Blame it on me

Blame it on my chapter 7

His scars were aching so badly he started to think they never really healed. His side was struck with pain by each inhale and his whole body was shaking with the chronic pain he couldn't seem to get rid of.

He haven't had a nightmare this intense in quite a while. Ever since he was sent away from home, he either didn't sleep at night or only had dreamless sleep almost as if he had blacked out. The longer he was in that damn house, the more he realized how he has been on autopilot the whole time. He only had done things to keep himself alive until his parents came for him. He put his feelings aside to the point he was completely numb. He wasn't thinking about all the annoying shit this damn house reminded him of. He was doing just fine. He was patient and quiet. He was someone who wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

So why was he in so much pain again?

He didn't even notice how he unconsciously started rubbing the scars on his left collar until a warm hand touched his wrist and pulled his hand away. His eyes focused again and he saw that Aizawa was back in front of him.

"Are you in pain?" He asked and Katsuki stared at him without knowing how to answer. He pulled his hand back from the adult slowly and embraced himself as shook his head slightly. "You look like you are."

"What time is it?" Katsuki asked as a try to not have to discuss his irrational pain with a stranger.

"Around three. I was making soup, do you want some?" Asked the man and Katsuki wanted to ask why the fuck he was making soup in the middle of the night, but something moved into his peripheral vision. He turned towards the entrance of the open kitchen and his nausea only became stronger as he glanced Hitoshi in another dumb cat sweater, staring directly at him.

"What's wrong, Hitoshi?" Aizawa asked as noticed his son, too. He left Katsuki to walk up to Eyebags and pet his hair gently.

"I just... heard you guys and..." Hitoshi's words were soft to begin with but the next half of his sentence was barely audible from where Katsuki was sitting: "Is he okay?"

"Of course, don't worry. Go back to bed, you've got school tomorrow." Aizawa answered as gave a forehead kiss to the overgrown bastard who had the audacity to act worried about him. Hitoshi glanced towards him one more time before went back upstairs.

Aizawa walked back to him and grabbed a blue blanket from the edge of an armchair and placed it onto Katsuki's lap as spoke up again: "Do you want to stay here for a bit and watch TV?"

Katsuki thought he was going to be sent back upstairs at the very least and didn't have time to think of an actual answer before nodded. Why he did that, he didn't know. Aizawa turned the TV on and handed Katsuki the remote before went back to the kitchen. Katsuki pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped himself up in the blanket he got as tried his best to drown his thoughts by the sound of the TV.

Katsuki was woken up by a hand grasping his shoulder and an unfamiliar voice calling his name. He opened his eyes to find Hizashi staring at him from above. He sat up quickly and shrugged the hand off his shoulder.

"Good morning, Katsuki."

Was it morning already? Fuck. Katsuki felt like he slept fifteen minutes or less. He realized he was back in his room but had no clue how he got there. Last thing he knew he was in the living room...

"I made breakfast. Eat up and start getting ready, alright? You have about an hour before you need to get going to school." Hizashi was talking way too quickly and loudly like it was fucking noon already while Katsuki struggled to keep his eyes open. He nodded in agreement, hoping the adult would leave him alone. He rubbed his eyes as yawned while Hizashi said something else, which Katsuki couldn't quite catch, then left.