Break The Mask

Chapter five

Katsuki opened the door to his house. Immediately his mom started yelling about him being late.

"Shut it hag, I was talking to a friend, I brought him over too," he shouted back to her.

Mitsuki came out of the kitchen to see who it was. To her shock, it was the small green bean that she hasn't seen in years. Ten to be exact.

"Izuku, sweetie," Mitsuki went in to hug him, only to watch the small boy flinch back.

"S-sorry," he said.

"Izuku, are you okay," Mitsuki tried to talk as gently as she could.

He gave a meek nod. He flinched when Katsuki sighed. He slowly looked up at Katsuki.

"We're not lying to my mom Deku," the ash blond looked at his mom.

Mitsuki looked at the two boys confused. "What do you need to tell me," she said.

"We might want to move to the couch," Katsuki gently motioned Izuku to go sit down. "Do you want me to talk, or can you go over it again," he asked after they were seated.

"I-I mig-might… be a-able t-to," Izuku was shaking. 

"If I have to take over, I will," he leaned back in the chair.

"I-It m-might…be b-better i-if I-I sh…showed you f-first," and back up off the couch he went.

Izuku took off his uniform jacket before shakily fiddled with the buttons. He was desperately trying to calm his breathing.

He soon got the last one unbuttoned. The two ash blondes could visibly see him shaking. He took a shaky breath in before taking the white button up off.

He heard Mitsuki gasp and Katsuki take in a sharp breath. Katsuki had only seen the front of Izuku, not the back. The back was so much worse.

On his front he had obvious explosion like burns, all but one faint pink. The newest one, the biggest one, was on his right shoulder and was a nasty blistering red. On his left side, just below his ribcage, was the smallest one that was a pale white, the oldest on his body.

Across his chest, from his left shoulder down to the right side of his hip, was a dark pink, borderline red, slash. It looked like someone had cut him with a knife. Under this cut was one word carved into his skin, useless.

Small, some thick, some thin, white lines were slashed across his chest. That was the majority of his chest. Along with those white scars, were small, pink, explosion scars.

His back. God, Katsuki stared at his back in horror. It was shredded, his skin hardly holding on. It was bleeding and didn't look like it was going to stop. 

From behind you could see his wrist. Small, thin, buts littered them.

"Wh…Izuku why isn't your back bandaged," Katsuki, not even realizing he said Izuku instead of Deku, immediately got up and went to the bathroom to grab bandages, rubbing alcohol, and a lot of wet towels.

"M-Mom s-said I-I…," the small boy had to stop speaking so he could choke back a sob.

"Did you mother do this sweetie," Mitsuki got down on one knee in front of him. When he didn't look at her, she gently, very gently, grabbed his chin to have him look at her.

"Has she been hurting you," the older woman was close to tears.

She watched him meekly nod, like answering would lead to consequences. She gently took off his glasses. (Did I forget to mention he has glasses?)

"Sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you," she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"Y-You're n-not," he choked out.