Fuselage

☆~☆ Chapter 1 ☆~☆

"Bakugou Katsuki!" The voice cackled over the speaker.

"What Mom?" He snapped back, fingers tapping agitated on the steering wheel. "The blue tooth isn't great on this road." He amended quickly to cover his tone. "This place really is the fucking boonies."

He heard the growl in her voice and winced as her voice snapped sharp. "Don't use that tone with me you ungrateful little-"

"Did you really have to move again?" His dad cut in, voice steady and calming as always between the two. "Even further away this time?"

"I-" Katsuki breathed deep, voice shaking. "They were bringing the train station to my apartment window and this guy at the airstrip started-" Silence as he struggled with words; always struggled. "He was... Y'know, fuckin'- Christ!" He could feel the sympathy over the speaker, smothering the car. "Goddamnit!" His fist slammed against the dash as his foot slammed on the brakes. "I'm not fragile, you don't have to fucking tiptoe!"

"We're just worried you won't settle down ever if you're always afraid of meeting things head on." Masaru explained. "And now you're going to this... well-"

"This village!" Mistuki screeched. "It's a village. I'd be shocked if they don't still wear traditional kimonos and worship old youkai Gods and-"

"Mistu." Katsuki's father scolded. "Don't be like that. Will you still be able to speak with your therapist?"

"Yeah." Katsuki huffed, eyes scanning over the mountain road to read the signs directing him. "I've got the internet set up so we can video chat. The house is all set up, movers were there last night according to the email. My plane should be at the hangar already, I spoke with the owner - she's a real fuckin' chatter box." that didn't bode well in Katsuki's gut, but he didn't bring that up. "The whole place is really small and the best part is..."

His voice trailed off as he took in the mountain side. The colors of early spring consuming the old Japanese styled homes poking out from the mostly naked budding and blooming tree tops. The road had narrowed to a roughly paved one lane. People were watching him drive by now, his trailer bouncing behind his small, old truck. He nodded at an old man sitting on a fold out chair in front of his shop who watched him drive past without blinking.

"The best part?" Mistuki was quiet, gentle but prodding.

Katsuki let go of the breath he'd been holding. "It's really peaceful here." He rolled down his window as he slowed, glancing at the map on his phone screen and turning. "I'm almost at my place. I'll talk to you later-"

"Katsuki, later isn't in two weeks again is it?"

Silence followed the question.

"I'll talk to you later." He ended the call as he drove past a moss covered jizo statue, eyes rolling at the stone he ignored the goosebumps that covered his skin. "God they really do fucking worship youkai Gods. Fuck me."

The driveway to his house was exaggerated, but he had wanted that. Katsuki sat in the car for a minute, not looking. Just breathing as shaking hands killed the motor.

It's just a house. He leaned back, closed his eyes. Just a small one bedroom. Clammy fists clenched on denim thighs. It's just a small one bedroom house- He couldn't breathe. He couldn't swallow. His throat was getting tight, there was a lump right there at the base of his tongue getting bigger. An image of the Jizo statue bloomed behind closed lids.

Frantic Katsuki pulled his cell phone from the cup holder beside him. Breathebreathebreathebreathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In-