Blame it on me

Blame it in me chapter 5

"Hey, kiddo! How are you doing?" He cheered like something great was happening even though he was only staring at Katsuki, who couldn't work up an answer to the unexpected question. He supposed he was fine until the idiot walked in.

"Did you have fun with Shouta today?" Hizashi asked, unfazed by the fact Katsuki didn't bother to answer his first question.

"Was I supposed to?" Katsuki asked bluntly and apparently caught the adult off guard, but his smile didn't even quiver as he quickly changed the subject instead of slapping him around.

"Uh, I guess. Anyway this is yours." Hizashi sat down in front of him and placed the gift bag onto his lap, then went back to playing with his hair. They stared at each other for a while before Katsuki looked down at the bag and saw that there was a white box in it, even though he was certain he didn't leave anything downstairs.

"It's not." He pointed out simply.

"Yes, it is. Open it." Hizashi pushed, unnerving Katsuki even more and he wanted to throw that damn bag away, but didn't want to break the weird, happy act Hizashi was putting on for some unknown reason. He reached for the box slowly and lifted it's top off without taking it out of the bag. It was a brand new phone.

"I noticed you're not really comfortable getting things from us, but if it's any help you could look at it as something necessary for you to have so you can reach us. I wrote everyone's numbers on a note and put it inside the bag, make sure to save them. You don't have to open it now if you don't want to, but please use it." Hizashi said and Katsuki put the bag aside and looked down.

There he went with his stupid 'please' again. Katsuki hated this guy with that confusing ass, always present smile on his face. Hizashi had no fucking reason to pretend to be so happy all the time, especially when he was around him. The least thing Katsuki ever did was make those around him happy, this lunatic wasn't going to achieve anything with his foolish act, unless if his goal was to creep Katsuki out. In that case, he was doing a marvelous job.

"Also, uhm, you can still have another room, in case you don't like this one." Hizashi changed the subject when Katsuki once again couldn't find the right words to say.

"I'm fine here." Katsuki said, glancing at the adult's hands in his lap instead of trying to keep eye contact, watching him carefully just in case he decided he  had enough of Katsuki's bitching.

"You didn't even touch the bed or basically anything in this room. I really don't think sleeping on the ground is best for you." Hizashi said and Katsuki narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

For him? What did he mean? Was that trying to be an insult? Did he look fragile or something? Compared to their annoying kid, who looked sick and was weak enough to lose balance by the most powerless push Katsuki ever gave to someone, he considered himself to have the stamina of a pro hero.

"Are you deaf or something?" Katsuki barked back in frustration.

"Just a little." Hizashi answered with an ever so wide smile instead of getting mad at Katsuki for being an asshole. "You must have a reason not to want to sleep on the bed."

Yeah, he had. He simply didn't feel like letting Hizashi know he had a personal vendetta against the nightstand that resembled the one he had at home and he refused to get close to it. He was aware it was ridiculous and he was overreacting and didn't need the adult to tell him that, too. He just wanted to be left alone and read his damn book but Hizashi seemed way too comfortable sitting in front of him and there was no sign of him planning to leave soon.

Staying quiet didn't really do the trick with that man, it became obvious quite quickly. It seemed like Hizashi had a great time having one sided conversations while Katsuki begged for everything out there to be left alone. He needed to at least evade the topic of the nightstand, but had no intention on starting a long lasting conversation.

"Is my test graded?" He asked eventually.

Even though Katsuki was convinced it was impossible, Hizashi's smile grew even wider as he exclaimed: "You passed and we are incredibly proud of you."

That didn't even sound sarcastic, yet Katsuki was sure they weren't fucking proud.

"You had seventy four or six percent or something, I'm not sure." Hizashi added when Katsuki failed to mask his frustration.

Seventy four was damn average. Katsuki technically failed, they were just looking down on him at a rate that they never even thought he could pass. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much. He didn't care about what people thought of him. Everyone grew to hate him in the end. He had two years until he actually had to pass that test and the practical exam would surely bring his scores up. He could be the best when it really counted and that was all that mattered.

"Aren't you happy?" Came the question that completely confused Katsuki. "About your scores?"

"I could've done better." Katsuki grunted and turned to the side only to notice fucking Eyebags standing a few feet away from them with a shy smile that barely curved the edges of his lips.

"Dad needs you downstairs." He told the loud adult, who got up and technically ran to help the quiet one as if there was an emergency.

Hitoshi stayed in the room though, so they ended up staring at each other rather awkwardly until the overgrown idiot pointed out the fucking obvious with his question. "You like to read?"

"Not when an idiot is staring at me." Katsuki answered bluntly, looking Hitoshi dead in the eye. For his surprise, instead of a snap back, Hitoshi rolled his eyes in annoyance —almost impressively— and walked out of the room wordlessly and closed it behind him.

Katsuki turned back to his book and stared at the same page for about an hour with short breaks when he found himself either zoning out or his eyes wondering back to that damn nightstand. He realized he didn't even read a single sentence, then closed his book with a frustrated growl before got the phone out of the gift bag. A pair of earphones came with the phone, so after Katsuki set up the bare minimum of settings, he didn't bother saving the list of phone numbers Hizashi asked him to save, just put some music on and took a few deep breaths.

It's been months since he got to listen to music like so. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the melodies, tuning out the real word in order to chase a false sense of peace he's been dying to grasp even if it lasted only for a moment.