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Mitsuki paced across the large living room her heels clacking against the wooden floor, every time she reached one side of the room she turned around and began a brisk pace to the other the click clack of her heels growing louder as her steps became more urgent.
click clack.
The phone rang.
Mitsuki stopped.
She felt a scream claw its way up her throat brought about by the hot rumble of frustration ripping itself out of her stomach surpassing the boundaries of her mere mortal body.
She had left. With nothing but the clothes on her back. She had made it on her own. How dare they contact her when they had sent her tumbling down a cliff looking at her from the summit of the mountain as she scraped her elbows and drew blood again and again. They hadn't experienced the taste of split lips and the scalding shame. They had left her to fend for herself made it clear that she was no longer wanted.
But still her phone rang the number mocking her. She had distanced herself changed her number and removed herself so far away from the entity she had been forced to imitate that seeing a part of her past life shattered her world view leaving her trying to desperately hold the pieces of glass together. She ignored the constant ring and continued to pace surely they would stop calling eventually.
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It was dark in the room now. and the living room was covered in shadows. And still the phone rang, Mitsuki sat on the floor in a corner of the large room covering her ears years of conditioning ensured that she would not end the call even if she knew they could no longer control her it was something the she could not rectify as natural to her as breathing.
Her husband and child walked into the house the door creaking as it was unlocked she could hear Katuskis usual chatter and the sound of the both of them removing their shoes. She could hear them step closer and closer to the living room. The room was dark the curtains still wide open it created an almost eerie atmosphere making the house feel cold and uninhabited.
It was an utter juxtaposition from the houses usual feeling of liveliness usually boasting the warm aroma of food on the stove the bright lights the warm rooms something that Mitsuki would do to make her loved ones feel at home but Mitsuki did not feel like the 24 year old woman who loved her son and husband like a bright indistinguishable torch unwavering and forever offering her light. Right now she felt like the outcast the lonely little girl with a long skirt and demure manner. Like that girl who was ever quiet who woke up early in the morning to make herself unnoticeable.
suddenly she heard her name being called from the door of the living room loud enough to snap her out of her trance.
"Mitsuki." She could hear her husband's deep timbre his worry leaking through every letter of her name.
She uncovered her ears just for a moment readying herself for comfort because she knew deep in her bones that Masaru would understand. He loved her as much as she him and just as she began to consider wrapping his arms around her and listening to his chatter as she felt his chest vibrate against hers caressing her heart and calming it down in his odd way. The sharp shrill began and her phone as far away from her as possible began to ring. Katsuki closer to the phone than her husband picked it up and just as she had taught him, answered it.
"mommy someones calling you" He called into the empty living room she could hear faint breathing from the other side of the call.
"...Slut already galloping off with a child just what we expected from it" She could hear the grating high pitched voice of her brother as he spoke to a person he was with. And that was it Mitsuki snapped and walked towards her phone it was not her usual anger bright and fiery it was a quiet fury she gently took the phone from her son: her heart her whole life wrapped in a tiny body. And hissed allowing her fury to simmer oozing out into her words.
"what the fuck do you want." She could no longer feel the cloying fear that usually clogged her throat suffocating her. Because her son was there her husband was there and when she was with them she seemed to grow. Her back straightened out her hand stopped trembling and she felt everything click back into place. They were there and they would not leave.
The phone was silent on the other side, she could feel the heavy surprise fill the call the acidic shock leaving her caller silent. Her husband stepped closer to her and touched her palm interlocking his fingers with hers a silent promise. Whispering I am here. Katsuki although confused could feel the tense atmosphere could see his moms hand tremble almost unnoticeably and he latched onto her leg
"its fine mommy ill beat the stupid guy up." he said confidence filling every word.
Mitsuki's resolve trembled but she needed this needed to show them that she was no longer the girl they knew.
"Who do you think you are Mitsuki,"
She interrupted him reasserting herself
"its Bakugou to you"
"so you disgraced the great Toga name and latched on to the first man you saw you're not special Mitsuki your just a fucking slut he'll realise soon enough"
"ill repeat myself one more time" She said, her voice steady and unaffected "what the fuck do you want"
"okay since the bitch thinks she's better than us ill just tell you its not like I wanted to fucking talk to you anyway"
"what."she emphasised "is" she paused seathing "it." her teeth gritted as if stopping herself from attacking the caller.
"we've got another bitch just like you and since we can't send her away we thought we might aswell give her to the only other failure we know.." and as if she wasn't smart enough to glean the meaning of the statement he clarified "you"
Her shoulders began to tremble and she could feel her knees buckle under weight of the conversation
"How old is she what's her name and where the fuck is she" she said
"I don't fucking know how old the bitch is her name is Himiko though,"
he whispers as if unable to keep the information to himself.
"she's real fucking weird this one, Grandfather was considering.... creating an accident."
Mitsuki paused and began to tremble violently,
"Did you just admit that he wants to fucking kill her" She said and this time she could feel her anger consume her, she felt her blood bubble viciously under her skin.
The caller was silent on the other side but this time there was no suprise instead the fear he held was almost tangible she could hear muttering on the other side of the phone as he adressed the person he was with.
"Im coming to get her right fucking now if you know whats good for you you'll get her the fuck out"
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That evening Mitsuki sat on the kitchen table with her husband caressing her hand two kids fast asleep in bed instead of one.
"What am i going to do i cant raise two kids."
Masaru stood her up and led her to the couch she cuddled into him resting her head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Mitsuki im worried as well but you are the most amzing woman i have ever met, you're strong" he punctuated the point with a kiss to her head.
"Brave" he caressed her cheek lifting her head to look him in the eyes
"And you love so so hard." This time he grabbed one of her hands placing it onto his cheek.
"And I know we'll make mistakes and that there are going to be arguements and so much more but i'm absolutely certain that at the end of the day those kids will know that their mom fucking loves them so so much."
Mitsuki gasped her eyes stinging terribly but when masaru looked her in the eyes rubbing his finger over the hand he held against his face she began to cry, gasping and sobbing uncontrollably.
He leaned in closing the gap between them their lips meeting sofly sharing a chaste kiss
"I love you.... and we love the kids and that. That will be enough."