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Bakugo's POV:
Like many other times, me and Shoto are sitting at a table in the cafeteria. Though we don't actually eat anything while we're here. We just sit and talk to each other, I suppose. Nothing much.
We've been here a month and a half or so, I lost count of the days, but somewhere near that. Anyways, I made another deal the other day with that crack head who loves buns. He got his hands on 'something sharper', he said. So Shoto and I are thrilled about that.
A couple more intimate times with Shoto here and there, but nothing beyond kisses. We admitted that we're too self conscious of our own bodies for anything like sex, plus we're a little too young in my opinion. So we stay away from that.
"This place reminds me of middle school," Shoto began. "The questionable food, tiring time table, running from A to B constantly and annoying people. Except you. You're not annoying at all."
"I see where you're coming from, but this place is worse." I add, Shoto nods and scratches his arm.
I take out my time table and remind myself that I have a free hour after lunch. I wonder what Shoto has. A free hour too, hopefully? That homophobic guy will probably 'talk' to me again.. Damnit..
"Oh. You have a free hour too, then?" Shoto asks while pointing at the box on my time table labeled "FREE HOUR".
Oh thank god, he has a free hour too. "Yeah. What do you wanna do?" I reply. He frowns and shrugs his shoulders lazily, I guess we'll be bored for an hour.
"Whatever, we better think of something then."
We get up and leave.
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"Katsukiiii~ I'm bored! Entertain me!" Shoto whines and sits on my lap. "No- Get off! You're heavy!!" I yell and try to fight away a smile, I fail of course.
I keep trying to push him off, but the lack of food in my body eats away at my energy so I have the strength of a baby. Jeez, ain't I pathetic. I'm a fucking twig.
"Ok, ok. Fine! What do you want me to do!" I say and stop struggling and surrender. Shoto giggles and pushes my bangs back and gives my forehead a kiss.
"Oh my god you sap-" I say and burst out laughing.
Before we can continue, we hear 3 taps on the door. We look at where the noise came from and stare at it for a second or two. Soon enouh we hear a small voice from the other side. "Hello," it said.
"Who is it?" Shoto asks and gets off my lap to stand on his feet as he stares at the door. It swings open to reveal the happy nurse, with a big smile on her face like always.
"I have good news!" She exclaims and hurries us out of the room.
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"We're WHAT?!" I yell.
Endeavor, my mum, father and Aizawa nods their heads at us. Endeavor doesn't look quite pleased, my father too. Aizawa looks tired as usual.
"Pack your things, Shoto. We have a lot to discuss once we get home." Endeavor says coldly, accompanied with a glare. I can hear Shoto audibly gulp and see him tremble slightly from the corner of my eye.
"You too, Katsuki. Your mother is going to work but... she'll be back tomorrow..." My father says and looks away as he smirks at the last words.
Ah, well fuck.
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The 6 of us are standing at the entrance of the mental hospital, after over a month of being here, we can finally leave.
But why don't I want to?
"Come on, Katsuki. Get in the car!" My mum shouts, but she's smiling. Maybe she's happy to have me back? What— no. Of course she's not. Don't be silly.
"C-can I talk to Shoto before we go?" I ask, stuttering as I turn to Shoto who has his head down. He looks so....frightened...
"Sure. Make it quick." Endeavor demands and walks over to his car and opens the door.
"The car's just there." My mum says and points at our car then waves goodbye.
.....
We stand in silence for a moment, before I hear Shoto's quiet, scared voice.
"I don't... want to go back..."
I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder. "Neither do I, but we're out of there. Alright?"
He nods and opens his mouth and closes it repeatedly, like he wants to say something but can't get it out. He shuts his eyes harshly and forces the words out.
"When is it going to be over?!" He whisper shouts and looks at me with teary eyes. I think for a second and walk closer to cup his face wih my hands.
"Soon, my love. Soon."
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"Alright, I'm leaving now!"
My mum slams the door behind her and I can hear the car's engine start and she drives off. "No... come back..." I whisper under my breath.
I feel a cold hand placed on my shoulder, I shiver and tremble at the feelings and memories all coming flooding back after I had locked them away for so long.
I sigh. "Just do what you want," I say turning to face my father who has a evil smirk plastered onto his face.
"Get me a bottle of vodka, first. Then we can get to work."
I nod, barely noticably then walk to the kitchen to his secret alcohol cabinet that he keeps hidden from Mum. I inspect some of the bottles and find the drink he asked for, vodka.
I walk over and hand him the bottle slowly, to which he yanks out of my hand and inspects it.
"How should I open it— ah."
CRASH
He smashed the top of the bottle against my head and drinks the alcohol. I yelp in pain and fall to the floor, holding and gripping at my hair.
He finishes the drink with an exhale after and turns to me.
"So much hassle over you. A pathetic, weak little mistake." He growls and spits at me. I hesitantly get off the ground and stand in front of him with my head bowed low. Pathetic.
"Hold this bottle for me, would you?" He asks. I give him a confused look and hold out my hand to take the bottle.
He raises his arm up and smashes the bottle against my bare hand, it shatters into a million pieces and blood makes its way up and out of my hand.
I stare at my hand, shocked, as the blood seethes through and drips to the floor. I'll have to clean this up, that is if I survive this.
He raises both arms this time and pushes me to the floor harshly.
"AGH—" I yelp, but before I can say more he mercilessly kicks my stomach. I would've thrown up, but there's no food in my body to throw up. So instead, blood comes out.
"AH— STOP PLEASE!"
THUMP
"STUPID—"
THUMP
"DUMB—"
THUMP
"PATHETIC—"
THUMP
"BRAT!"
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Kicks to the stomach..
The face..
The back...
The legs....
Everywhere.....
I stand, slouching, in front of my mirror as I examine my black and blue body. Bruises, blood stains and red marks and scratches are scattered across my skinny and bony body. I scan my figure for a while, lifting up my shirt to see more bruises, hesitantly poking them and tracing my visible ribcage under my skin.
I start feeling nauseous, the whole room starts spinning. I'm probably about to pass out.
I was right.
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Meanwhile with Todoroki . . .
Third Person POV:
Todoroki, he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve any of it.
Yet here he was, lying on the ground, gasping for air with blood stained clothes. Once he and his Father, Endeavor, had got home, Endeavor did exactly what Todoroki knew he would do. Beat the living crap out of him.
The half and half boy found it hard to breathe, to get air, his whole body had gone numb and he couldn't seem to control his emotions or body. He tried moving away, clawing at the blood stained wooden flooring, but his father just dragged him back and delivered a painful punch worse than the last. It never seemed to end.
If he had the chance to, Todoroki would end his life right then and there. Forget about his promise to Bakugo to stay, forget his classmates, his sister, his brother, everything. He didn't care.
He tried screaming, he cried and all his sister Fuyumi did was listen from another room, never once had she tried to stop her frightening father in the middle of his rage. Endeavor never laid a finger on Fuyumi, or Natsuo (his brother), it had always been Todoroki who he favourited as his punching bag. Todoroki just wanted to know why.
"S....st....p..." he mumbled breathlessly.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to talk. He couldn't breathe.
In just 3 seconds, Endeavor lifted him off the floor by his hair and threw him to the other side of the dreadful training room. Todoroki would've screamed, but he'd gone numb. Plus, there was no air in his lungs to do so.
He was trembling, sweating and cold. So very cold. Was he having a panic attack? He didn't know. He hadn't experienced one before. He didn't know much about panic attacks, but he hoped he'd die from this one. If it's possible or not, he couldn't care less.
After hours and hours, his father stopped the yelling, the punching, kicking, throwing, all that. He looked down at his almost lifeless looking son; you could tell he was alive because of his slight trembling. Todoroki was pale as paper and he looked slightly mishapen, his father noticed. Endeavor only stopped and left because it looked like Todoroki was on the verge of death. Todoroki sure felt like he was— actually, he already felt dead.
Everywhere.