Break The Mask

Chapter eight

-PLEASE READ: There is strong abuse and bullying-

Early the next morning Izuku was already seated at the dining room table. He had out a comfort item, his sketchbook. He has been sitting there, since way before dawn, drawing.

That's how the Bakugou's found him. Sitting at the table and kicking his feet forward and back like a child. Mitsuki smiled as she walked into the kitchen to begin breakfast.

Masaru sat next to him and looked over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw the incredibly detailed drawing of Katsuki. It looked like it was back when they were kids. He was looking back and smiling, pointing in a certain direction, leading. He was holding a hand, like he was taking that person on an adventure.

"That's a very nice drawing, Izuku." His sudden voice caused Izuku to jump and look at Masaru like he was a deer caught in headlights. "Hey, you're okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"S‐So‐Sorry u-un-uncle M-M-Ma-Masa-Masaru. I‐I d‐di-didn't h-he-hear y-you c-come i-in." The greenette played with his hands.

"That's okay, I should have alerted you of my presence first. Anyway, that's a really nice drawing Izuku."

"O-Oh t-th-than-thank y-you. I-It's b-back b-be-before K-Ka-Kacchan g-got h-his q-qui-quirk." He smiled fondly down at his drawing. 

It was before everything started. Before the quirk took over Katsuki's mind set. Before they found out that he wasn't going to have one. Before the abuse started. Before the bullying. Before the abandonment.

"What did you draw Izuku?" Katsuki came up to him and looked down at it. His eyes widened. He remembered. He remembered that day clearly.

He had convinced Izuku to go on another adventure with him. It was a day before his quirk manifested. They were walking and Izuku had fallen, scraping up his knees. They were pretty deep in the forest. Izuku had begun to cry, so Katsuki took it upon himself to cheer his best friend up. After he was able to calm him down, Katsuki had grabbed his hand, pulled him up, pointed a random direction, and told him he would get them out of there, and that he'd be Izuku's hero that day, Izuku had told him he was already his hero.

"I remember that day," he looked down at Izuku. Said boy was red.

"Wait, that's an actual thing that happened?" Masaru looked at the two.

They nodded. "It was the day before my quirk manifested, I wanted to bring Dek-Izuku, fucking dammit with that shitty name, anyways, I wanted to bring him out for another adventure." Katsuki smiled, he was actually smiling.

"What's got you all smiley brat." And there goes Mitsuki ruining the mood.

"Nothing you old hag!"

Smack. "DON'T CALL ME HAG."

"FUCK YOU."

Izuku and Masaru both sweatdropped. They both collectively stood up and went and got a plate of food. They sat down and ate while watching the show.

Masaru would try to stop them, but they wouldn't listen. Izuku was just worried he was going to be late.

"K-Ka-Kacchan w-we n-ne-need t-to g-get g-go-going s-soon."

"Shit, you're right, go finish getting ready and we'll go."

Izuku nodded and left the dining room to get dressed, leaving a lot of none eaten food. And pack extra bandages into his backpack.

He walked down the stairs and went back to the dining room. Katsuki stood, just finishing eating. 

"Alright, we're going to go, we'll see you after school."