Blame it on me

Blame it one me chapter 1

For his greatest surprise, he gained an actual answer, even if it was barely above a whisper: "I've got what I need."

Yamada scoffed and crunched down next to the kid at the doorstep. "Oh, come on, kiddo. A little shopping never hurt anybody. I'm sure we'll find something you'll like."

He gained no answers, therefore no protest, which counted as a positive feedback at this point.

"Why don't you leave your backpack here, while we do a quick house tour?"

Katsuki didn't answer, nor tore his gaze from where it was fixated for a certain amount of time. Hizashi waited a few seconds before stood up and spoke again:

"Or not. It's okay, let's start here," He went to the door next to Katsuki's room and opened it, waiting for the kid to follow.

Katsuki stayed a step away from him at all times and when Hizashi accidentally, or not so accidentally, closed the distance between them, he backed away with the quickest reaction time any thirteen years old kid could have. He rarely glanced around the house, showing the least interest about anything Hizashi showed and never stepped over the doorway of any rooms. On the other hand, at least he was listening to what Hizashi was talking about, even if he wouldn't look him in the eye for the love of God.

The house tour ended back at Katsuki's room about forty minutes later, since Yamada had the tendency to get easily distracted by anything and Katsuki didn't bother to remind him why they were walking around the house on the first place. The appetizing scent of ingredients creeped upstairs, letting them know the ramen was almost ready.

Hizashi watched the ash-blond kid stand at the other side of the doorway of his room which he had not stepped into just yet. The hero placed the careful pressure of his hand on the boy's shoulder, which made him flinch and step forward into the room only to avoid physical contact.

"I'll let you settle in and unpack your stuff. There's a few comfortable sweats and tops in the wardrobe already waiting for you, feel free to wear them. There's clean towels in the bathroom if you feel like taking a bath." Hizashi said with a warm smile, which Katsuki once again didn't bother to look at.

"I'll let you know when dinner is ready." Hizashi added before went downstairs.

Katsuki stayed standing in the room and listened to the adult's footsteps, not moving until he was sure he was alone. He turned to look around: the walls were a light shade of grey, the wooden furniture was matching, a large window was facing the door on the opposite wall, a desk and a drawer was on the right, and a bed with a nightstand was on the left. There were multiple shelves on the walls and a wardrobe next to the door. This place was nothing like the orphanage or home, except for the nightstand which Katsuki's gaze fixated on once again. He walked closer to it, feeling a lump forming in his throat as reached out to place his hand on it.

It looked exactly like the one he had in his room at home, except the color was lighter and... there was no blood or burns on it.

Katsuki gulped at the sudden memory as phantom pain shook through his body and took a step back from the nightstand. He tore his gaze from it and took a deep breath as ignored the shaking of his hands. He turned and walked out of the room, rather taking that damn bath, now that it was offered, than to sit around with that nightstand in the same room as him.