Underwater (kiribaku/bakushima)

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(TW:⚠️ abuse, homophobic slur mentioned.)

Kirishima's POV:

"Eijirou! Get the fuck up!" I took a hard kick to the stomach.

"You seriously think this is enough?! Ten bottles?!" I tried to stop myself from trembling. I can't get bruised, Bakugou will ask questions.

"No dad, I'm working on a project at school. I'll get another ten on the way back.." I fought to keep my voice steady.

"Twenty." He picked me up by my collar.
I didn't fight it and stayed limp in his grasp.

Twenty.

Twenty..... I don't have enough money.

"Yes." I answered. I have to work more. I can't come home till I have twenty.

"Now get up. You're so fucking lazy. Where'd you get that jumper!?"
My hands trembled as I grabbed the front of my hoodie.

"T-this one?"

"You think I'm fucking retarded?! Yes, that one!"

"A friend. He-he gave it to me. I swear I didn't spend any of your money." Your money.

"Friend?! He?! If you bring back another f*ggo-"

"I swear! We're just friends! Nothing else!"
Nothing else.

I know the rules. I know what will happen if my dad gets suspicious. I'm not letting that happen. Not again.

He finally dropped me.
"What'd I do to deserve a son like you, huh? If only you're slutty mom didn't leave. She couldn't even stand the sight of you." He spat then stomped out of the room.

It's only 8am. I'm not meeting Bakugou till 10.

I curled up on my blanket, hiding my face in Bakugou's jumper.

His hoodie is so warm...

It's so comforting...

It feels so safe...

I feel bubbles make there way up my throat.
Here we go again.

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Bakugou's POV:

I sat on my bed, tapping my foot nervously.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....

Why am I so nervous?! I checked the time.

It's still 9am?! I have to wait a whole 45 minuets until I have to leave.

Damn it. Why do I feel like this?! I'm getting all sweaty and shit. I don't want to have another shower this morning.

"Katsuki! Did you eat breakfast? What time are you leaving at again?" My mom called from downstairs.

"Yeah, and I'm leaving at quarter to ten. Why does time move so fucking slow?!!?" I screamed, walking downstairs.

"Woah there, Mister Gremlin! Why are you so worked up, huh? If you can't be patient, then walk down and pick Eijirou up now. He only lives a few blocked down."

"I'm not fucking impatient! And no, I don't feel like walking." I grunted.

"Come on Katsuki, I didn't raise a patient son, no matter how hard I tried." She sighed.

"Whatever! I'll walk down, you happy now?!"

"We both know you want to, so don't even try to pretend." My mom giggled. I'm too tired for this.