Sorting It Out

returning home

Time Skip brought to you by Tamaki's and Izuku's brother like relationship.

The next section may be triggering so please be careful while reading. Feel free to skip if you want.

Before I knew it I was at the door steps of my home once again. Pulling out my keys from my pocket and sliding it into the key socket, I twist the key hearing the click of my door opening up. I push the old wooden door open. Once I shut the door behind me I am met with a beer bottle to the head.

I put my hands up to my head on instincts. I wince as my hand makes contact with a large yet small cut that is across my head. Small glass shards sticking out from the wound. It hurts alot. Though soon enough it became numb. I was thrown to the floor and kicked repeatedly in multiple places. This goes on for about half an hour before he switches to punches.

He punches me for another half an hour, until his knuckles turn red and coating my blood. I can feel multiple if not all my old/recent wounds reopened s blood trickles down my body and face from different places.

He soon stands up and walks into the kitchen. I muster enough energy to turn my head. He grabs a pan off the stove and turns the heat off. He walks back over to me and turns me onto my stomach and rip my t-shirt and jacket off. Then he places the boiling hot frying pan on my back. This also goes on for a while.

He switches to knives, whips and back to his hands. My ears start ringing and I can feel my own heartbeat in my ears. My dad yells something though it only comes out as mumbles through my ears. Soon though a couple of other people came up to my father.

Oh No.

My dad walks away and the other three men around his age pick up where he left off. And just as bad. Though they soon leave and I can hear my father yell something to me and slam the front door shut.

I can't move. Everything hurts too much. Even the slightest movement makes me whimper in pain. I look over at the clock and notice the the beating went on for 5 hours. It felt like so much longer.

I pick myself up as much as I can but before I can get my legs underneath me I feel a kick in my stomach. The three men from before are standing next to me with wicked smiles covering their faces. They start the beating up again. I'm pretty sure my father told them to leave.

I don't how long it lasts but by the end i am knocked unconscious and unable to move a single muscle.

Triggering stuff ends here for now.

I woke up to the sun shining through the windows and my dad passed out on the couch. Again. The reek of alcohol on the air.

I grab my phone with as much power as I can without waking my dad up with my silent sobs.

I see multiple texts and missed calls from Tamaki. All of them are of him being worried. Like an older brother that I never had. There are a couple from Todoroki, asking how I am doing at home. I squint at the other messages. My vision is blurry but i can make out the fact that it's a group chat. I use what little strength I have to reply to all the messages.

Todoroki Shoto

Saturday 10:16pm

T: Hi Izuku, how are you back at your house?

T: Izuku are you there?

T: Izuku, Tamamki is saying that you have not been responding to his messages either. Is everything alright?

Sunday 12:55pm

M: Hey Todoroki, sorry for the late response. My phone died and

I forgot to charge it. Whoops. I'm doing okay. But i wish i was at the dorms