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Shelter

Chapter 8: Why?

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“That’s all for today, Bakugou, come see me before lunch. I’ve already told Ectoplasm to let you out of class early so don’t worry about it too much.” With that, Aizawa-sensei finishes his lecture for Homeroom. 

I slightly incline my head in a nod.

I spend the rest of my morning thinking about what could happen. It’s a good thing that we were only doing review for today and not learning that many new topics. I don’t think that I would’ve done well. 

What if it’s not about the hag? What if he just wants to expel me? What if me showing up unannounced in the middle of the goddamn night really did upset him? What if he lied about wanting to help me? Who would want to help me anyway. I’m just being weak after all. 

In what feels like a flash, Ectoplasm-sensei is calling me to go to the teacher’s lounge. Goddamn it, the fucking extras are looking at me. It’s fine, calm down, just keep your head down and get to your destination.

With a deep breath, I open the door to the teacher lounge. From what I can see, Aizawa-sensei is the only person in the room aside from me. He probably told the other teachers to stay out. I’m grateful, that means I don’t have to deal with the other teachers hovering or pretending “not to look.”

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I voice after the few seconds I was in the room.

“Our case against your mother. Although, would you prefer me calling you Katsuki in private instead of Bakugou?” Aizawa-sensei asks.

“Katsuki is fine,” I mutter looking away from him. I knew it. Well, what else could I be here for? Getting expelled. I shake the thought from my mind. Gotta stay civil.

“Now, we do have quite a bit of evidence with the pictures that you had sent me. I’ve talked to Detective Tsukauchi about this and he said that he was gonna help. We just need a few in-person and written statements from you. Then we just have to do some paperwork and we’re all set to file the case.”

Oh god that sounds like a lot of effort. He looks really tired, am I really that much of a burden?

Somewhere buried deep inside, a memory comes up from when I was a toddler.

“Don’t tell the police about this. You don’t want to be taken away and sent to somewhere else, right?”

Her towering figure looks down at me in the basement. Right in front of the room that she threatened to lock me in so many times. A stern expression on her face and the venomous words that I only now realize the gravity of flash behind my eyes. 

“Oh uh, it’s actually fine now. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. Honestly, all the arguments were all caused by me. I just keep provoking my mom and it’s kinda not fair for me to blame her for stuff like this. So you don’t have to be in this case anymore. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Timidly, I try and start to back out of the teacher lounge. Everything I said was true, right?

“Bakugou, you called me in the middle of the night crying and touch-starved. Don’t you dare try downplaying this situation. I’m going to help you,” Aizawa-sensei scolds.

“But it was just me provoking her! I know that she has anger issues and-”

“And she shouldn’t hurt her own son just because she can’t control her emotions.”

I just don’t want to cause more problems than I already have. If I’m not with Mitsuki where would I go? In a foster home? I can’t keep going to UA if that happens. I wish I never did anything. This is why I don’t get daring and spill my big mouth to strangers.

“With all of the information you’ve already given us, we can’t just back out of this investigation now. I’m sorry, Bakugou, but it’s our duty to do so.”

I blanch. This is not how I expected this to go. He actually wants to help me? I don’t understand. Why hasn’t he given up on me by now? Like everyone else has. 

“ I’m not giving up on you. ”

It’s funny, how the first time a sentence is said to you with such emotion backing it has such a strong effect on you.

And again, I curl into myself and let the tears overflow from behind my eyes. With muffled whimpers of “why?” repeatedly chanted, Aizawa-sensei brought me into another hug; and that was all I ever wanted. 

Notes:

Hey!! The gaps in the updates just keep on getting longer, lmao. I promise I'm gonna do my best to actually finish this fic! It's supposed to be relatively short though. Thank you for the support though! It traveled these past few weeks so it's been a little hectic. Don't worry, we were being quarantine-friendly! There was also a super scary thing that happened to me irl and it was also super annoying aaa prepare yourselves for a future super angsty part. Probably not soon, but sometime in the future. :)