A/N: So, this was inspired by a scene in the manga. Without giving too much away, Katsuki, as punishment for being his usual self, is forced to watch over a bunch of preschoolers

His response?

He wanted to find their leader, string them up, and force the other kids to stone them. Why? Because, apparently, this is how he was raised, and he finds this perfectly acceptable behavior and wonders why anyone else is questioning it.

Sure, it's played for laughs, but it was a bit disturbing look into his mind set. As such, this story was born

Also, who should the Therapist be? I could either use an original character, or someone from another fandom for it. Or hell, one from this fandom, but I don't see many characters fitting the bill. Hm...

Published: 2/09/2018

Warnings: Katsuki's mouth

Chapter 1

A Very Difficult Case

Weak. Weak, weak, pathetic, weak.

He was so weak. Pitiful. So disgusting. So appalling. That whimpering, crying face. Him, a hero? That pathetic fucking nerd, amount to anything?

Deku was Deku. A useless little shit, whimpering and crying. Whimpering and crying and reaching out towards him, because Katsuki had fallen and Deku, stupid fucking Deku, was worried about him. Concerned for him.

Looking down on him.

Stupid Deku, who couldn't take care of himself, worried, his eyes so wide and honest.

Katsuki hated it. He hated it with an undying passion. With all his heart, because what was that pathetic powerless nerd going to do in a world like this?

Powerless.

That's exactly what Deku was.

Powerless.

Defenseless.

Pathetic.

Weak.

Ordinary.

In a world of heroes and villains, powers and abilities, Deku had none. Deku was Quirkless. In a world like this, we're almost every single person had a skill or ability that made them special, Deku had none. None at all, yet there he stood, dreams and aspirations shining in his eyes, a cool determination driving his every step. Determined to make it forth, determined to be something more. To be a hero.

Stupid fucking Deku.

Didn't he understand?

He was going to get himself fucking killed. That's all that would happen. Katsuki was doing him a favor, really, not that Deku could appreciate it, evidently.

So, Katsuki beat him down, time and time again. Learn your lesson, learn your place. The world isn't good and evil, no matter what stupid fucking delusions Deku had about the whole thing. It's strong and weak, and Izuko has always been weak, has always been a pathetic spry of a kid that's under the delusion that he's strong.

Downright fucking moronic, if you asked Katsuki. Moronic and liable to get him killed if he kept pushing it, which was exactly why Katsuki kept pushing the nerd right back down.

Which was exactly what he told the stupid bitch of a therapist that they were forcing him to see.

Leaning back in his chair, the seven year old felt pleased with his assessments. Surely this woman would agree. Why were his fucking parents making him do this in the first place anyways?

All he had done was show Deku his fucking place in front of them and Deku's mom. That useless loser should be thrilled that Katsuki was taking the time and effort to help him learn his real role in the world before he got himself killed.

Smirking, Katsuki looked up, expecting to be showered in praise as usual for his quick and effective thought process.

Instead, the therapist was looking at him with unmasked horror. The hell? Therapists weren't suppose to do that, Katsuki was sure. Yeah, he didn't know much about them, but weren't they supposed to be like, super controlled advice giver people?

If anything, he'd walked in here expecting her to give him tips into finally convincing that dumbass Deku to finally give up on that stupid fucking dream of his before it got him killed.

"Who… Who taught you to think like that, my boy?" The therapist asked instead.

Katsuki looked at her as if she was a fucking moron. Nah, scratch that. She was totally a fucking moron.

"My mom, duh! Violence solves everything!" Katsuki declared, slamming his fist into his palm, a small explosion ringing in the office in response.

The therapist, for some reason, seemed to be even more apalled than before, and began to scribble away furiously on that notepad of hers. Huh. Weird. Whatever.

Katsuki titled his head.

Did she have a Quirk, he wondered? If she did, it was probably something useless if she was working in a place like this, but still.

The next day, Mitsuki Bakugou found herself all but dragged into the therapist's office.

"What the hell do you want? I was fucking busy, you stupid cunt! Just tell me how to get my kid to stop being a little asshole! I got things to do!"

The therapist gasped.

So… This was were the younger Bakugou had gained his vocabulary from, along with his ideals.

Oh dear.

This… Would not be an easy case. The boy didn't understand what he was doing wrong, the parent that had literally caused the situation and had brought the kid in to prevent it didn't even know what she was doing wrong, and this whole thing was one wild mess. Regardless, she would persevere, and make the best out of it. The fate of two little boys was at stake, and the therapist did take her job very seriously.