Chapter Text
Ruby eyes blinked open to warm sunlight spilling across the room in golden streaks.
For a few quiet seconds, Katsuki simply lay there cocooned beneath layers of expensive blankets while the steady hum of his heart monitor filled the silence. The soft rise and fall of warm vanilla drifted faintly from his nest, soaking into the silk pillows and plush fabrics surrounding him.
Then he sat up.
Dizziness slammed into him enough to make his vision blur while nausea twisted violently through his stomach. Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed weakly at the blankets beneath him until the room stopped spinning.
“Crap,” he mumbled
He blinked toward the dimmed screen of his phone resting on the bedside table. The brightness was lowered almost completely, forcing him to squint just to make out the numbers.
6:30 AM.
His attendants normally arrived around 6:40, meaning he still had a little time before his morning routine began. Katsuki stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. Maybe he could shower by himself today. The thought alone made something hopeful flutter softly inside his chest.
Slowly, he pushed the blankets aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The second his feet touched the floor, his body betrayed him.
His knees buckled instantly. Nausea crashed through him so hard his ears rang. Katsuki barely managed to fall backward onto the soft safety of his nest before his legs completely gave out beneath him.
“…Never mind,” he whispered weakly.
Embarrassment prickled hotly beneath his skin.
He hated feeling weak. So instead he curled back into the warmth of his blankets and waited quietly.
Eventually, soft knocks echoed against the bedroom door.
“C-come in,” Katsuki called, his voice cracking slightly. The door opened.
“Good morning, young master.”
Katsuki immediately relaxed at the familiar voice. Yuki stepped inside carrying her usual calm presence with her. Her voice was slightly rough around the edges, deep for a woman, but Katsuki liked that about her. It felt grounding.
“Good morning, Yuki,” he said softly, managing a small smile. “Um… could I maybe have some water?”
Yuki nodded once before tapping something into the phone in her hand. She moved toward the bed and sat carefully just outside the edge of his nest.
Even after years of caring for him, she still refused to sit directly inside it despite Katsuki's insistence countless times. At first, she always claimed it was “improper,” but eventually Katsuki gave up arguing.
At least now she sat on the bed.
The room settled into comfortable silence between them. Then another knock sounded. Yuki rose immediately and crossed the room with silent precision. She cracked the door open just enough to accept the glass from another attendant before shutting it again.
Condensation already slid down the crystal glass when she returned. Two ice cubes floated near the surface. Katsuki smiled faintly. Yuki always remembered exactly how he liked it.
She gently helped support the glass while tipping it carefully toward his lips. Katsuki drank slowly, pausing between gulps while the cold water soothed the dryness in his throat.
By the time he finished, the glass was nearly empty.
“I must’ve been thirstier than I thought,” he giggled softly.
The faintest smile touched Yuki’s lips before she placed the glass back onto the bedside table.
“I’ll prepare the bath.”
She bowed slightly before disappearing into the connected bathroom. Katsuki sat quietly on the bed swinging his feet absentmindedly while inspecting his long nails. Eventually, he brought one finger to his mouth, chewing lightly at the edge while his thoughts drifted.
“Young master, the bath is ready.”
Katsuki looked up instantly.
Yuki emerged from the bathroom with her sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows, exposing pale scars trailing along her muscular forearms. A towel rested folded carefully between her hands.
Katsuki brightened immediately. He loved baths. Without effort, Yuki crossed the room and lifted him bridal-style into her arms. Katsuki had adored her strength from the moment they met.
Before Yuki had ever been assigned as his personal attendant, she underwent extensive testing within the estate. Combat training. Medical examinations. Quirk evaluations. Psychological screenings.
The Bakugos trusted almost no one around their son. Especially not another alpha. Katsuki still remembered the day his parents first told him about her.
“She’s an alpha,” Mitsuki had warned carefully.
Thirteen-year-old Katsuki had immediately disappeared beneath his blankets in horror.
Mitsuki laughed so hard she nearly cried. That was a year ago and now their bond is stronger than ever.
Then, like always, she crawled onto the bed beside him and wrapped him completely in her scent until he slowly calmed down. Sharp spice and smoke flooded around him comfortingly.
“Quit acting dramatic, brat,” she snorted affectionately while rubbing her cheek against his hair. Only after several minutes did Katsuki finally peek out from beneath the blankets.
And there stood Yuki silent as a mouse.
She wore the estate’s standard black uniform with gloves fitted tightly around scarred hands. The skirt exposed strong muscular legs that looked capable of snapping bones without effort.
Katsuki had been sitting bundled in blankets inside his wheelchair while sipping coffee when she introduced herself.
“My quirk allows me to lift objects to ten times my body weight,” she explained calmly.
And just like that— Katsuki became fascinated.
He loved hearing about her strength. Loved listening to her explain how her quirk worked or how she controlled it so carefully. Whenever she spoke about combat or training, Katsuki listened with wide glowing eyes as if she were describing another universe entirely.
But there was one thing Yuki never talked about.
The outside world.
Whenever Katsuki asked about cities beyond the estate walls or what normal people did during the day, she always redirected the conversation gently.
Like everyone else in the mansion. No one ever truly answered him. Katsuki blinked himself back to reality once steam brushed warmly against his skin.
His eyes lit up immediately.
Pink.
Yuki had used the rose bath bomb he liked. Soft petals floated gently across the surface while warm steam curled through the air.
The bathroom itself was significantly smaller than the others throughout the mansion. The Bakugo estate was filled with towering ceilings, sprawling marble halls, and massive luxurious rooms designed to impress.
But Katsuki’s spaces were different. Much smaller in comparison to the rest of the estate.
Mitsuki hated overwhelming lighting and large open rooms around him because Katsuki became overstimulated easily.
Honestly?
She was right. Katsuki had always been weak. Not simply fragile or physically untrained. His body was actively destroying itself.
His legs frequently gave out beneath him. His heart rate spiked dangerously from the smallest emotions. Even standing too quickly could leave him fainting.
Some days he couldn’t even hold lightweight objects without his hands trembling violently.
And the reason for all of it was his quirk.
Explosion.
That’s what his dad called it. A powerful ability allowing him to create explosions through nitroglycerin-like sweat.
Because Katsuki’s body was never built to survive something that powerful. According to Mitsuki, his quirk manifested before he was even born.
“You were literally blowing me up from inside my stomach,” she once told him while brushing gently through his hair. “Little menace almost killed both of us.”
She said it jokingly. But Katsuki always noticed the strange look in her eyes afterward.
Fear.
His body developed severe nerve damage from the strain. Tiny sparks alone could trigger pain severe enough to leave him vomiting or crying from exhaustion.
No surgery could fix it. No medicine could reverse it. No healer had ever managed to cure him.
Yuki carefully lowered him into the bath. Katsuki melted instantly. Warm water wrapped around aching muscles while soft heat seeped into his bones. Without realizing it, warm vanilla drifted stronger into the air as a soft purr vibrated in his chest.
Yuki quietly washed him while Katsuki rested bonelessly against the tub. Afterward, she wrapped him in his favorite orange towel before carrying him back into the bedroom.
She dressed him carefully in fluffy pink shorts and an oversized white shirt before blow-drying his ash blond hair into its usual soft spiked shape.
Then came lotion. His meds, heart monitor etc. Finally, Yuki retrieved his wheelchair from the walk-in closet.
Unlike the cold medical chairs seen in hospitals, Katsuki’s looked personalized and soft. Stickers decorated the sleek black frame while small accessories and plush keychains hung from the sides.
Yuki settled him carefully into the cushions before tucking a heated blanket across his legs and wrapping his favorite neck pillow around him.
Katsuki immediately relaxed. Satisfied, Yuki pressed a discreet button near the wall. The bedroom doors slid open automatically.
She guided him silently through the sprawling halls of the estate while morning sunlight poured through towering windows. Katsuki watched plants and paintings blur past quietly while the mansion slowly woke around them.
Eventually, they reached the elevator.
Yuki wheeled him inside before pressing the first-floor button. Katsuki hummed softly as the elevator descended. The doors opened into another enormous hallway drenched in warm sunlight.
They must’ve opened the eastern windows today. Katsuki looked around curiously at the subtle redecorating. Mother must’ve changed something again. The hallway eventually opened into the main living area.
It was massive.
The kitchen flowed seamlessly into the dining area while black leather couches surrounded an enormous fireplace beneath a mounted flatscreen television.
The scent of breakfast drifted warmly through the air. Yuki guided him toward the dining table. And there they were.
His parents.
Mitsuki Bakugo sat at the table with one leg crossed over the other while speaking sharply into her phone. Even seated, she somehow dominated the entire room.
She wore an immaculate black suit tailored perfectly to her towering frame. Gold jewelry gleamed subtly beneath the morning light while crimson-bottom heels clicked impatiently against marble floors.
Every movement she made felt dangerous. Like violence wrapped carefully inside luxury high red bottoms.
“…I don’t care if they’re begging,” Mitsuki snapped into the phone. “Tell them if they touch our territory again, I’ll personally burn the fuckers company to the ground.”
Katsuki blinked.
Oh. I wonder what that's about, he thought At the kitchen island stood Masaru Bakugo. Unlike Mitsuki’s sharp intimidating presence, Masaru looked deceptively soft.
A cream-colored cardigan stretched across broad shoulders while thin glasses rested neatly against his face. He stirred something calmly on the stove while the tea kettle whistled nearby.
Masaru glanced toward his phone sitting nearby.
“The harbor shipment arrived safely,” he said calmly. “But the eastern precinct lost three men last night.”
Mitsuki clicked her tongue.
“Fucking Idiots.” Katsuki shrank slightly in his wheelchair, suddenly unsure if he should interrupt.
He didn’t want to bother them. So he stayed quiet muting his scent quietly.
Until Yuki bowed respectfully.
“Good morning, my masters. Young master has arrived here.” Mitsuki’s entire expression softened the second crimson eyes landed on her son.
“There’s my baby boy,” she said instantly, voice losing every sharp edge it carried moments ago. The terrifying alpha from seconds earlier vanished so seamlessly that it almost felt unreal.
Mitsuki ended the call without another word before rising from her chair. Her heels clicked sharply against marble floors as she crossed the room toward him.
Katsuki barely had time to smile before large warm hands cupped his face. Katsuki puffed his cheeks.
“Mommy...”
“Hm, my sweet boy?”
Her sharp crimson eyes scanned him carefully. She checked off his heart monitor, his breathing, and his hands.
Mitsuki always made sure to check his condition before anything else. Masaru finally turned from the stove the moment he smelled her spicy scent. Warm cedar drifted gently through the room while Masaru smiled softly toward him.
“Morning, Katsuki,” Masaru said softly
“Morning, papa.” Katsuki smiled.
Masaru’s expression melted completely. Yuki quietly stepped away while Mitsuki crouched slightly beside the wheelchair, one hand still rubbing slowly against Katsuki’s cheek.
“Did you sleep?”
“Yup!”
“Full 9 hours baby?”
“Yes mama” he replied.
“Any discomfort?”
“I got a bit dizzy earlier.”
Immediately both alpha’s went rigid. Katsuki looked around and regretted saying it.
“It wasn’t bad!” he rushed out quickly. “I just stood up faster than I should”
“You tried standing by yourself again, Katsuki.” Mitsuki’s voice went flat. Her statement lingered in the air for a while. Katsuki could feel tears beginning to gather in his eyes.
Mama always did this.
Every single time he tried to be independent, every time he pushed even a little, she would look at him with those sharp crimson eyes and speak to him in that voice. That calm, suffocating alpha voice that wrapped around his instincts and forced him to settle down before he could even think about arguing.
A weak sniffle escaped him before he could stop it, and he quickly looked away as if that would somehow hide it.
One stray tear slid down his cheek. Mitsuki reacted instantly. “Oh, sweetheart…”
She pulled him against her chest without hesitation, one large hand cradling the back of his head while her scent flooded around him in heavy waves. Smoke. Spice. Expensive perfume layered over something deeply alpha, rich enough to make his thoughts blur around the edges.
“Shhh…” she hushed softly, rubbing slow circles into his back while holding him close. Katsuki hated how quickly he folded whenever she did that. But Mitsuki knew exactly what she was doing.
She had to.
Because no matter how much Katsuki complained, no matter how much he begged for freedom, he still didn’t fully understand how sick he truly was.
Across the kitchen, Masaru silently released calming cedar pheromones into the air. The scent spread slowly through the room, warm and grounding, comforting enough to soften the tension curling through the atmosphere.
Even Yuki could feel the instinctive pressure pressing against her nervous system.
Neither alpha was trying to dominate the room, but their presence alone was overwhelming. It was the kind of natural authority that forced weaker instincts to lower automatically without anyone realizing they were doing it.
Yuki remained perfectly still near the wall, hands folded neatly in front of her. Watching quietly. Her eyes, studying the Bakugo family…
She had worked for the Bakugos for a year now. She told herself that she was prepared for anything. Though their family dynamic. Two alphas birthing an omega child was unheard of. That information surprised her the most and it still surprises her sometimes.
Especially the love they had for the small sickly boy. Alphas usually weren’t like this, at least not openly.
Most viewed affection as something private, restrained, carefully controlled behind closed doors and polished reputations.
But Mitsuki and Masaru loved Katsuki with terrifying intensity. It consumed everything around them.
She found them weak. The way Mitsuki kissed his forehead repeatedly while whispering reassurances into his hair. The way Masaru watched his son was like he was something fragile enough to shatter if left alone too long.
It was possessive and protective in a way that almost resembled omega devotion more than alpha instinct.
They made it clear to everyone working under them. Katsuki was their world. She remembered Mitsuki drilling that into her during training.
‘My son is worth more than your pathetic life’
then she would whip her back repeating it over and over and over again. Even now she could feel the sting in her back.
God, she hated this family. She hated how they wore a mask in front of their very own son, whom they say they would protect. She bit down on her lip while glaring at the blonde omega.
‘I wonder how they'll feel once their beloved son is taken from them’
Masaru finally stepped away from the stove carrying Katsuki’s breakfast carefully balanced in his hands. He arranged the medication beside the plate with practiced precision before placing everything down gently in front of him.
“Breakfast is ready, baby,” Masaru said softly.
His voice always sounded like honey poured over warm tea, smooth and comforting in a way that made it impossible not to relax around him.
Mitsuki pressed one final kiss against Katsuki’s temple before guiding his wheelchair toward the table. Katsuki already felt better. Especially once he saw the food.
Soft French toast dusted lightly with powdered sugar and raspberries sat neatly in the center of the plate. There was barely any syrup—much to his disappointment—alongside carefully cut eggs and thin apple slices arranged with almost neatness.
Mitsuki moved away again, lowering her voice while whispering something toward Masaru. Katsuki watched the subtle shift in his father’s expression almost immediately.
Whenever conversations became strange, his parents always diverted him before he could learn too much, usually with soft smiles and distractions that kept him from asking questions.
Still, curiosity itched beneath his skin constantly.
Masaru pulled a chair beside him before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Katsuki’s cheek.
Katsuki hummed happily with affection. They did that a lot which he liked. Small touches and constant affection, always reminding him he was loved even when they were busy or stressed.
Masaru picked up the fork and slowly began feeding him.
One bite at a time, patient and careful..
He alternated carefully between toast, eggs, and fruit before wiping the corner of Katsuki’s mouth with a napkin. Across the table, Mitsuki continued her phone call, irritation visibly clinging to her sharp features. Katsuki noticed immediately how controlled she remained. Even angry, her scent
barely shifted.
That was unusual.
Mitsuki’s temper was infamous throughout the estate, and normally everyone could smell her irritation before she even spoke. So when her emotions stayed restrained like this, it meant something serious was happening. Katsuki had nearly finished eating when another figure entered the room.
A man dressed entirely in black approached Mitsuki silently, his footsteps barely audible against the polished floor. Katsuki didn’t recognize him. That alone was rare. The stranger bent slightly, whispering something directly into Mitsuki’s ear. And instantly, the room changed. Katsuki smelled it before anything else.
Sharp and acidic.
Mitsuki’s scent leaked suddenly into the air like smoke from a wildfire, hot enough to make his instincts recoil.
Katsuki flinched. His appetite disappeared immediately as he instinctively shrank closer toward Masaru’s side. Masaru noticed instantly.
“Dear,” he said calmly toward Mitsuki. “Your scent.”
Mitsuki’s eyes flicked toward him. For a moment, neither spoke. But something passed silently between them anyway.
Masaru’s shoulders tensed slightly.
“What?” he asked quietly. “How did Power Loader lose to him?”
Katsuki blinked slowly. Power Loader?
Who was that?
“That green fuck showed up out of nowhere and now controls most of Upper Japan and Musutafu,” Mitsuki hissed under her breath. “I thought he was eliminated years ago— after all-”
Masaru gave her a sharp look. Mitsuki stopped immediately. Silence swallowed the room.
Katsuki suddenly felt very sleepy. Or maybe nervous.
He couldn’t tell anymore, and the heavy alpha scents filling the kitchen weren’t helping. Who were they talking about? Why did Mama look irritated? Why did Papa suddenly get quiet?
Masaru gently adjusted Katsuki’s head where it rested against his shoulder before helping him swallow the last of his medication.
Meanwhile, the man in black handed Mitsuki a sleek dark coat. She slipped it on smoothly while continuing to receive information in low murmurs, her expression growing colder with every passing second.
Then, just before leaving, Mitsuki crossed the room again. She kissed Katsuki softly on the cheek.
Then Masaru. She whispered something quietly into her husband’s ear before finally disappearing down the hallway without another word.
The atmosphere she left behind felt heavy and sharp, like the air before a thunderstorm.
Masaru’s jaw tightened visibly.
Katsuki didn’t like seeing him like that.
So he instinctively released more vanilla scent while reaching for his father’s hand. Masaru immediately looked down at him. Something fiercely protective flashed through his tired eyes. Katsuki hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
“Papa… what’s happening?”
Masaru froze.
Katsuki swallowed nervously before continuing.
“Who was that man? Why was Mama upset? And who’s—”
Masaru gently cut him off with a hand against his head.
“Darling,” he murmured, “I know you want answers. But not right now.”
His thumb brushed softly against Katsuki’s hair in a soothing motion.
“Leave things like this to adults, okay?”
Then he rubbed their cheeks together affectionately. Katsuki fell quiet again. But this time the frustration stayed lodged painfully in his chest instead of fading away.
“…When can I go outside again?”
The question slipped out before he could stop it. Masaru’s hand tightened around him. Katsuki stared down at their joined fingers.
“Why can’t I?” he whispered. “Even just for a little while…”
Masaru said nothing. Just like he always did.
“Papa, please,” Katsuki pushed softly. “Why do you keep ignoring me whenever I ask?”
“…That’s enough, Katsuki.”
Masaru’s voice deepened slightly. Not fully alpha. Enough to make Katsuki freeze instantly where he sat. Pain sparked sharply through Katsuki’s palms in response to the emotional spike. Tiny invisible explosions crackled painfully beneath his skin while his omega instincts shrank inward from the pressure.
Why? Why wouldn’t they tell him anything? All he wanted was sunlight. To feel grass beneath his feet and fresh air against his skin. He knew he was weak. But was asking to feel the sun really that unreasonable?
Tears slid quietly down his face. Masaru’s expression crumpled instantly.
“Ah… sweetheart…”
He moved quickly to pull Katsuki into his arms again, holding him tightly against his chest.
“This world isn’t what it used to be,” Masaru whispered shakily against his hair. “Things changed. Bad people are everywhere now.”
Katsuki sniffled weakly.
“But heroes can stop them,” he whispered. “All Might would save peop—”
Masaru stiffened violently. The shift was immediate and dangerous enough to make the room feel colder.
“Never say that name outside this estate,” Masaru said sharply.
Katsuki’s omega instincts trembled instantly beneath the sudden intensity in his father’s voice.
The room went dead silent.
Masaru closed his eyes briefly before sighing heavily, as if he regretted the reaction immediately.
Then he cupped Katsuki’s cheeks gently.
“I have to meet your mother,” he said softly.
His expression looked strained now. Tired in a way Katsuki didn’t fully understand. Yuki approached immediately when signaled.
“Stay with him for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, sir.”
Katsuki waved weakly as Yuki wheeled him away from the kitchen. Masaru stood there watching until they disappeared entirely down the hallway.
Then his phone rang. The moment he answered, Mitsuki’s furious voice exploded through the speaker.
“Fuck! He’s back!”
Masaru went still.
“…Deku?”
“Yes!” Mitsuki snapped. “Not just him—his entire gang. Class 1-A took Power Loader, and now they want a meeting.”
Masaru’s expression darkened instantly.
“What are they demanding?” he asked
A pause stretched between them.
“Weapons, territory” Mitsuki hissed.
Another pause followed, heavier this time.
“Omegas” Mitsuki deadpanned.
“I'm coming, when is it starting?”
“In 30 so hurry”
Before Masaru went to get his things he made sure to send Yuki a text.
‘Stay with him, don’t leave him not for a second’
—
A few hours passed with Katsuki spending most of his time in the living room.
The estate always seemed quieter in the evenings.
As the daylight faded outside the towering windows, the mansion settled into a strange stillness that made every distant sound feel sharper somehow. The ticking of decorative clocks echoed faintly through the halls. Somewhere far away, doors opened and closed softly before silence swallowed the noise again.
Katsuki had grown up surrounded by luxury so excessive that most people probably wouldn’t even believe it existed. Right now, he was sprawled across the fluffy white couch in his personal sitting room.
This room was his. One of the few places in the mansion where he had been allowed to decorate himself.
The walls were lined with hero merchandise and framed posters, but most of it centered around one person.
All Might.
Figures crowded the shelves. Plushies sat stacked near the television. Old collector magazines were carefully displayed behind glass. Even the blanket wrapped around Katsuki’s legs had a faded All Might design stitched into the corners.
After Masaru left earlier, Yuki had brought Katsuki here herself.
She helped him settle onto the couch carefully, layering soft blankets over him before replacing his old neck pillow with a new orange one she knew he liked better. She turned on an old All Might movie, lowered the lights, adjusted the air conditioning, then quietly disappeared again after making sure he was comfortable.
Now Katsuki sat alone surrounded by snacks spread neatly across the coffee table.
Mini donuts, Macarons, and cake pops.
His sweet tooth had always been terrible..
Their usual chatter from the servants was gone entirely. Something had shifted inside the estate after Mitsuki and Masaru left.
Even Katsuki could feel it.
The movie played quietly in front of him, nearing its end. On screen, All Might carried civilians away from a toxic lake while smiling despite the blood running down his face.
Katsuki watched the scene without really paying attention to it. His thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. His parents' expressions Katsuki yawned softly, rubbing tiredly at one eye.
Sleep tugged heavily at him now.
His phone suddenly lit beside him.
💛 Mama ❤️
Katsuki perked up immediately before answering.
“Mama?”
“Katsuki?” Mitsuki’s voice echoed through the speaker.
“Yes, mama?”
“You and your father are gonna be home late tonight.” Her tone softened slightly. “Stay in your room, brat. Don’t wander around.”
Katsuki shifted beneath the blankets, staring toward the darkening windows.
“Yes, mama.”
Then he paused.
Questions immediately rushed out before he could stop them.
“What happened earlier? Why were you in such a hurry? Where are you?”
Silence briefly crackled through the line.
Then:
“I’ll explain when I get home.”
Katsuki’s expression fell immediately.
He knew that answer. It usually meant he wouldn’t get an explanation at all.
His shoulders slumped.
“You guys never tell me anything…”
The line quieted again.
Then Mitsuki sighed softly.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
Her voice lowered into something gentler.
“You don’t need to worry about all this adult stuff. Stop stressing yourself out asking silly questions, okay?”
Katsuki stared down at the blanket in his lap.
“…Okay.”
Then suddenly Mitsuki laughed loudly through the phone.
“That’s my boy! I’ll bring you something back, alright?”
Katsuki smiled faintly.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She kissed loudly into the phone before hanging up.
The room felt quieter afterward.
Too quiet.
Katsuki blinked slowly toward the television before realizing the movie had already ended without him noticing.
The servants were gone now too.
Now it was just him. Yuki was also gone which was strange.
Only the soft hum of the air conditioner remained. Katsuki shifted slightly before grimacing. His heart monitor itched beneath his shirt. He wanted to go to bed.
The sun had already begun setting beyond the windows, casting deep orange light throughout the room. Normally Yuki would already be here. Katsuki frowned before grabbing his phone again. He texted her quietly asking if she could bring him upstairs.No response. Yuki hated phone calls and rarely texted quickly either.
Minutes passed.
Katsuki could feel irritation slowly bubbling beneath his skin. Tiny sparks crackled painfully beneath his fingertips.
He hissed softly at the sting.
After years of this, he’d learned how to swallow the pain down. But tonight his patience felt thinner than usual. The elevator wasn’t even far. Katsuki slowly pushed the blankets off his legs. This time he moved carefully. Giving himself breaks between every motion. He swung his legs over the side of the couch while quietly sucking in a breath through clenched teeth.
His monitor sped up warningly. Katsuki ignored it. The wheelchair sat only a few feet away.
If he could just get himself into it.
He grabbed the armrest tightly before dragging the chair closer inch by inch until it sat beside the couch. His breathing turned shaky almost immediately.
Pain flickered violently through his hands. Katsuki counted softly beneath his breath.
“One…”
A spark snapped painfully beneath his palm.
“Two…”
The monitor beeped faster.
“Three.”
With one final push, Katsuki forced himself upward. The world tilted violently. Dizziness slammed into him hard enough to blur his vision while pain burst sharply through his nerves. A quiet pop crackled from his hand. Katsuki bit back a cry.
But then
He collapsed successfully into the wheelchair. For several long seconds, he simply sat there trying to steady his breathing.
His chest rose and fell unevenly while the monitor continued beeping rapidly beneath his shirt. Sweat dampened the back of his neck despite the cool air conditioning.
Everything hurt. But he had done it. Slowly, a grin spread across his face. The joystick glowed softly beneath his fingertips as he unlocked the controls.
His father refused to tell him what company built this wheelchair, only that it was “the best available.”
Normally he wasn't allowed to control it without someone nearby..
But..
He giggled to himself then with a single motion he zoomed down the halls. He felt the air on his face and the feeling of freedom bubbling up inside him. He went past the familiar halls checking open doors. Even after some time he still hadn't seen anyone. He decided to keep going maybe Yuki was around, and if not, head to the elevator.
After a while of emptiness with no sounds, he decided to head back. The estate had multiple elevators so he decided to take the one closest to his new location. Just as he was close to the familiar steel doors he heard a voice that he recognized immediately.
Yuki!
He turned himself around and was met with a slightly cracked huge wooden door that gave way to golden light. He moved slowly making sure not to make noise. Yuki’s voice became clearer and clearer. It was in fact Yuki but it sounded like she was with another person.
“So how did it go?” Yuki said. Katsuki inched closer trying to hear.
“It went somewhat well, they really cornered her..”
“What 's that? Tell me more!” he winced at her volume.
“You know the deal, the more information you give us, the more we can tell you, Yuki.”
“I've been stuck in this hellhole getting information for you and you won't tell me!”
Yuki yelled.
Katsuki's mind raced.. What was Yuki talking about? He didn't know but he felt scared. He knew if he made a sound he would be dead.
His heart dropped.
“Be grateful that we trust you enough to allow you out of our sights.”
“Fuck you Sero!”
Katsuki leaned in closer, holding his breath.
“You don’t understand how much I hate this family. The hypocrisy that radiates from the bitch! And her stupid weak pathetic son-!”
“What did you just say, what son?”
Suddenly she heard a spark.
Katsuki's blood ran cold. Pain flared in his palm but his eyes stayed locked to Yuki’s form turning. Her eyes met Ruby and Katsuki screamed. His monitor mimicked his panic beating rapidly.
Yuki then ran to him pulling the door open and grabbing him.
“You! How much did you hear?” Katsuki screamed, clawing at her hand.
“Get off of me! Yuki!”
“How the fuck did you get here!”
“Ahh!”
She went to his body and then pushed him to the floor. Katsuki fell hard, he heard the sound of bones breaking and he immediately threw up. Sparks now flew violently from his palms forcing Yuki to step back. She then went for his wheelchair using her quirk to throw it. It flew to the other side of the hallway bits and pieces flying everywhere. Behind her, the person on the phone was yelling but it fell on deaf ears.
She went to grab his throat squeezing hard onto his soft flesh. “I didn't want to give up my identity just yet but it seems like I have to.”
She then threw him once again onto the floor. Katsuki groaned; he felt his vision darken but his hands still crackled with his quirk. The pain was intense every inch of his body was screaming. Yuki lifted her leg and slammed it onto his face. Using the heel of her shoe to dig into his cheek.
“You know I always hated you, I hated everything about you!” she spat “fuck! You don't know how hard it was to smile and act as if I ever fucking liked you. How annoying it was to see you bath in luxury while the rest of us suffered to stay alive.”
Katsuki whimpered, his scent now turned to a desperate plea. Her scent filled his broken nose and made him cry. It was a rotten scent like food left out for too long. She went to hold his neck again, lifting his limp body and smashing his head onto the wall.
He let out a weak scream, his ears ringing loudly and his vision unclear. His spark had been slowly dying but now he barely felt it.
“Ive watched your mother kill innocent people.. The same that I loved!. I watched your father stand behind his wife as cities burned down.”
She took a breath.
“They whipped me because of you. They drilled lessons into me because of you. But yet they killed innocen people.”
her eyes burned.
“You have no idea how lucky you are!”
Katsuki stared at her. What was she talking about?
“While you sat watching movies surrounded by cushions my people starved!”
Katsuki could barely register anything that she was saying.
“While they hugged and kissed you, they sent missiles to kill my people!” She laughed long and hard fighting through tears.
Katsuki shook his head. “N-no Yuki”
She lifted her leg and kicked him in the stomach. Katsuki’s body flew and crashed into a nearby wall. She then walked up to him and bent down forcing him to look at her.
“Dont you ever say my name. Like we're friends.. I hated you from the beginning”
That broke Katsuki.. Not the pain of his body screaming at him. But the fact that the only one he thought was his friend. Could do something like this. Katsuki didn't understand what he did he didn't believe anything that she was saying. Yuki did love him she would talk to him bathe him and make him food. For a while year even when he was at his lowest…
Why..
Why Yuki?
Did she not care, was she faking everything. His parents never hurt anybody. So why, why was she saying all of this! She went to grab his hair pulling it tightly. Katsuki grunted his face bloody, his nose broken and his body limp.
Yuki went to her pocket and took out a knife.
“The Bakugos are strong but I wonder how strong they will be without their precious son” she spat. She slowly lifted the knife and dragged a long deep cut through his arm.
He weakly cried.
She then lifted her hand ready to plunge the knife into his throat until a large bang sounded as if lightning struck. Yuki was flipped upside down. Then a fist collided with her cheek sending her flying through several walls. Yuki lay on the floor of a room bleeding out gasping for air as she passed out.
Katsuki fell but then a hand quickly caught him. Katsuki looked up trying to focus his blurry vision on the figure. His nose was hit with a scent of pure anger.. A scent that made him whine. With the last of his strength, he looked up.
There up above he saw brown.. Then he saw glasses. Then he saw his father looking down at him clutching him to his chest. Katsuki couldn't hear his ears still ringing. But he saw his father's lips moving. That frantic look in his eyes. His hands went for Katsuki's cheek.
Katsuki let out a tear and called out.
“P-papa..” his voice was barely above a whisper, but he knew that his father heard him. Because for the first time in his life, he saw his father cry.
Then everything went dark.