A Talk With The Quiet Kid

Chapter 9

Third person POV

It's been a minute or two of complete silence, you could only hear sniffling and shaky breaths coming from Katsuki. Aizawa is just looking behind the blond, brushing through his hair.

'I do hope you understand that i'm not allowing you to relapse, even with Izuku appearing. It'll only make it worse.' the black haired male announces, interrupting the silence.

'Mhm..' Katsuki responds, looking really tired.

'I also want you to call your parents and tell them that you're gonna be home for the next week. And you need to talk to them about him, okay?' the older male continues.

'Please just one more chance..'

'No, Bakugou. I'm sorry. It's the only way at this point.'

'Please..'

'No.'

Katsuki stiffens up, knowing that he won't get away with it this time. He starts to cry softly again, grabbing onto the sleeves of his teacher for comfort. He has gotten so emotional after Izuku left.

'It'll be okay. I promise.' his teacher says.

The next day came and Mitsuki was at the dorms to pick her son up. She sees him come out of the dorm complex with his teacher and steps out of the car to hug her son.

Katsuki is just looking down, so, so mentally tired. His mom notices and slows down her walk and stops. She realizes how much impact Izuku's passing has really been on him. She starts to walk again and hugs her only son. Stroking her hand through his hair. 'It's okay.. it's okay..' she whispers. Katsuki doesn't move one bit.

Katsuki breaks the hug with a shrug and whispers goodbye to his teacher and walks towards the car, getting in the back. Mitsuki talks to Aizawa for a few minutes and gets back in the car.

The whole car ride was silent until Mitsuki breaks the silence.

'So.. you're imagining him again..?'

Katsuki nods, his mom sees him nod through the rearview mirror. She sighs and looks back at the road.

Katsuki whispers really softly 'Are you mad at me..?'

'What- no! Why would I be sweetie..' she replies worried. Katsuki looks at his hands and starts fiddling with them. 'I don't know..' he replies.

They stop at a red light. 'Katsuki. I will never be mad at you for something you can't control.' his mom says while looking back at her son.

Katsuki mumbles something, which Mitsuki doesn't understand. She turns back to the road in front of her and asks if he could repeat what he just said.

'I hurt uh.. Mina.. yesterday.. with my quirk.. when she uh.. like.. I uh..' he says, trying his best to form words to say.

Katsuki softly starts to sob again, freaking out because he doesn't know what to say.

Mitsuki thinks, while realizing the light is green and starts to drive again. She asks 'The same way you hurt me after Izuku's passing?' 

The silence from the back gives Mitsuki an answer.

'Honey, it's not your fault.' she quickly says.

'I just wanna be able to control it..!!' Katsuki screams while sobbing. Startling Mitsuki for a split second. The younger blond clutches his hand on his chest, while leaning his head against the side of the car. Sobbing uncontrollably, eyes becoming puffy.

'It's okay, baby.. just tell me if you're gonna puke. Here, a paper bag,' the mom says while giving her son the paper bag.

Katsuki grabs it from her and holds it on his lap while looking out of the window, still crying. Trying to get his breathing under control. He hates how he turned out.

'She looked at me like- so terrifie- like I was a monster- it scared me so much..' the crying boys sobbed. 'Oh.. baby.. It's okay.. You're not a monster. Not even close. Dad has made some soup for you, you would like some, right?' the other replied. Not getting a reply back.

'We're home in ten minutes, honey. It'll be okay.' Mitsuki says, not knowing what to do anymore. Her only child is in so much physical and mental pain, it's hurting her too. She loves him so much. And she's thinking that he's thinking of following the path of the green haired boy. She just wants him to be okay.

They arrive at home and Katsuki is preparing to go to his room and just lay down in his bed and cry.

Katsuki takes off his shoes and is on his way to walk up the stairs but gets stopped. 'Katsuki, we're gonna talk.' his mom says sternly. The boy clenches his fist, hoping his nails are long enough to hurt his inner hand. They're not because he bit them off during the car ride.  'I'm gonna be here for a week.. can't we do this tomorrow?' he begs. 'No, Katsuki. I'm sorry but we need to help you and find a therapist or a physiatrist for you. C'mon, dad is preparing your soup.' the mom says while walking down the hall. Katsuki follows shortly after.

They both walk in the kitchen and are greeted by Masaru. Katsuki receives a hug from him, however he doesn't hug back. They all sit down on the dinner table and thank God for the food.

Katsuki doesn't. He just stares at the soup, not going to eat it. His hands are on his thighs, locked together. He can't physically move. His nose feels tingly, knowing that he's about to cry, he stands up and goes to the bathroom. Mitsuki follows, but Katsuki shuts the bathroom door, locking it before she could say something.

'Stop...' the blond mumbles softly. Tears are starting to form and one falls down his cheek, in the sink. 'Stop crying..' he softly begs. He puts his hands in front of his eyes, repeating what he just said.

'Katsuki, please come out of the bathroom and eat..' the mom asks nicely. But all Katsuki could manage was silence, his heart heavy with emotions he couldn't articulate. He wishes he could let her in and let her hug him, but he can't bring his hands to the door knob.

The crying boy crouches down until he's sitting on his heels, one hand holding onto the sink, while the other one is tugging on his shirt.

'Katsuki, open the door.. please.' the woman on the other side of the door begs. The boy's ears are ringing, barely hearing his mom. And then..

Katsuki starts to hallucinate Izuku again.

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