Third Person POV:
They were all surprised that Endeavor had left it with a smack. Usually it'd be way worse, but they were glad.
Fuyumi made her way to the young slightly shaking boy, a sympathetic look on her face, and embraced him in a warm hug.
"I'm gonna head off to bed...", the younger mumbled into the fabric of his sister's woolly jumper.
The tallest of the three came over to ruffle his hair, after the female lightly kissed his forehead and bid him goodnight.
Shoto lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, still trying to process just how lucky he had been.
...What- What if... I- maybe- Ugh- usually when he holds back, he's got something else in mind... he'll probably make tomorrow a nightmare...
The dual haired wielder lay in bed, not wanting to close his eyes, dreading the coming day.
~time skip~
Third Person POV:
To be frank, Shoto was absolutely correct. His father had dragged him out of bed at 7:38 am to start his hardcore training, which usually only happened when he was a) drunk or b) in a really bad mood.
He had a short break at roughly 12:45 pm to have lunch, not letting his son eat, and reentered the training room approximately fifteen minutes later to continue beating his son up. Then, he joined his other children for dinner at 7 pm, leaving the young teen, who was barely still conscious at that point, in the training room, coming back half an hour later, furious at how "weak" his masterpiece looked, passed out on the floor, tears rolling down his pale cheeks, covered in his own blood.
At this point it was genuinely a surprise that the boy was even still alive, after everything that had happened. The amount of times he had passed out during the 'training sessions' with his father, the amount of severe injuries he had gotten, the amount of times he was sure he was dying, the pain being so overwhelming.
Now, the pale boy was laying in bed, finally patched up, after it had taken his siblings almost an hour.
Natsuo and Fuyumi had left his room and headed off to bed roughly two and a half hours ago.
Meanwhile, in Shoto's head, his worst memories seemed to be replaying on loop.
...the whistling of the kettle...
...the pain...
...Touya...
...the feeling of guilt when he found out Touya had died...
...the first actually intense training session...
...the time his siblings had gotten hurt because he came home late...
...their faces...
...their faces when they found out what the 'training' actually was...
...the time that Shoto almost got sent to hospital...
...the time his father found out that he had visited his mother in hospital...
...the time he came second place in the sports festival...
...how much it had infuriated his father...
...how much worse his beating had been when he reminded his father that he was second in the hero rankings himself...
...the day his mother was taken away...
...and so much more.
The memories just wouldn't go away. In his head, Shoto was screaming, yelling for it to stop. He couldn't do it anymore. He never wanted any of this. He didn't deserve this.
...right?
Yeah, that's it for this chapter. I know, it was short, but I'm hoping to finish the next chapter within the next few hours if I can.
words: 586
date published: 19th of February, 2021 at 9:29 pm
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