rolled his eyes. "She flooded the kitchen. Water everywhere"

Katsuki's expression worsened, but amusement sparking in his eyes. "And you didn't think to call a plumber?"

Mitsuki flapped a hand dismissively. "I've fixed things before! How was I supposed to know the pipe was rusty?"

"Never gonna stop trying to play handyman, huh?" Katsuki shook his head, leaning back in his chair.

"I always say, 'leave the tough stuff to the professionals' and there you were, drowning the kitchen," Katsuki grinned at his father's words, the warmth of home settling around him like a blanket.

His father returned the smile, shaking his head as he continued. "I had to step in and fix the mess after"

"I could've done it!" Mitsuki huffed, but the smile tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her. "Next time, I'll get it right"

"Yeah right" Katsuki said with a smirk. "But maybe leave the plumbing to the old man next time. Or, you know, a professional"

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "Everyone's a goddamn critic"

Katsuki had missed this. He'd missed home.

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