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Chapter 2: Worry

The fist time he had seen Bakugo Mitsuki so shaken was a week after that shotgun fiasco. The Midoriya apartment had been attacked, why—Katsuki didn't know, Izuku and Inko needed medical attention and the blonde's mother had accompanied them to a hospital, not before panicking like a paranoid lot—which was a first through Katsuki's eyes.

His father was also worried, he asked him then, what had happened. Masaru's response was curt and simple, "burglars, they say." But the frown on his face says he hadn't believed it.

The next morning, Mitsuki came back home as Katsuki and his father are eating their breakfast. She sat with them at the table, her face pale, and tired. There was something in her eyes then, like some recesses of worry and doubt. Masaru didn't waste a second as he set down a plate of food in front of her that she immediately shoved to her mouth. Both males waited for a moment for the woman to regain her calm before they started to question her.

"How are the Midoriyas?" Masaru's voice was calm, perfectly masking his worry for his neighbor and friend.

The Bakugo matron heaved a tired sigh before responding to Masaru; "both are alright now, they would be able to leave the hospital later."

"That's good."

After a few moments, Mitsuki scoffed. "Damn, Inko. I keep telling them they should move away from Musutafu. Tss, look what it got them?"

Weird. Katsuki had thought, he remained silent though, as if waiting for the rest of his mother's frustrated spiel.

"Those stubborn Midoriyas, if she was intent on keeping the job they could have looked for the other members of their family and work with them!"

"Work with them? What job?" Masaru wasn't able to stop his curiosity any longer and he had to ask. Katsuki was very much the same but he knew his mother enough that the best way to fish information from her was to wait and keep her rigorous spiel, which by the way, was cut off by his father by that simple question. The youngest Bakugo could very much see the cogs on the matron's mind falling slowly in a calm rhythm, and her next words would probably be something that would both satisfy the query and drop the subject.

Her eyes were back on focus now, and it wasn't good for Katsuki's curiosity. Internally, he had cursed his father for asking. "You know how the Midoriyas are a family that shares some sort of ancestral work? Out in the wilds, hunting? That, I was saying they could have benefited more if Inko and Izuku just kept with them."

Hunting. Hunters. Katsuki could somehow remember at some point that Midoriya Inko's entire family were hunters. Deku or the old hag might have mentioned it some time in the past.

As he processed his mother's words though, Katsuki frowned. Hunting. What would the sweet and timid mother and son pair could have benefit from those? Due to the rise of a lot of animal related concerns and laws, hunting had practically became illegal. So either their family was ignoring that law or they have some sort of agreement for the legality of the jobs; or maybe, the family business have just been halted over all. The last one was more likely but the way his mother had phrased it bothered Katsuki, like the business was still up and running, or like it had meant something else entirely.

Somehow, the sawed off shotgun incident made sense in Katsuki's mind. The way how the Midoriya matron held the shotgun with confidence and turned the hall with such expertly honed grace made perfect sense. Somehow, Katsuki could picture sweet Midoriya Inko, camping in the wilds and aiming for some boars; but picturing timid-Deku was a little harder.

"Aren't hunting practically illegal?" Masaru had asked again, but Katsuki knew this time it was futile.

"Says who?" The statement didn't exactly sound like a question needed to be answered, but both males are aware how those phrase was one of Mitsuki's favorites when faced with three things: one, if she doesn't want to explain; two, if she don't know how to explain; and lastly, the one that basically screams drop it. It was the last one and Katsuki knew it from the tone of her voice and the stern frown set on her face.

"So, anyway, I have something for the two of you." Mitsuki had quickly changed the topic, as he had somehow expected. Katsuki sent a glare to his father who only shot him a questioning look before sighing.

Though, when his mother's words registered, his head turned to face Mitsuki, frowning. "You have something for us? That's rare." He commented, his tone laced with mocking mischief despite his despairing curiosity.

Mitsuki had recognized the mock in Katsuki's tone, and she glared at him, "shut up, you piece of shit." She growled tossing something akin to a necklace that hit Katsuki square in his forehead and forced the young male to shut his eyes, it bounced and fell on the wood of their dining table just in front of him. Luckily it didn't fall in his curry or he would have been livid.

The moment he snap her eyes open, Katsuki was glaring at his mother with such ire, but it had quickly soften into a confused frown when he saw Mitsuki's attention was on her husband, her eyes swirling with emotion. Katsuki followed her gaze to his father who was checking out another necklace with a frown. "What was this symbol?"

Quickly, Katsuki picked up the one his mother had tossed to him and inspected it on his calloused palm. It was a necklace, alright, the chain was simple—it was overall minimalistic. The pendant was shaped like a coin as small as his thumb, but what's weird was the symbol engraved in it. There was a pentagram inside a perfect circle of flame-like swirls. Was this something religious? Occult? The pentagram somehow made Katsuki wary, what was his mother up to?

"The pendant was a charm, the symbol was for protection." His mother explained. He frowned, protection was somehow far-fetched in his book. It was a pentagram! If it was anything else, he had the vague idea it was connected to a cult, or something. Katsuki looked up to see her mother's face, and lost his train of conspiracy flowing thoughts.

Her eyes the shadow of worry and fear. The latter was one she was trying to hide, but Katsuki knew better. All his thirteen years alive, his mother had rarely shown fear—Katsuki had always believed he got his fearlessness from her—today, however, Katsuki could see it clearly on his mother's eyes. Whatever it was she was fearing, it was something big, and those thoughts were cemented when he and Masaru heard Mitsuki's next words…

"Don't lose the charm, please, and be safe." The usual growl in her voice was absent, replaced by something soft and pleading. His brazen and strong mother was showing them weakness. It was a rare sight for Katsuki, and instead of mockery, he felt a sense of protectiveness and determination. Nothing was ever going to happen. The old hag would have nothing to worry about. Bakugo Katsuki would make sure of it.

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