My Hero | Version 1 | TodoDeku

Chapter 20 | Rude Awakening

~~~ Last Chapter ~~~

"Don't l-leave me. Promise me ... p-please." Sho pleaded, his eyes holding sadness and regret in them, his tears blurring those two together. I felt a pang in my heart, like a knife twisting your wound open. "I'll never leave you." I spoke, making him a promise that'll last for forever. "Promise?" Sho whispered, looking up at me with lifeless eyes. My heart cracked in two, my hand appearing on his chin. I tilted his head downward, our lips centimeters apart.  

"I promise. For forever and always."

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Shoto's POV

Screaming, loud, tearful screaming, the loud music pouring into my ears. I can tell it's Izu's screams, and I can tell he's moving farther away from me. I want to move, but I can't. I don't just want to move, I need to move; Cause the person that's holding me is my father. And I dunno where he's taking me, to be honest I don't wanna know where he's carrying me. Cause wherever I'm going, he'll be there too.

~~~ Time Skip ~~~

"Oi, wake up." Pain erupted in my cheek, causing me to wake up, in pain. My eyes opened to be greeted with a bright ass light, my eyes squinting. I blinked and blinked, allowing my vision to return to my body. I immediately recognized my surroundings, which sent a chill down my spine. I'm in my bedroom, laying on my futon; And right next to me is my father, glaring at me from above. I returned the glare, rubbing my stinging cheek.

"Don't give me that look you son of a bitch." Father grumbled, throwing a red suit in my face. The suit fell on my lap, warming my chilly thighs. "Meet me in the common room once you're done." Father spoke, exiting my room with the same expression.

I looked down at the red fabric, feeling the high quality suit with my bandaged hands. I can feel the scratchy texture through my bandages, which says a lot about this trash. I tossed the suit where it belonged, the trash. I stretched my lanky limbs once the suit is out of sight, satisfying pops appearing here and there. The pops brought along pain tho, seeing as he went extreme on the punishment.

I groaned from the pain, standing up from my shitty bed. My eyes drifted across my room, finding a fuck ton of presents decorating every millimeter of my room. My 'suicide' was public for a day and my rooms bursting with presents and shit. How?

I shook my head from the confusion, letting those questions fall off my shoulder. I wandered over to my closet, finding my clothes in perfect shape. I grabbed a navy blue turtleneck, black skinny jeans and my blue and black combo boots. My clothes still fit, as if me starving myself for the past several years had no affect on my body. Once I was dressed I got a good look at myself in the mirror, my eyes widened at my reflextion.

My hair is terribly messy, the red side of my head is curls as can be, while the white side is stiff and poking out in random places. Bandages cover my injured body, my turtleneck covering only a small portion of my bandaged injuries. The bandages on my chest go up to my jawline, my entire chest, legs, arms and hands are completely wrapped in bandages. The skin under the bandages are horribly burned, parts of my chest and arms are burnt off; Leaving bloody, raw patches of meat. My bare feet are covered in soot, the callouses thicker than before.

I ended up scrubbing the soot off my feet, the white washcloth I used now black. I brushed my hair as well, using my quirk to basically flat iron my bedhead. Now I look decent, I guess. Let's just hope my father doesn't burn the house down when he sees me.