ニトロ。

⚠️ dead dove do not eat; obsession; violence; inaccurate med/psych information; manipulation
⚠️ read at your own risk
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katsuki was a miracle. 

he was a miracle that mitsuki prayed for the longest time. she and masaru did everything in their power for a child.

for years, they continuously tried to get pregnant but they also continuously lose the pregnancy. 

mitsuki remembered how much she had cried, how masaru tried his best to comfort her even when he was also falling apart. 

people would say to just give it up but mitsuki refused —

— to concede to fate. she fought it with everything she got even when she was slowly losing herself. 

she watched her diet, did everything to stay healthy. the couple went and did everything that people or the internet told them for a kid. she devoted time to visit shrines.

when nothing was working, she decided she had enough and gave it one last try with her husband before finally focusing on going through orphanages to find them a bundle of joy. 

three months into visiting, supporting different orphanages she found out she was finally pregnant.

the couple cried in disbelief, thanking the heavens for their miracle. it wasn't an easy pregnancy and mitsuki was determined to protect the baby. when she reached her 5th month pregnancy with the doctor telling them they'll have a healthy baby boy, mitsuki cried in joy.

finally, their prayers and efforts were answered. 

the delivery wasn't anywhere easy. she was in labor for hours and it felt like eternity but the moment she held katsuki in her arms, hearing his loud cry, mitsuki silently promised to herself that katsuki will get the whole —

— damn world if he wanted to. there's nothing mitsuki will deny his son. he named it and mitsuki will give it. 

he was her miracle. her answered prayer and maybe that's where everything started going wrong.

katsuki was an angry child. his tantrums were unbearable.

the child's temper was so awful, he was easily irritated, always angry. katsuki argued a lot with people, refusing to do what was told of him, always questioning rules. he also develop a harsh way of speaking and his anger slowly became violence. 

at 4 he was a difficult child.

but mitsuki never got angry at him, he would scold him sometimes but katsuki would not even listen, he would just continuously question her rules and her authority. 

the violence escalated at 5 when he would throw things at their house staff and when katsuki ended up —

— stabbing his tutor with a scissor, making him bleed all over, the couple finally decided to bring katsuki to an expert.

mitsuki didn't want to admit it because katsuki was her miracle and that they did their best to raise him to be a good person but she could no longer —

— deny the fact that there's something wrong with katsuki.

"your son has oppositional defiant disorder," the doctor finally told them. he then continued to explain what odd was and what can be down to help katsuki deal with it. all mitsuki heard was a white noise.

mitsuki just couldn't believe what she was hearing because they did everything. she /did/ everything to make sure katsuki would grow to be a healthy and good person. 

"it's not really unusual for kids to be moody and to defy adults and rules every now and then," the doctor said.

"however in your son's case, it's quite extreme. his temper, his anger, and what he does was extreme," mitsuki could feel masaru squeezing her hand, grounding her. "luckily, we can work on different treatments for katsuki to help him with odd and it's better to start early."

masaru asked for the treatments and the doctor happily walked them through it. 

"what if we didn't do anything about it, will it just go away? maybe he'll outgrow them?" mitsuki asked, throat narrowing from the burning feeling settling in her. 

maybe it was a phase.

"if only thay can happen, however untreated odd can lead to a more serious mental health problem namely conduct disorder or antisocial personality disorder," he explained what the two were and mitsuki could only feel her chest tightened. "so starting early is so much better."

once the consultation was over, the two left the doctor office and looked for katsuki who was supposedly left at the playroom of the clinic. 

the moment they got in the playroom, katsuki was ripping apart a stuffed toy. it's fragments and stuffings were scattered all over.

mitsuki quickly grabbed the kid's shoulder, making him look at her. "stop this!" her voice echoed all over the place. "you better behave yourself, we are so done with how you act!"

katsuki just slapped her hands off her, "shut up, old hag." his words were cold and cruel.

"katsuki, that's not how you talk to your mother," masaru quickly reprimanded his son. they don't really know where he got his way of talking and he's only five. 

"you too, shut up, old man," katsuki replied before kicking the ragged toy. mitsuki grabbed his wrist, ready to —

— reprimand him more but katsuki started shouting, throwing a temper tantrum and before they knew it the nurses had to intervene and sedate the child while mitsuki was on the floor, holding on to her arm that katsuki bit so hard, it bruised and the skin broke leaving her bleeding

from that point on, the husband and wife decided to do what they can to help katsuki overcome his odd however they had been into different treatment and katsuki had to be put on medication and nothing seemed to mellow out his symptoms. 

in fact, it only got worse.

katsuki refused to take medicines and just started not cooperating on his therapies.

mitsuki doesn't know what to do especially when katsuki angrily cried one day, looking at her with fire burning in those red eyes, "i am not sick!" he was almost six that time.

katsuki had always been smarter for his age. he seemed to excel in everything or anything he chose to do and was a quick learner. he also spoke as if he was so much older. it was rough and harsh, his way of communicating was somehow brutal but you can't deny how smart he was.

"why do you keep on making me go to doctor and drink all these medicines! I AM NOT SICK!" mitsuki doesn't know what to say to that or how to answer it and so she decided to stop the medication and therapy.

sure katsuki has a bad temperament. his anger was a tad bit too much —

— but mitsuki knew it was something her son will get over with.

masaru didn't initially agreed with the decision and fought to keep katsuki in his medication and therapy only to give in to his wife's wishes even if it means they have to deal with katsuki's temper tantrum.

mitsuki only questioned her decision the moment he saw katsuki get inside their house, stained with blood. 

she rushed to him in worry, asking what happened only for his son to lift a dead bunny that got lost in their garden. mitsuki weakly sat on the floor while katsuki smiled.

"i caught it," katsuki said. "stupid bunny."

mitsuki could feel her hand shake but pulled herself together, "let's get you clean." she calmly said.

"i will keep it," katsuki declared holding his mother's hand for the first time in a while as mitsuki guided him to the bathroom.

"it's dead, it will start to rot and smell and you'd hate it," mitsuki simply replied. 

"i don't like stinky stuff," katsuki frowned. 

"yes, so i don't think you should keep it," mitsuki replied prying the dead animal from his son's hold.

"alright," katsuki replied.

that made mitsuki smile, that was the first time that katsuki listened to her. that was the first time they had a normal conversation.

"it tried to run away so i smashed it on the ground," katsuki said as his mother strip his bloodied clothes off him.

"is that so?"

"hmm," katsuki nodded. mitsuki couldn't believe how his own son let her bathe him for the first time in a long time. katsuki was calm and was talking to him in his normal voice.

there was no shouting, no fighting, and mitsuki loved every moment of it. it made her feel so happy.

the next time katsuki returned with a dead animal in his hand and clothes that were stained, mitsuki was no longer surprised, she just walked to her son asked what happened and katsuki just told him everything before he let his mother help him clean himself and dispose the body.

masaru was beyond shock when he first saw katsuki went home bloodied with dead animal on his hand. 

mitsuki tried to calm him down from what seem to be him starting to panic. she then let his husband spend some time with their son who mellows out after his little /hunt/.

⚠️ dead dove do not eat; obsession; graphic depiction of violence; inaccurate med/psych information; manipulation; toxic relationship; animal abuse/killing
⚠️ read at your own risk
#ktdk #bkdk

🔪 ferocious act 2
izuku stared at his workbook, teeth sinking deep on his lower lips.

he doesn't exactly know how long it had been since he started solving the mathematical problem in front of him but he couldn't seem to get the equation right nor the answer. sighing inwardly, he glanced at his tutor who was sitting next to him with legs crossed.

the guy was on his last year in university but working as part time tutor to help izuku with his homeschooling. hiroto pushed his glasses in place, eyes not leaving his own textbook.

"you have spent more than 20 minutes in that single problem," he commented. izuku winced.

"it's an intermediate problem at that," he added and izuku could feel his words sank deep in his skin. he couldn't help but think of katsuki's words ringing in his head. 

/you're really stupid, deku./

izuku felt his throat tightened. maybe he was really stupid?

his only comfort was despite him being stupid, katsuki accepted him.

/but it's okay, it doesn't matter because you have me./ 

izuku wanted to say something only for his alarm to start going off on his phone. he quickly reached for his mobile device to turn it off.

izuku quickly closed his workbook but before he could do it, hiroto stopped him. "where do you think you're going?"

green eyes looked at the older guy in panic, "b-but... i have to—"

"i don't care, you are not standing from that seat unless you finish that problem."

izuku gripped his pants tightly. he can't stay there. he has to get up. 

hiroto tapped the book with his pencil, "remember what i taught you and finish this, midoriya." 

no, he needed to get up and leave. 

izuku stared at the numbers on his workbook, slowly they became —

— blurry as tears welled up in both his eyes. 

his heart was thundering in his chest, somehow it was starting to get harder to breath. dread clung into his skin, pulling it hard. 

"you know crying won't get you anywhere," hiroto sighed. "children these days are really spoiled."

izuku turned to him now fully crying, "it's not that, sens—"

"izuku," hiroto firmly said. the kid was now crying, wiping the fat tears that rolled down his freckled cheeks. his shoulder was shaking. "stop crying and try to solve the problem and you can leave."

izuku turned to his workbook, his shaky hand picked up his pencil. he was inconsolable at this point but he tried so hard to solve the problem. hiroto pinched the bridge of his nose, moving closer to him he then offered help only for them to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

"izuku," the kid turned to look at mitsuki leaning by the door with arms crossed over her chest. "why are you still here?"

hiroto quickly stood up and bowed down to mitsuki, he tried to explain how izuku was having a hard time moving on from a single problem.

mitsuki didn't even look at the guy and just kept her eyes on the 14 year old, izuku who was on his seat, sobbing. 

"fix yourself, he's going to be here in five minutes," mitsuki said and izuku quickly stood up, thanking mitsuki before leaving the room.

as soon as izuku was out of the room, mitsuki turned to hiroto who just stood there awkwardly in silence. "if i were you, i wouldn't really make izuku cry."

"it's a misunderstanding, mrs. bakugou," hiroto replied as he explained how izuku was just frustrated about a problem.

"alright," mitsuki nodded. "how about you stay for dinner, hiroto? my husband will be home from a business trip and we have quite a feast." 

the tutor delightfully accepted the invitation after all one of the reasons he decided to tutor izuku was to build a connection with the —

— bakugou's. the family had been in various businesses for years, owning massive corporates. with the family owning the biggest chain of malls and department stores, hiroto knew they're a connection that would help him in the future. 

mitsuki lead him to the lounge area.

the moment izuku left the room he went straight to his room and washed his face. he also changed his clothes. lately, katsuki liked it whenever he was wearing silk white shirts. after dressing up, izuku fixed his hair and put on the perfume katsuki got for him.

izuku wasn't really a fan of perfumes but katsuki bought him a perfume and taught him how to properly put it on and it just became part of his routine. 

once, he was satisfied with how he looked, izuku rushed to the main door and stood there, waiting.

the relief that flooded izuku's heart when the door opened after three minutes of just waiting was immense. he would have been late if mitsuki didn't interrupt them.

the door opened, revealing katsuki clad in his school uniform. the blond raked his hair and looked exhausted.

"kacchan," izuku welcomed him with a bright smile. the blond walked to him, hugging him close, burying his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. 

"did you miss me, stupid deku?" katsuki asked. 

"hmm!" izuku eagerly nodded. "you know i will always miss you!"

pulling away, katsuki looked at izuku. his hand then caressed his green curls before traveling down to his freckled cheek. wordlessly, he was scrutinizing every detail. katsuki looked pleased seeing izuku had fixed his hair and was wearing the clothes katsuki liked on him.

izuku felt himself flinch the moment katsuki's thumb brushed on the skin below his eyes. his expression changed, and so did the air that was surrounding them. izuku could feel a lump forming in his throat. 

"what happened?" katsuki's tone was cold.

"n-nothing," izuku stuttered.

katsuki just stared at him coldly, his hand lowering to izuku's jaw and then finally to his neck. izuku froze in his place. "i'll ask you again and i don't want to hear a fucking lie, deku." 

izuku could feel his lips wobbling before he finally told katsuki what happened.

"it's my fault," izuku sobbed, katsuki pulled him closer. "it's because I can't solve the problem and sensei said it wasn't even that hard." 

katsuki cupped his face, wiping his tears away, "is that so?" he trailed small kisses on izuku. 

"i promise, i will do better."

katsuki sighed, pulling away, "deku, you have been asking me to attend school but if you are having a problem right now, how can you attend school?"

"b-but kacchan, i promise, i will work harder," the other boy cried. 

"what's the use of working hard if there's no result?"

izuku swallowed hard at that. 

katsuki sighed, "stop crying, i know you are pretty crying but stop crying. i will help you with your workbook later."

"aren't you tired already from school and maybe you have homework?" izuku sniffled. 

katsuki ruffled his hair, "it's fine."

"i told you i will take care of you and that's what i am doing," katsuki added. he then held izuku's hand, fingers naturally slipping between the gaps of izuku's fingers. "let's eat some snacks."

"okay," izuku replied, wiping his tears. they then walked to the garden.

when they got in the garden, the table was already filled with snacks and drinks that were freshly prepared for them. 

izuku settled down on his usual seat, completely distracted with his favorite pastries while katsuki just watch him smile happily. 

"how's school?" mitsuki —

— sat down on one of the vacant seat.

"same old," katsuki replied, eyes still on izuku. "boring as fuck."

"i see," the lady lifted a cup of tea, sipping from it. "hopefully you learned something new."

"not really," her son stood up and ruffled izuku's hair who looked up to him

"i'll change my clothes first," he said and izuku nodded, stuffing his mouth with his favorite fudge bar.

katsuki turned to his mother who placed down his cup of tea. their eyes briefly met before katsuki left, jamming his hands inside his pockets. 

mitsuki turned to izuku —

— with a smile, "izu-kun, you really love chocolates, don't you?"

"hmm!" izuku happily replied. "it's one of my most favorite things ever."

"that's good to hear, how about we bake some chocolate cake tomorrow?"

izuku was completely engrossed with the plan. too happy about it.

katsuki walked past his room, darting towards the lounge area near izuku's study room.

he was welcomed by a sight of a man reading a thick book with a metal framed glasses nestled on his nose.

hiroto looked up and met katsuki's eyes. the guy quickly stood up and greeted him.