Chapter 7 : 2

                                    

                                          
Aizawa spots Bakugou running by his office, still dressed in his school uniform, an hour late home from school. He walks up to the doorway and grabs the child by his arms, pulling him back. Bakugou. A word please. 
                          
"As long as it isn't 'sorry'," Bakugou quips defensively. "I know I'm late and no, I didn't do the washing up," 
                          
Bakugou, it's not about being late. Todoroki's father didn't show up for his visit, so I phoned him. He told me he called to leave a message but the phone line was blocked. Were you using the phone without permission? 
                          
"I- I had to leave a voicemail to Kirishima! Midnight wasn't here so I couldn't text him. You know I can't talk to him on the phone!" 
                          
I know, but you still used the phone without permission and now Shouto is upset. Go and apologise to him. 
                          
Bakugou can't even argue, he doesn't want to. He fucked up and he knows it. Just as he knows there's something reallty weird going on about Todoroki's father. 
                          
* 
                          
Quietly, Bakugou opens the door to Todoroki's room. The child with bi-coloured hair is sitting on his bed with his arms crossed, glaring between the phone and the blank wall opposite him. 
                          
"Um, Shouto?" 
                          
Todoroki turns to glare at him. You were using the phone, weren't you? 
                          
"I forgot you were meant to see your dad today, I didn't know the phone line needed to be open. I really am sorry," 
                          
Todoroki looks away again, perhaps to stop Bakugou reading his lips as he mutters insults. The blonde child squirms with guilt, wishing he could take it back. Wishing he and Todoroki were friends so they could actually make up. Instead, they drift around the purgatory of disconnect. 
                          
"Sorry," is all he can say before he leaves once again, closing the door behind him as per Todorki's preference. Privacy is key, his door must always be closed
                          
* 
                          
Everyone sits at the table for dinner, the mood having somewhat recovered. A green-haired ball of excitement bounds into the room. 
                          
"Kacchan, Kacchan! Look!" 
                          
Hatsume nudges him. Izuku wants you. 
                          
Bakugou looks up from dinner to see Izuku buzzing with energy. He holds a letter flapping in his hands, sealed in a purple envelope. It's for you. 
                          
Bakugou takes the letter and opens it, reading intently. 
                          
Dear Katsuki. 
                          
I hope all is well with you. I have decided to come and visit you very soon. 15:00 today. I am thinking of you. 
                          
All the best, 
                          
Mum. 
                          
"She's coming..." he rebeals with reverence, clutching the letter to his chest. "She's really coming!"
                          
Bakugou gets up from his chair and sprints down the hall, finding all 3 care workers in the kitchen. "Aizawa, Mic, Ms. Joke! My mum is coming, she's coming today!" 
                          
He hands Aizawa the letter, who only skims it. Come on, let's talk in my office. 

                          
* 
                          
Katsuki, are you sure the letter is from her? 
                          
Uncertainty flashes briefly in his eyes, replaced by stubborn determination. "Yeah! You need to make her a good tea, she'll be used to something really fancy,"