pandora's box [bakudeku/tododeku] [pt.1 of where's my love fic series]

hisashi

summary: after having enjoyed a happy saturday night celebrating katsuki's birthday, izuku is up early sunday morning skating. after leaving the skatepark, izuku feels like he's being followed, which lead him to discover some things about hisashi.

notes: this chapter's song: "michelle" by sir chloe. this is a bit gory (nothing too crazy), so please, please, please, if you at some point need to stop reading, please do. 

warnings: stalking, graphic violence, manipulation, child abuse, murder, death, alcohol, anxiety.

everything is silent as izuku sits on the edge of a ramp, his feet swinging over it. his skateboard is across his lap, his orange-painted nails absentmindedly scratching the black grip tape of the board. everything is silent except for the occasional chirping of the waking birds or the rumble of a car passing through the streets of musutafu. a chilly breeze ruffles some of izuku's soft curls, his forehead exposed as a yellow hair clip holds the front of his curls back.

the sun's warm rays are barely peeking out of the horizon, much of the streets still as dark as if it were midnight. the skatepark's lights glow faintly in the dark, oddly giving izuku some kind of comfort. he closes his eyes, letting out a sad sigh.

he had woken up from a nightmare again, the feeling of his skin burning making him jolt awake in his bed screaming. he hadn't been able to go back to sleep and decided to head to the skatepark, knowing that once the sun rose his dad would be dragging him out for training since he had allowed him to stay late at katsuki's house for his birthday the day before. maybe he'll go easy on me because of my injury.

the fresh morning air makes izuku feel calm, the slight coldness of the early morning somehow comforting on his skin. perhaps it was because of all those times izuku had been trained to withstand the cold.

begrudgingly, izuku stands up from the ground, picking up his board and tucking it under his arm. he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants as he begins to head out of the park. it's almost time to go to the warehouse. i wouldn't doubt it if he's there already, waiting for me.

i'm being followed. izuku knows it as soon as he feels a pair of cold eyes staring into the back of his head as he walks out of the park. keep calm. maybe i'm just imagining things.

after walking a bit further down the street, izuku glances out of the corner of his eyes, noticing a sleek, black car parked outside of the park. it reminds izuku of the cars he has seen his dad use for work sometimes but this car's model is different. there's not enough time for izuku to check if there's someone in the car as he continues walking, forcing himself not to run. that car hadn't been parked there when i first came earlier.

izuku feels a shiver go down his spine as he turns right on a corner, his hands still in his pockets. i can't show i know that i'm being followed. his dad's advice comes into his head as he continues walking down the street, the roadway empty of people or cars.

"izuku, if you think somebody is following you, make four right turns. if they're still behind you, they are following you."

after turning four different right corners, izuku is sure he's being followed. i'm not imagining this, i know i'm not. izuku furrows his eyebrows as he subtly quickens his walking pace, hearing very faint footsteps trailing behind. the quiet that early mornings bring makes izuku's ears more susceptible to picking up noises, hours spent in silence making him extra sensitive to noises.

he takes another corner, walking down an alley that isn't unfamiliar to him as he has taken it more than once after school when bullies would chase him. izuku knows that hardly anyone is ever in this alley, the only ones ever using it are ones trying to get away from something - just like he is.