Spiteful (trigger warning)

Part 3

'Oh no!..oh no,no,no! this can't be happening! Not right now! I thought i was overall this!'  my breathing became labored and my ears began to ring. i fall to the ground trying to compose my self. I was breathing rapidly and the ringing in my ears was getting worse. something red on the ground caught my attention. blood. my shaky hand reaches for my nose and retreats covered in blood. tears began falling down my face. i hadn't had an episode like this in a long time....I was scared.

"Y/N! Y/N! are you ok?" shoto's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. I tried to speak but all the came out was a choked whimper. Shoto looked to be panicking "Im gonna go get Fuyumi to call your Parents maybe they can help" he turns to run in the house 

"NO!" i scream grabbing his arm. i gasp as my head is filled with memories and feelings that aren't my own. Visions of the training room and endeavor flashed across my mind. i felt pain, sadness, and anger. Visions of shoto's mom flashed across my mind starting out happy. i felt comforted and safe. but, the images changed to her crying face looming over mine.   Waves of fear coursed through my body. Her eyes were crazy and she was shouting about how she couldn't stand it anymore.   i felt her hand holding my face still as she poured a ketal of boiling hot water over my face. i felt the sting of my skin being melted and the blister form on my face. Then everything stopped.  Shoto was gasping on the ground in front of me tears rolling down his face. My ears had stopped ringing and my breath had evened out. i could still feel the warm thickness of blood coming from my nose, tears sting my eyes as i realize what i had just done.

"Shoto." my voice comes out broken and pleading "im sorry. i-i- i didnt mean to do it" treas fall from my eyes. i fall back on my butt. He turns his head to me and i couldn't tell if he was mad or scared. i gasped a few times trying to get air into my lungs before i began to sob some more "Im sorry. im so sorry i didnt mean it! Please dont be mad at me!" i sob and bury my head in my hands. My cries wrecked my body, my lungs begged for air as i repeated broken apologies. 

"shhh, its ok. it wasn't your fault." Shoto coos pulling me into a hug. We stayed like that until i was calm enough to breath properly.

"come on lets get your nose cleaned up." he says helping me off the ground and to the nearest bathroom. i look at my reflection and see my mouth and chin were covered in blood as was my shirt. shoto sits me down on the toilet and turned on the hot water. i swallow a lump of spit that was stuck in my throat and wipe my eyes off. 

"Shoto?" My throat is raw from crying

"hmh" he acknowledges while looking through the cabinet.  he put a washcloth in the sink 

"Did your mom really give you that scare?" i ask looking at the floor instantly regreting the question.

i heard his breath hitch and his rummaging stop "yeah... how did you know?"

"when i grabbed your arm.... i guess i pulled up some of your memories. did you not see them?" i look at him

"No, i saw your memories."

"oh..." i look back at the ground. the water stops and i hear shoto wring out the rag. "let me see your face." he says kneeling down so he was level with me. I turn my face to him and he wipes the clotting blood off my face.

"what did you see?" i ask clearing my throat  

"i saw all the times your mom forced you to train till you passed out...I felt you exhaustion, pain, anger i also saw the beating you would get after you messed up."

"seems like we are two of a kind." i chuckle

"i guess." he laughs  throwing the washcloth in the dirty clothes hamper "has this ever happened before?" he asks standing up