"Oi Kat-" Mitsuki calls out to her eldest only for her raw reds to widen when her daughter brushes past her fury plastered upon her fuming facial features, seething, feeling her blood boil, bubble, burn as she strides towards the stairs.
"Katsuki get down here you little shit!" Snarling, Katsumi yells, anger laced in her tense tone.
"The fuck you say!?" Shouting, Katsuki yells as he peers down at the stairs seething, his fingertips fidgeting around the railing of the stairs, his nails spring against the railing, digging deep into the paint job as he glares deranged daggers down at his equally enraged sister.
"You heard me you privileged prick!" Fuming, she slams her fist down upon the wall of the stairs snarling, baring her own feral fangs at him which he happily returns with his own razor-sharp pair.
"You wanna fight?" Fuming, he stomps down the stairs, twitching his fingertips, a small shy bead of sweat slithering down his tense temple as he glares daggers at his sister.
"Come down here and fight me then little bother!" Bellowing, Katsumi snaps.
"I ain't fucking little!" Bakugo snaps scowling.
"That's right I forgot you're not little you're nothing." Katsumi snaps back at him.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I ain't nothing! Besides this coming from the one-armed brat!" Boisterously, Katsuki snarls making Katsumi stare stunned at him before closing her eyes, sighing shakily.
"Katsuki!" Scowling, both Mitsuki and Masura snap at him while Inko places her hand over her mouth watching the battle brew between both siblings.
"We shouldn't argue in front of guests." Firmly, Katsumi sighs pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to regain her patience, trying to quell the bite in her tense tone, trying to be patient, trying not to raise her voice towards the neurotic pair in the house. She always felt a tad bit guilty when it came to shouting at home considering the neighbours, but she just couldn't help it sometimes nor could her family.
"You're the one to start it." Snippily, Katsuki huffs earning an arched brow by Katsumi a hand on her hip, glaring at her brother, trying to gather her patience. She knew she had a temper but unlike her brother and mother she tried to keep it at arm's length, tried to not boil over everything even then at that sometimes that would be a feat in itself.
"Your room now." Sternly, she orders him.
"Fuck off!" Katsuki curses at the unfazed blonde.
"Funny of you to think you have a choice now up!" Sternly, she shoves her brother back up the stairs as she swings herself to the bottom of the steps.
"STOP SHOVING DAMMIT!" Struggling, Katsuki yells but it falls to deaf ears as next thing Katsuki knew he stumbled into his room, the door sharply slammed behind him as he had tumbled on top of his bed, falling flat to his bed, where he comes crashing down upon the plump pillows of the bed.
"Now then…the fuck you think you're playing at?" Agitated, Katsumi demands after a still silence hangs heavily in the air allowing Katsuki time to recover, to recompose himself as he settles, sitting down on his bed .
"…" Silently, Katsuki glares at the older woman before him, brow furrowed, huffing glaring at the brunette patiently waiting for his answer but received nothing but still silence, making the woman roll her eyes exasperated.
"Katsuki I'm being serious. What are you playing at here?" Huffing, she demands from her little brother, a hand on her hip, trying to understand his reasoning, his motive, his actions.
"Playing at?" Annoyed, Katsuki seethes scowling at her.
"I don't want to argue with you Katsuki but…" Tiredly, Katsumi sighs shakily, brow furrowed fatigued.
"But what?" Impatiently, Katsuki rosses his arms over his chest demanding to know the truth.
"What you did to Izuku! Why would you do that?" Hurt, Katsumi's raw reds soften sombrely at Katsuki.
"Do what? Just spit it out already." Incensed, Katsuki huffs leaning back against his bedroom wall.
"Bully Izuku." Katsumi snaps sharply.
"You have no proof." He scoffs smirking smugly.
"The bruises beg to differ." Katsumi counters leaning against the door unimpressed.
"It's not my fault he's a weakling..." Huffing, Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side.
"He's a person Bakugo! He has dreams just as you do." Katsumi points out.
"Suicidal dreams! He's quirkless!" Firmly, Bakugo stands up from his seat.
"Why do you get to achieve your dream but not him!?" Fuming, Katsumi demands from her.
"Because I ain't fucking weak. How dare you compare the likes of that nobody to someone like me! I have a quirk he doesn't. He's weak!" Katsuki counters.
"He's still a person! What gives you the right to decide who can and can't do things. And you think it's fair, bullying him? You know he's alone as it is without a quirk but to Use your explosions on him, on the work he's made for years!?" Disgusted, Katsumi seethes venom oozing out of her.
"…So what? I should be like him? Like you? A doormat? When those brats bullied you, you could very well have blasted them but you didn't. You let them walk over you, you let them make you a doormat. I should let people push me around!?" Angrily, Katsuki snarls making her grimace, glaring to the side solemnly.
"Heroes protect those that are vulnerable. I thought I taught you that at least." Disappointed, Katsumi shakes her head at him making him flinch.
"What you taught me? Let me tell you what you taught me! Not to squander my potential!" Poisonously, Katsuki snarls seethe, poison dripping down his tense tone.
"Katsuki not everything has to come to a fight. Heroes look out for those vulnerable." Katsumi reminds him.
"And that's what I'm doing if he goes to U.A he'll die and people will think I'm just as weak as that quirkless nobody due to coming from the same soul!" Scowling, Katsumi answers prodding at her cheek.
"So your reputation is all that matters." Disgusted, she shakes her head at her brother.
"…" Katsuki flinches from the look sent his way.
"I knew you were arrogant but this is taking the cake Katsuki." Hoarsely, Katsumi whispers, her voice cracking breaking as she closes her eyes pained.
".." Huffing, Katsuki turns away from her unable to look her in the eye.
"He was your friend Katsuki you grew up together, Izuku has been nothing but kind to you and this is how you treat him!?" Hurt, Katsumi furrows her brow.
"You always…you're always on his side." Pained, Katsuki whispers, his voice cracking breaking briefly taking Katsumi aback.
"…Then tell me where those singe marks on Izuku came from…?" Sternly, she demands from her brother, her voice cracking breaking briefly before composing herself.
"He just…he wouldn't listen alright!? He just won't listen so I had to do it. I had to do it. He's quirkless, he's weak, it's why you always defend him, back him up." Bitterly, Katsuki sneers seething poison dripping down his tone making Katsumi's eyes expand from his words.
"And you think I wouldn't do the same for you?" Pained, Katsumi whispers, her voice cracking breaking briefly as she looks over at her arm, Katsuki simply glares to the side, refusing to even acknowledge the elephant in the room.
"I don't need you to. I'm not weak, I'm not defenceless, I'm not like you!" Enraged, Katsumi snarls snapping tossing a nearby pillow at Katsumi making her grimace at the plump pillow thrown her way.
"…You will never be a hero. Not in my eyes." Seriously, she tells her brother flinching from her words as she turns her back to him and leaves, leaving him alone.
"Is everything alright?" Gently, Mitsuki questions clearly concerned for her eldest just as Inko smiles shyly passing a small can of soda to Katsumi who happily takes it, needing some sort of energy boost to counteract the tired buzz swarming, surrounding her.
"Yeah ma everything's fine." Sighing, Katsumi furrows her brow, feeling nothing but drained emotionally, the worst sort of draining she knew that all too well, far worse than physical draining that's what she thought anyway, it was whether she could push that or not that would depend on the matter that mattered.
"Right…so…" Innocently, Mitsuki smirks, a glint gleaming in her eye alarming alerting Katsumi furrowing her brow.
"So?" Skeptical, ruby reds narrow gazing into a similar shade to her own, not liking her mother's mirth smirk one bit. She sips her drink, needing something to deal with the crazy case that is her mother.
"When's the wedding?" Wryly, Mitsuki questions Katsumi, her eyes dilating horrified, feeling her throat constrict turning dry as a desert despite the gushing waterfall descending down her throat, feeling as if a dam had suddenly slammed together, making her heave, coughing, cackling, sprouting geysers of soda out into the open.
"Katsumi! The hell!?" Huffing, Mitsuki mad snaps at her daughter.
"…I could say the same to you!" Scowling, Katsumi snaps slamming her foot down on the floor yelling at her mother as Inko smiles uneasily at both mother and daughter sweat dropping at their antics, not quite sure what to make of the two, having adjusted to both their fiery temperaments.
"M-Mitsuki!" Inko stutters at her fuming friend nervously not wishing for another fight.
"Let's all just calm down now yeah?" Meekly, Masaru calls out watching worriedly from the kitchen counter.
"What? Inko told me you were quite chummy with some blonde boy!" Regardless, Mitsuki continues curious only making Katsumi scowls.
"No." Sharply, she snaps brow furrowed.
"No what?" Mitsuki furrows her brow.
"I'm not having this conversation with you." Seriously, she tells her.
"Why not? I'm your mother." Mitsuki crosses her arms over her chest.
"Exactly." Katsumi sharply snaps at her.
"I thought an autumn wedding." Smirking, she continues making Katsumi's eye twitch, honestly this pushiness…it's ridiculous, it reminded her way too much of a certain pushy man-child.
"And I thought no wedding." Smoothly, she brushes her mother off.
"Look I know you don't like planning let alone social situation. So I had this dress I designed a while back and I thought…" Thoughtfully, Mitsuki confesses to Mallory, her blood boiling, bubbling, burning, flowing through her veins, hearing nothing but ringing as Mitsuki animatedly talks about who knows what seeing some strange mood board of sorts.
"And I thought we weren't going to talk about this." Tiredly, Katsumi grumbles under her breath pinching the bridge of her nose noting Inko's small shy smile, looking apologetic, almost pitying the frowning brunette.
"Come on Katsumi you ain't getting any younger." Mitsuki huffs hands on her hips.
"This coming from the old hag." Haughty, Katsumi grumbles.
"The fuck you calling an old hag!?" Hollering, Mitsuki raises her voice making Katsumi roll her eyes exasperated.
"All I'm saying is it takes one to know one." Smirking, Katsumi looks over her nails making Mitsuki's eye twitch.
"At least I got hitched where the hell are you in life?" Angrily, Mitsuki snarls snapping at her daughter.
"I got a job and my own apartment I don't need some guy to make me happy when I can make myself happy." Incensed, Katsumi snarls back, proudly proclaim said fact.
"I'm never going to be an grandmother." Miserably, Katsumi groans, leaning into Inko's side smiling strained at her friend, patting her head trying to assure her as she sulks.
"Now ma I wouldn't say that you always got Katsuki to knock up some random broad." Calmly, Katsumi tries to console her mother repeating her point.
"Oi Katsumi, if you ain't dating this blonde guy then explain all this stuff on the news." Sternly, she demands from her daughter taking out her phone, revealing a fair few photos of the two on patrol, talking, some of them in civil attire others in their hero attire.
"And by news you mean those stupid gossip mags you read." Drearily, Katsumi grumbles.
"Yeah well you were on it." She reveals.
"What?" Katsumi blinks baffled just as Inko takes out a magazine from below the table taking the magazine from the table underneath the counter.
"Interracial relationships, a mutant and human? Wow…" Offended, Katsumi's eyes narrow at the magazine showing mainly Hawks, scowling at the taglines and small boxes many mentioning her as using Hawks, making her roll her eyes exasperated.
"Wow what?" Confused, Inko asks.
"He's just as human as the rest of us." Annoyed, she slaps the magazine back down on the table below.
"Should have seen the mags before saying how that blonde boy of yours and Miriko were a thing. That's what they did last month now this? You know what they're doing with this mutant month bullshit. I get them wanting to try to ease the people's worry about mutants but making a thing about it in an attempt to normalise it isn't going to help. Making a bigger deal out of something only alienates it more, it leads to more cultures within this quirks society to feel alienated and demand a year to them then another and another…we already have enough freaks in the fashion industry fetishizing mutant models it's disgusting have you seen what they put that Miriko girl in…? Tch…" Frustrated, Mitsuki rants out loud annoyed as she picks up the magazine, her raw reds narrowing at the magazine.
"Ma…" Sighing, Katsumi slumps her shoulders too exhausted to deal with anymore of this crud.
"Kat…" Mitsuki turns her eyes away from the magazine.
"Yeah?" Katsumi argues a brow by her mother's stern serious tone.
"He's treating you right, right?" Scowling, she tosses the magazine down on the table.
"Ma we're not…" Frustrated, Katsumi groans but…
"Is he treating you okay?" Seriously, she cuts Katsumi off making Katsumi's rubies widen when hearing her words, her raw reds meeting her mother's stern stare, a still silence hanging heavily in the air as the two have a stare down off sorts, concern clear upon Mitsuki's facial features.
"Yes. He's my friend ma, he's treating me fine." Tiredly, Katsumi's features falter, softening slightly, a small shy smile upon her lips as she answers her move resolved as another brief silence fills the air before Mitsuki sighs bowing her head.
"Good. If he tries anything…" Angrily, Mitsuki seethes swiftly crumbling the magazine in her grip, swiftly tossing the paper scrunching it up into a ball and tossing it aside.
"I know Ma…" Endearingly, Katsumi smiles softly at her mother appreciating her worry.
"Katsumi…" Inko calls out squirming slightly in her seat.
"Hm?" Katsumi hums turning to look up at the anxious housewife.
"Is it true? There have been more mutant villains recently?" Worriedly, Inko asks making Katsumi sigh.
"Look aunt Inko I can't say much for the other districts but yes we have had some who would be classified as mutants but that's really it. It's not big deal really? We just do our job that doesn't mean all those with mutant type quirks are bad." Bluntly, Katsumi shrugs attempting to answer it but she knew she couldn't, deep down she couldn't.
"I know that I just worry about you." Inko sighs sadly.
"I can take care of myself you don't need to worry." Gently, she assures Inko.
"But your arm..." Anxiously, she eyes the empty sleeve."
"I'm fine I promise." She reassures Inko.
"So…we going to meet this guy?" Curious, Mitsuki asks.
"Ma!" Scowling, she snaps at her mother.
"What? Just saying the papers have been all over you two saying you two are a cornerstone." Cheekily, Mitsuki teases her drained daughter.
"They don't even…urgh!" Fed up, Katsumi turns her back to the two smiling softly endearingly at the girl who walks off leaving the two to converse needing something stronger if she had to deal with her mother's wrath one more time, ignoring the faint tint to her cheeks.
*Soooo I wanted to say shoutout to Knightslaver for their amazing comment they do make a point about Katsumi's communication skills needing some help and I never really thought about Midoyra being so intrusive so thanks for the interesting thought. What did you think of this chapter guys? Of Katsuki and Katsumi's relationship also may I just point out this is middle school Katsuki who did bully Midoirya what do you think of this argument of their dynamic? I would love to know your thoughts!*
