First off, I changed a few things in the chapter before this one on September 2, 2018, so if you want, you can go back and reread it, but they're not major— just a few new sentences and changes to the actions of the paramedics and Katsuki's reactions to a few things. Basically, a change in part of the mood.
But also:
Probably should have mentioned this before, but yeah, in my version, Mitsuki and Inko were college friends, which is how Izuku and Katsuki became childhood friends. This is mostly due to the fact that I want Izuku and Katsuki to have once had a good relationship that started when they were really, really young, and then slowly deteriorated around the time they were seven, instead of being bad right of the bat and only getting worse when they're four and on.
Also, it should be said I don't know much about suffixes in Japanese, but I had Mitsuki's nickname for Izuku be Izu-kun because I think its cute, know that it works to some extent, and I like how it's basically Izuku with an 'n', even if the pronunciation is different.
Mitsuki didn't really know what to feel. She had just spent the last few hours at the Midoriya's house, comforting a crying Inko, and it was hard to process what she had told Mitsuku and her husband.
When Mitsuki had gotten the call, she had been confused. She and Inko hadn't talked for years, and yet out of nowhere, Inko was calling her, her voice cracking and hoarse, wavering as if she was trying to hold back tears (or had already been crying for quite some time). Inko hadn't explained anything, just asked with that familiar tremor to her voice that Mitsuki come over to her house. Mitsuki had immediately agreed-Inko had always been something of a cry baby, but if something had happened that was bad enough for her to get in touch after years of silence, then there was no way in hell that Mitsuki was going to ignore her.
She grabbed her husband and hauled him out the door, just yelling upstairs to let Katsuki know where they were going. She would have usually invited him along, but if they were going to Midoriya's, then Izu-kun would be there, and Mitsuki couldn't really trust her brat to behave.
The moment the door had opened, Inko had flung herself at Mitsuki, sobbing and hugging onto her for dear life. Inko hadn't even spoken to her since Mitsuki had (pettily, she had to admit) told Inko 'I told you so' when Hisashi had left. Her devastation was stronger than it had been at that time, and Mitsuki could feel the concern for her old friend rising.
Carefully, Mitsuki guided Inko to the couch, nodding at Masaru to shut the door behind them. Mitsuku held Inko as she sobbed uncontrollably, but she really wasn't good with this kind of thing and could only pat her awkwardly on the back. When a few minutes went by and it became clear that Mitsuki didn't know what to do, Masaru (Bless her husband's soul) came forward and kneeled in front of Inko.
"Midoriya-san, please take deep breaths. You need to calm down. It's okay, we're here to talk to you." Mitsuki looked at her husband gratefully as Inko slowly started to cry less and her hyperventilating stopped. Eventually, she looked up slightly, her eyes red and still tear filled. Mitsuki's breath caught at the watery despair shimmering in Inko's green eyes. Just what had happened?
"Izuku, he-" Inko's breath left her in a gutteral throb. Mitsuki felt icy fear begin to crawl its way up her back. Where was Izuku anyway? He would have greeted them, knowing how polite he was, nothing like Mitsuki's own kid. Yet he hadn't even appeared for a moment despite his mom's heaving sobs. Masaru seemed to reach the same conclusion as Mitsuki, and she decided to take the lead at his questioning glance.
"Inko, where is Izu-kun? Is he alright?"
Inko wailed and sunk further into herself.
"Izuku… my baby… he's-"
"It's alright Midoriya-san, take you time." Masaru said gently. Inko hoarsely responded to him, but Mitsuki couldn't quite catch what she said. Masaru did however, obvious by an uncharacteristic display of disheveledness as he shot to his feet.
"What?" Masaru nearly whispered in horrified disbelief. "What do you mean."
Inko looked up, steal in her teary eyes. Even though her voice wavered and she spoke as if she was choking, her next words were clearly audible to Mitsuki.
"Exactly what I said. My baby, Izuku, is-" Inko swallowed heavily. "He's dead."
Mitsuki reared back in horror and Masaru unexpectedly cursed. This was not what she'd been expecting. Worst case, Mitsuki had assumed Izu-kun was injured in the hospital- Inko was known for being overprotective, it wouldn't have been surprising if she was upset just because he was hurt. But, it wasn't that, not even close. Izu-kun was dead. Mitsuku leaned forward to wrap Inko in a tight hug.
Mitsuki hadn't seen Izu-kun for years, but she could still remember how sweet and kind the shy little boy was. Izu-kun had, after all, spent six years as Katsuki's only real friend and probably spent more time at the Bakugou's than at his own house. (Mitsuki always wondered why it seemed like he was avoiding his home.) Mitsuki also knew how, above all else, Izuku meant the world to Inko.
"Fuck, Ko-chan, what happened?" Mitsuki didn't care she slipped back into her old nickname for Inko. (She hadn't used that one since she refused to show up for Inko's wedding.) Inko cries intensified, but she spoke through her tears.
"It's all my fault!" Inko nearly wailed. "If I had just believed in him, even if nobody else did- No, I should have believed in him because nobody else did, but I didn't, and I failed him! Mitsu-chan, I failed him, I failed my poor baby! If I'd just believed in him, he might still be alive"
The sadness that was creeping through Mitsuki suddenly froze, as Inko's words registered in her mind. It was replaced with an icy cold realization.
"Ko-chan… did Izu-kun-" Mitsuki couldn't say it. Her emotions always ran strongly, no matter what they were- anger, irritation, gratefulness, sadness- and she had a hard time dealing with them. Luckily for Mitsuki, her husband was a lot better at dealing with his emotions.
"Midoriya-san, we could be misunderstanding this, but are you implying that Izuku committed suicide?" Inko's sad nod confirmed exactly what Mitsuki and Masaru didn't want to be true. Mitsuki began to cry softly as she pulled Inko into a tighter hug.
"It's not your fault, Inko. It's-" Mitsuki wanted to blame Izuku, wanted to say that it was his fault that he died, it was his choice after all. But Mitsuki also knew that didn't make it his fault. He definitely shouldn't have jumped, but Mitsuki knew it wasn't like he didn't have reasons. It wasn't his fault, and it certainly wasn't Inko's fault. "It's nobody's fault." Mitsuki swallowed at her lie. There were certainly a lot of people to blame, but that wasn't what Inko needed to hear, so instead Mitsuki just pulled Inko closer as Masaru set about to make some tea.
For the next few hours, Mitsuki and Masaru stayed with Inko, comforting her to the best of their abilities. By the time they decided to leave, she had stopped crying, though the sadness was still evident in her eyes. Inko walked them to the door, and just as she was about to close it behind them, she startled and opened it again.
"I completely forgot to ask, how is Katsuki holding up?" Mitsuki looked at her, confused. Something seemed off about the half smile on Inko's face, but Mitsuki brushed it off. Didn't Inko know that Katsuki and Izuku hadn't been friends for years?
"We haven't told Katsuki yet." Inko blinked at them, confusion clear in her eyes.
"But-" She paused. "I suppose it makes sense since you didn't know when you got here. I'm still somewhat surprised he didn't explain though."
"Spit it out already, Inko." Masaru's hand on Mitsuki's shoulder subtly reminded her she was being a bit harsh. Inko looked up at them, her short stature made more obvious by her hunched posture.
"Katsuki, He's the one who found Izuku."
Mitsuki didn't let them stay long after that, and Masaru stared at her back as she aggressively pulled him towards their home. He could understand her concern; they were both aware of the fact that their son had once bullied Izuku. They had gotten a few calls about it, but when they had stopped, both of them had figured that it meant Katsuki was no longer bullying Izuku. Reflecting on it, Masaru realized that probably wasn't the best assumption to make, knowing his son. Mitsuki probably realized this too. The fact that Midoriya-san had said Katsuki was the one who found him, and that it was quickly enough that he was with Izuku as he died was highly worrisome. Most likely, he was there when Izuku had jumped. That meant Katsuki probably knew what Izuku was going to do. Knowing his attitude- his anger, his arrogance- it wasn't a far stretch to believe Katsuki may have been part of the reason Izuku had decided to jump.
As soon as they reached their home, Mitsuki barked up the stairs with a rare vehemence that made Masaru flinch even though he was well accustomed to her yelling.
"KATSUKI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
Instead of the usual bang of Katsuki's door slamming open with an accompanying shout of "old hag", Katsuki quietly walked down the stairs, not stomping down them like he usually would or even bothering to close his door. Masaru remembered that he'd been acting the same way when they had left, and in hindsight, it was a bit stupid not to notice anything wrong with their usually aggressive son.
Mitsuki however, had clearly not noticed, as before Katsuki was even halfway down the stairs, she stormed forward and grabbed him by his shirt. Masaru tried to stop her, but a sharp glare sent his way stopped him.
"You little shit, what the fuck did you do to Izuku?" Mitsuki growled. When Katsuki remained quiet, Mitsuki pulled him closer. "Do you think that by staying quiet you'll just be let of the hook? Why the fuck were you there when Izuku jumped? You should have been far away from school by that point."
Katsuki glared at her for a second, before he gritted his teeth and responded. "I bullied him, alright. Fuck, are you satisfied?" Masaru noted the his voice was even raspier than it usually was. Mitsuki just dropped him.
"No, I'm not FUCKING SATISFIED!" What the fuck Katsuki!? You bullied Izuku to death! He never did shit to you!"
Katsuki didn't lift his head. "I wasn't the only one."
"Maybe not," Mitsuki admitted genially, "but that doesn't mean you weren't the last one. It's pretty obvious that you might as well have pushed him off the roof yourself." Katsuki flinched almost imperceptibly, but Masaru noticed. Was that what Katsuki thought as well? Just what had he said to Izuku? Masaru didn't know, but it was clear to him that Katsuki deeply regretted what he'd done, so Masaru didn't have much of a problem letting it go. His wife however, clearly hadn't realized. She scoffed at Katsuki before turning around. Masaru just barely noticed the few tears streaming down her face. "Go to your room, Katsuki."
The cold anger was somewhat unexpected from Mitsuki, and Katsuki just nodded and walked quietly back up the stairs. Once his son was gone, Masaru turned to his wife and pulled her into a hug.
"We fucking failed him, Masaru. How the fuck did we fail so badly? I thought we raised him better than this." Masaru couldn't argue with his wife as she sobbed into his shoulder. What Katsuki had done to Izuku was wrong in many ways, but he still hoped that Mitsuki would see the toll Izuku's death was taking on Katsuki. He may not have been innocent, but it was clear that this was the last thing Katsuki had wanted.
So… this chapter isn't really all that emotional or interesting. It's kinda just meant to be something of a filler, but not really. I'm also posting another chapter later today to make up for the fact that I didn't update last week. Admittedly, that's also a filler, but...
