I'm Here
Breakfast was quiet the next day.
The kids had all heard about the mall incident, and Aizawa could see that everyone was on edge. Katsuki and Izuku weren’t at the table, the first refusing to come out of his room and the latter refusing to leave his side.
He could see them all taking small glances at each other, keeping their heads down. If he had to take a guess, they all probably thought the two boys had been punished for the use of quirks. Of course they weren’t, there was no way in hell he’d ever do that, even if he thought that Katsuki was being reckless at the time.
He cleared his throat, causing any shifting from the kids to stop, “Izuku and Katsuki are fine. They’re just sleeping right now. I know what you’re thinking, but no one is in trouble.”
Still, no one dared to speak, a chilly silence filled the room.
“If you don’t believe me you can go see the boys for yourself later. For now, let’s eat breakfast.”
Yamada and him started eating, and slowly the rest followed, still not sure if this was a trick or not.
He thought back to what his husband had told him yesterday. After Katsuki used his quirk, knocking Izuku and the villain unconscious, the police came and took the villain into custody. He couldn’t help but focus on how Yamada described the kid. Small and unkempt, preaching about villains with a crazy look in his eyes. He knew he should just look at him as any other delinquent child, but what if he was like these kids? Hurt and abused, acting out as a plea for help.
Aizawa pondered this until his husband brought him out of his thoughts, telling the kids that they could go to their rooms or watch television if breakfast was done. At first, no one moved, then hesitantly they spread across the house. It was clear that they didn’t trust them at all, but this was better than nothing.
“So, what are we gonna do about the sleeping kids?” Yamada leaned closer to Aizawa, keeping his voice at a low whisper.
“I guess our best option is to talk to them, Katsuki probably thinks he’s in trouble. It’s about time we had a quirk talk anyway.”
They both agreed that was the best idea and headed upstairs.
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Katsuki had let Deku into this room in the middle of the night. He knew that the nerd had fallen asleep against his door, so he might as well be in the room with him.
He watched Deku sleep, not in a creepy way, he just couldn’t fall asleep himself. He could’ve hurt him, his parents were right, he really did hurt everyone around him. He shouldn’t have used his quirk, he was dangerous. A villain to everyone he’s around.
Katsuki knew that he missed breakfast, which would only make the heroes angrier, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the room. His siblings were in danger with him around, and he only let Deku stay because he knew he wouldn’t leave him alone.
It’s always been like that for the two, no matter how hard Katsuki pushed Deku away he always sprung back, so he didn’t really have any other choice but to accept it.
The alliance was nice in their foster home though, it was the first time he ever had someone to call a friend, which was why he was an exception to the use of his quirk.
There was a knock at the door.
“Can we come in, Katsuki? We just want to talk.”
It was Mr. Aizawa, or Eraserhead. He didn’t like calling people Mister. He didn’t want to talk to the heroes, it was too much work. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Katsuki knew he was going to be punished, but he just couldn’t handle that right now.
“If we can’t come in, will you just listen to us from here?” This time it was Present Mic speaking. Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to respond, so silence was the only response returned.
There was a sigh from the other side of the door before the hero began to speak, “You did nothing wrong Katsuki, although dangerous, you saved Izuku. It was very heroic of you,” The hero spoke slowly, putting meaning into every word, “What could possibly be villainous about saving someone?”
Sitting in silence, he thought back to his parents. He hadn’t thought about them in a long time, finding it easier to just ignore their existence, but the memories decided to flood back now.
The last time he saw them, before the foster home, was violent. He was supposed to be a model for their fashion show, but the nerves got to him. Katsuki was sweating bullets while walking and ended up creating mini-explosions, burning parts of the clothes in the process.
The next part was blurry, there were yells from the audience, his parents dragging him off the stage. He could remember them yelling at him, gripping his arms hard until they bled.
His memories flashed forward to his first day with his foster family, the Watanabes.
“This is your room, you’ll be sharing it with 3 others. Dinner is whenever I get around to it and don’t cause trouble.” The door slammed in his face as the brooding man walked away.
The house smelled of smoke and alcohol, with dusty surfaces and wrappers everywhere. Short ceilings and dark lighting filled the small house with shadows. Turning around, he looked into the room. It was compact, with 2 bunk beds, a window, and laundry on the floor.
Katsuki noticed the other kids in the room. Two were sitting in the corner, playing poker with chips and smoking cigarettes. They had identical red skin, with white spots splattering across their bodies. Their hair was pushed up, taking the shape of a mushroom. Only one of them glanced at Katsuki, raising his eyebrow inquisitively, before looking back to his cards.
The other kid had a mess of green hair. He was sitting on one of the beds, scribbling in some journal that he had. Katsuki walked over and picked it up out of his hands.
“What the hell is this?” He quickly skimmed through it, his eyes being overwhelmed by hero analysis.
The other kid stood up and tried to wrestle it out of his hands, but Katsuki pushed him away, “G-Give that back! It’s not yours!” The two boys struggled until they both fell to the ground. The green-haired one quickly scrambled to grab the journal before he could.
Katsuki sat up and rubbed his neck, “Why do you have so many notes on heroes you damn nerd, uh- what’s your name anyway?”
“It’s Midoriya, and h-hey, what gives you the right to come in and take my book like that?” Surprisingly enough to Katsuki, the other kid extended his hand out to him to help him up. He hesitated for a moment, not sure why he would be kind to him after grabbing the book away earlier, but eventually accepted his hand and stood up.
“I don’t like your name, you look much more like a…” Katsuki pondered for a minute as the green-haired kid stared at him, “A Deku.”
“A... useless person? You just met me!” Astonished, Deku goggled at him, but Katsuki paid no attention.
“The names Bakugou.” He jumped onto the lower bunk that Midoriya was originally on and relaxed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.
A shadow loomed over him, so he peeked one eye open, “Well if you’re going to call me Deku I’ll call you… Kacchan.” Deku said with a smug smile.
He was brought back to his thoughts from another knock on his door, “Katsuki? Are you there?”
Katsuki sighed, staring at Izuku. He didn’t feel like he was there, at least not mentally. He knew that he had to say something to the heroes.
Taking a deep breath, Katsuki spoke, “I’m here.”