Opposites but still the same - a togaraka fanfic

A homeless villain

Toga POV:

"TOGA!" I shuddered as I heard Shigaraki's loud scream.

"Yes?" I answered he glared at me with a murderous look.

"I thought I told you to clean the floors, this is muddy. Clean it again." I nodded, holding back some more tears as I grabbed the cloth and scrubbed harder. My arms ached and my legs were in pain from the blade.

I spent a while cleaning the floors, by the time I was done. Everyone had left leaving me in an empty room with a sleeping and drunk Dabi. I crept past him hoping I wouldn't wake him up, no luck.

"Where do you think you're going Toga?" He asked me as I almost made it out.

"Well I was heading ummm home." I lied, I didn't have a house so I normally stayed deep in the forest.

"You can go later." He rushed towards me and grabbed my red scarf before pinning me up and attempting to kiss me, I looked at the many bottles on the table. He was super drunk wasn't he? I kicked him before he could kiss me this loosened his grip on me as I escaped. The thought of just touching him let alone kissing him made me groan in disgust.

I ran deep into the forest like I do every night, until I found a small clearing. It was pretty small but still felt more like home than the bar. I took off my cardigan laying it on the ground like a mattress, the cold wind hit my uncovered body sending shivers and goosebumps up my body. Other than my bra and cardigan I practically wore nothing on my top half.

I closed my eyes, I was homeless, worse than that. I felt far from home, far from a home which I never owned in the first place.