The strange random men his mother introduced to him, slept with and then left began to blur together. At least once a week a new man slanders into his life for less than five days (five days being the most). Most of them give him no thought, he was like a ghost in his own house, little to none being nice and acknowledging his existing, and then there are the few verbally and/or physically abusive, to him, never his mother. She doesn't have a 'villainous' quirk.
When he broke down, she took a swing at the bottle.
"I don't want you to bring home your boyfriends anymore," Shinsou voiced his opinion after years.
"Whys that?" His mother queried, taking a sip of her wine. She seemed oblivious to the abuse going on in her own house, too locked out of her mind all the time to see the growing fear of adults her son has developed, after facing years of the same old song and dance, a verbatim.
"They're mean." It sounded like a whine, more so than a complaint.
"They're nice to me."
"Just you. they always hate me."
"What about Akane? You liked him." Shinsou winced as he recalled Akane.
"He broke my nose." It bled a lot, Shinsou wanted to go to the hospital because he thought he would die of blood loss, his mother was out, Akane wouldn't let him, and Shinsou just cried himself to sleep that night, contemplating running away.
She didn't say anything else. just finished her drink and slept on the couch.
Is this what she considers a healthy childhood? Shinsou was sure he would never trust another adult again. All they have done was lie, cheat and hurt him, hurt each other, hurt themselves. Shinsou decided he wasn't going to be an adult, he doesn't was to hurt.
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Five things my mother taught me
Fanfictionand the one important thing aizawa did. Or: Shinsou's mother taught him a lot, but not what he needed to know. Aizawa taught him that not all adults are dangerous. Trigger warning: Alcoholism and neglect
