Memories

Atlas-Theodora Flint

After a few weeks, the press had calmed down from my incident with them because of a recent villain attack. Bakugou was dealing with it, but Deku took the show because he was in Tokyo for the week. So, like the number one hero he was, he took down the villain.

When Bakugou came home, he nearly exploded a beer can because he couldn't get it open.

"FUCK!" he shouted as his beer foamed over his hand.
"Boss," Rika sighed, "Deku was going to show up. The man's work obsessed."
"Tch," Bakugou scoffed. "I was handling it."
"I have no doubt you were," I piped in. I had been silently helping Rika make dinner when Katsuki came home. "Why is he here in Tokyo anyways?"
"There's a Hero Society Meet soon," Rika said. "It's a party for the heroes to relax. It's always held in anonymity so they can chill, talk and catch up," he added to my confused face.
"Have you not heard about it from your classmates?" Bakugou asked. "I thought the little brats would be going nuts over it."
"I'm not close with any of them," I told him, "but I did hear something about a party and that a bunch of heroes were going to be in town."
"Yeah," Bakugou sighed. "I've been meaning to talk to you 'bout it. Pinky and a bunch of others have been bothering me 'cause they wanna meet you."
"They do?" I questioned. "Why?"
"They wanna know everything 'bout my goddamn life," he growled, sipping his beer.
"Oh, and their frist impression of you wasn't from the press. They know that the press spreads lies. It's happened to them plenty," Rika clarified.
"Press is always up our asses, it comes with the job."

I nodded, straightening my glasses and taking a deep breath in thought. "I dunno if I have anything to wear for the party, if you want me to come that is..."

"You can come," Bakugou had oddly soft eyes when I said that. "Don't worry about the outfit, I'll just ask my mom to get you one."
"You're mom? I thought you hated her?" Rika questioned.
"She's on bipolar meds now, so she's getting better," he told him.
"Will I meet her?" I queried. "You've never talked about your parents..."
"Yeah....They moved to Tokyo when a few years ago, wanting to be closer 'n all. Then when you showed up I laid rules down for both of them," he explained.
"Why?"
"They were shit parents and you already have a shit life with me, so I wanted them to fix their shit before getting properly into your life," Katsuki replied.

I blinked and thought for a second. I didn't have a bad life here...Did he think that?

That evening ended in it's normal quiet way. Rika went home after dinner, Katsuki retired early because of the exhaustion of the fight, and I stayed up watching whatever was on TV. The next morning, it was saturday so I got to stay home, Katsuki told me he had called his mom before he went to bed and she was going to come over some time today to go shopping.

After he left for work, I sat on the kitchen floor thinking. I was really worried. Did Katsuki think I hated him? I know I wasn't the best at showing my emotions and was quite frankly shit at explaining them to people, but I didn't hate him.

Honestly, I didn't know what I felt. I get worried about him whenever he gets into a fight with a villain, I care about him enough to cook and wish him good.

I pondered my feelings for a while before dragging myself upstairs to look through my room. At this point, my room looked more like my room. The walls had posters of american bands I liked, hero posters(mostly Ground Zero). The bed had a few stuffed animals that I had gotten as gifts from Rika(his niece didn't want them anymore) and it felt more like home. However, what I was looking for was something important.

Going into my closet, I shuffled through the bottom of it until I finally found it. I pulled it closer to me and looked at it. It was a box one of my american friends mailed to me. It was full of things my mom's antique store had.

I had opened the box a few times when I got homesick, or missed my mom(which was all the time) but I had a purpose this time.

I opened the box and slowly pulled out some of the items in it. Old clocks, little ornaments, old pens and a candle holder. When I reached the bottom of the box, I found what I was looking for.

It was a small sculpture my mother found at another antique shop. It was about half a foot tall, and looked like one of the greek sculptures, it was of Atlas. Atlas was a god that held the sky up for the earth, but in the sculpture the god was holding his hand out and hovering over his hand was the earth.

It was my favorite in the shop my mom had. I had always admired it, ever since I was little.

I carefully placed all the other antiques in the box and put them away before going to my desk and setting Atlas on it. I didn't know how I wanted to do this. This was important and I needed to do it right.

I stood in front of my desk, staring at Atlas for what felt like years when I heard, "Hello!!" coming from the front door.
I jumped down stairs to greet the person.

Opening the door, I saw a ruby eyed woman. Her hair was greying and her eyes lacked that yough sparkle, but it was unmistakably Bakugou Katsuki's mother. Her grey spiked hair and red eyes were proof enough.

"Oh my goodness," ruby eyes widened. "You really do look like him!"
"Are you-"
"I am Katsuki's mother!" she beamed, running forward and crushing me in a bone-shattering hug.