We Are Who We Are (KiriBaku Fanfic)

Chapter 4: I Care for You Bakugou

— Chapter 4: I Care for You Bakugou—

Bakugou sighed as he spread his arms out on the kitchen island. Burying his head into the crook of his arms his eyes wondered his beige and creme colored home. "Why did I pick you up from school?" Her voice wasn't angry or loud and obnoxious like it normally was. It was calm and concerned and it had Bakugou confused. He didn't always see this version of Mitsuki Bakugou. He wasn't used to it. He was used to her screaming and aggression. He was used to her loud voice and head slaps when he did something wrong.

He realized some people might find his mom abusive, but she wasn't abusive, she just was aggressively loving. He knew she only wanted the best for him but she couldn't always convey it properly. Her being calm and muted in comparison to her usual version of concern, was strange to Katsuki. He loved his mom, and he realizes she loves him, because she supports him no matter what.

She never didn't support him. Since he first got his quirk she was always there cheering him on. Mitsuki herself realizes that she and others might have cheered him on too hard, and she ended up with a spoiled brat of a son, but she loves him none the less. She just wishes he would learn to be a better person, a nicer person. She wishes for him to be the hero they both know he can be.

She was even there for him when they told her he was going deaf because of his quirk, or even when he came out as pansexual. She remembers him saying, 'I don't care what gender they are as long as they are strong and keep up with me, I will love them till my dying days.'  She was so proud of him, for being so courageous to admit that, and she was so proud of him for being confident enough to be comfortable in his own sexuality.

When he was kidnapped the first time, she didn't know what she would do and the fact it happened a second. Mitsuki felt like she couldn't breathe. It felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. Like her trachea was stuck in her throat and her lungs collapsed on impact. The first time Bakugou was kidnapped she watched from her couch in horror. Her son was on the news being engulfed by some slime monster. All she could do was sit and watch in horror.

She had to sit and watch as he trained harder to get into UA, as he became bitter and even more angry. It physically hurt her to watch, but all she could do was sit and watch, all she could do was give advice from the sidelines.

When the call from the school came that Katsuki was kidnapped a second time, Mitsuki felt like she had just died. Her only baby entrusted to this uppity school, gone? Within the instant the phone hit the floor. She couldn't breathe. She felt weak. Like she couldn't protect him.

She realizes that she may be a violent aggressive person, but that's just how she was raised. That's just how her family has been for generations. She has mellowed out over the years. Especially since she met her husband Masaru and has had Katsuki. But watching her son be kidnapped she felt weak, she almost felt like he was a little weak.

She wanted to get stronger, she needed to get stronger. So when the school said they would do a better job at protecting her son she believed them. She trusted them. They were pro heroes after all. Her son would get stronger. She will get stronger. Together they will be stronger.

So when she got a call from Katsuki saying to come pick him up, she was scared. Worried that something went terribly wrong. She has been getting therapy and taking anger management classes, so that she can be calm and collected, so she doesn't have to yell when the situation doesn't call for it. She wants to support her son, she wants to continue to support her son.

She stared at him. Red met red. "Why did I pick you up from school?" she repeated, her voice calm and collected. Bakugou gulped, the air around him feeling heavy. He couldn't just tell her its because everyone was acting normal after him being kidnapped. He couldn't just tell her its because he felt weak. He couldn't tell her those things. It would make him look weak, and he didn't want to look weak. Not in front of her. Not in front of his mom.