Achilles Heel

IV. Remorse

To anyone walking along the same road as Bakugou Mitsuki and Katsuki, the vast majority would think the two were beyond deranged. Mitsuki trudged along, shouting at her son who begrudgingly followed behind her.

"Why would you bully a selectively mute girl? Don't tell me this is the same one from middle school!" Her voice elevated at every word. Katsuki only muttered under his breath at his mother's question, earning him a slap on the face. They were about to get into another tussle when a voice called out.

"H-hi, Bakugou-san and Kacchan." Both looked up to see Midoriya walking toward them. He looked exhausted, though sharp enough to be wary of the two ash-blondes who seem to be in fits of rage. "Where are you two off to--?"

"None of your fucking business, damn nerd!" Katsuki hissed, feeling his blood boil at the mere sight of Midoriya. He was still pissed that Deku hid the fact that he had a quirk. Making him look like a fool... 'That bastard will pay,' was all he thought

Mitsuki, on the other hand, replied politely. "Oh, I'm taking Katsuki to [L/n]'s house to apologize to the girl he bullied. It's that right, Katsuki?" Albeit, her thin smile was pursed, which stifled her rage and disappointment toward her son. "RIGHT?"

"Shaddup you fucking old hag," was what Midoriya thought he heard. Once again, the two clashed, throwing punches and kicks both ways.

Broccoli boy stood petrified by the sight of them fighting in public. How long will this continue? Should he get involved? Assuming they would stop to continue the conversation, the boy waited. Three minutes flew by. No response. "I-I'll just take my leave," Midoriya began, swiftly waking by the two who were yanking each other's hair. "See you tomorrow, Kacchan."

Layout of [F/n]'s house:

From birds view with the front door slightly off to the right instead of the middle. At the front door, there is a small area for jackets and shoe placing, then a wooden step that leads to the rest of the house. To the left would be a meter-long wall, running perpendicular to the wooden step. Beyond that are the kitchen and dining area. To the right is an open-spaced living room. Unlike the left, there is no meter-long wall. The room, consisting of a big couch, and two loveseat couches (Making a U shape) with a coffee table in the middle. Directly in front of the coffee table is a walkway, which is in front of a fireplace and wall with a TV attached. There is a hallway right behind the couch that leads to a bathroom.

From front door perspective: Open two to three-meter-wide corridor that leads into a T. At the end of the left corridor is an office, to the right is a staircase upstairs—the staircase is directly against the wall. Note that the two hallways are not the same length since there is a room at the end of the left and a staircase in the right.

When she got home, [F/n]'s parents were the first to greet her. They stood side-by-side, lip-biting in anticipation of her arrival. "Sweetheart," [L/n] [M/n] said gently. "Your teacher and the school's nurse called and told us you were injured in a fight. Are you all right? What happened?"

The girl remained apathetic, simply walking past them and around the corner into the kitchen.

Her parents looked at each other before following. "[F/n]," her mother cried as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen. "We thought you stopped self-harming... What happened?"

[F/n] was in the middle of grabbing a bowl for cereal when she stopped. Of course, the nurse told them. In a matter of seconds, she took out her notebook and wrote, "It doesn't matter. So stop bothering me and leave me alone." Hoping that was enough to convince them she continued with making cereal.