A Tale of A Ground Zero

Journal 1.0

Author's Scribbles
Let's move on quick to the content 'cause I've summarised them all already on the description, so yeah....

(P/S: this story parted by journals rather than classified as chapters, just to be clear)

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"Wake up, brat! You lil shit not gonna have breakfast on afternoon you hear me?!!" a not so peaceful morning was getting interrupted by a threatening shout.

It was the last week of summer holidays but a certain guy still thinking that he didn't had enough rest. Slightly grumbled, he lazily slide-off from his comfy bed with his half-opened lid.

Dragging his legs to reach the kitchen took so much effort from him that he just wanted to lay down and do nothing, but then he'll be hungry later and became even more lazy to cook. So yeah....

He snatched a wooden chair and stared in space for a while. Still processing his actions and environment. His youth-looking mother, Mitsuki Bakugou, suddenly slapped the back of his head to snap him out before placed down a bowl of spicy-grilled meat salad.

"Knock out of it, young man. Hurry up and eat."

"Shut up, old hag. I AM eating," Katsuki who was startled gave a slight glare to his mother before munched on the salad while scowling. Mitsuki just shrugged off before returned to the sink to continue washing the dishes.

After a while feed on his meal, Katsuki's stomach was suddenly making a flip. He stopped. He stayed still for a few second.

After ensured nothing was happening, he started to chew on the meat again. But then, it happened again. This time he felt that his abdomen was cramping beneath him. It became more worst which made him gasped a little. He pushed the bowl away and struggled to stand up while gripping his stomach. His mother looked at him in confusion due to his odd behavior.

"It's nothing, old hag. Just a bug.... I guess.....," mumbled the last sentence, he quickly made his way to the washroom.

He locked the door and leaned on it while took a sharp breathe. He obviously didn't know what's wrong, but for sure, his stomach was totally working against him at the moment.

Suddenly his body was heated and there's somewhat a punch-feeling slammed onto his stomach. He gasped as if the air got knocked out of him. Suddenly felt lightheaded, he stumbled before crashed down onto the tiled floor. His signature black shirt with skull-face graffitied on it got slightly lift up due to the fall. He then noticed the particular mark tattooed on his left abdomen. Bright and visible on the naked eye.

"What... the.... fucking hell.....," his shiny ruby red eyes bulged in shocked.

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Katsuki just stared blankly on the white tiles, tracking those lines mindlessly. Her mother who silently seated beside him looked at him in worries. Before she could reach for him, Katsuki's turn had finally been called.

"Bakugo Katsuki. Please be in Room 2."

Took in a sharp breath, he kept his eyes to stay sharp, clouded his real emotion's wreck. Mitsuki groped his shoulder, assuring. They both entered the room without any word.

"Young Bakugo. Please, have a seat," a short blacked hair man with the typical bleached coat calmly shuffling the medical report in his hand before put them aside and payed full attention to his patient.

"So, what is the situation I shall know?" the question just made Katsuki become more sinking in his seat as he was literally fidgeting his fingers. His mouth gaped intended to talk, but nothing seemed to come out.