*a new place of insanity*

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Bakugos Pov:

Why am i being so stupid how would he know if in lying. Even if he can he wouldn't have any proof, so a white lie cant hurt it better then what would happen if she found out i snitch. "Yea, that villain was a bit rough for being slime" i said in a calmed manner. He seemed to except my answer and turned to the scenery looking up at the moon.

Its silver steams of light how they glistened. To be completely honest i live for this, the relaxation. "Well kid, you can stay at my place then. it's dangerous out here". WHAT! WAS HE SERIOUS! "Its honestly fi-" "well lets go then, its cold out here". I couldn't even get through my sentence before he intervened. He stood up from his spot on the swing and i followed. Did he actually...care? He couldn't im worthless, only good for being used.

We walked in silence for a while about ten minutes he walked in front turning around every few minutes to properly make sure i didn't run off. The air was a bit chilli it made me silver, not like i couldn't handle it ive been throw worse. "Hey bakugou?" he said suddenly putting the key into a keyhole of a house turning to face me.

"Y-yea?" god dame i stuttered if the hag found out id be dead or worse alive. "Have you eaten at all today?" i relaxed my shoulders, relaxing my mind. How would the hag find out she always kicks me out sometimes for months at a time ill be fine. "No sir" i answered in the calmest voice i could muster. He turned the key and opened the door.

"Dinner should be ready, you look thin eat some" he said walking in, i followed. Do i really look thin? Do i look sick? How did i not notice? Why did no one point it out? Is that why my hair has been falling out? Is that why i feel dizzy all the time? Before i knew it i was broken out of my daze by the conversation between eraserhead and the voice hero present mic. I didn't know they both lived together.

"Hazashi the kid has no where to go do you know how many times i've hear yelling and crys from his house, how many times i've seen him in that park, now i see him up close. Its clear signs of neglect and abuse, not to mention he reaks of alcohol."

"Shota we cant just keep him here thats kidnapping we have to report it to cps they can take care of this. The'll bring him to a nice family and a good home"

" your not listening i was in the system its going to kill him or kill his spirit. We can raise him"

I started to tune them out after that. How did he find out? Am i really that bad at lying? I should leave, i don't wanna be intrigued on their lives. I don't wanna burden anyone anymore. Not my followers, not them, not even my mom. I started to tremble towards the door silently trying to make my escape. My gut was telling me if i don't stay something bad will happen but as if muscle memory my hand was on the handle.

"Hey you okey there bakugou?" a kind voice spoke, it was different from erasers so it was present mic. I swallowed my pride put on my mask and turned to face him. If only i could be better at lying.... "Yea i im good" i said almost embarrassed on how helpless and confused i sounded. "Dinners ready if you would like to eat some"

I haven't had a hot meal in do long, it would be nice. But she would definitely find out...i just...cant. "Its honestly fine im really not hunger" i said smiling trying to get my lie to pass. Present mic kept insisting same with eraser but i kept denying so i just sat at the table with them well they ate. After that they set me up in the guest room saying they where across the hall if i needed anything.

And now i lay here, sleepy but not tired, hungry but with no appetite. I was just thinking. Thinking and falling asleep. Falling into numbness and nightmares.

Izuku's pov:

By the time i woke up it was mid noon around 12:30ish. The blood probably clotted where i cut and as for moms...its most likely dried by now. I laid their in her bed. It was softer and more worn on one side. Her pillow still had the faint smell of her shampoo and the sheets her perfume. I carefully got up not to disturb the bed anymore then i already have, i made the bed then looked in her closet.

There were a range between white button up shirts, different hues of red and pink mom sweaters and dresses of all sorts. I buried my head in the closet smelling the memories and letting the good and bad seep through my pores to my brain, it was histartia. I looked through the closet looking at the dresses before i chose one dress. It was a slim fit light yellow and white daisy sundress. It has a shade darker ribbon in the collar and white lace at the bottom, it called to me.

I took the dress off the hanger and looked for moms short brimmed sun hat she wore whenever we had picnics or hikes. After i while of searching carefully through her things i found it along with her white flats. I went over to her vanity and saw her eyeliner and mascara she used everyday along with her bitter sweet floral perfume.

As if I dove head first into insanity I gleefully put on the dress, hat, makeup etc. with the last touch of perfume added to my masterpiece, I stepped back from the vanity and looked. The dress hung a little loose and the shoes barely fit but it worked. I kinda looked like her, that...that made me laugh. At first I giggled but soon fell to the floor laughing my ass off. Is this what you wanted god...to drive me mad? Because it worked!

"Mom i will avenge you i swear...." was the last thing i said before losing myself in the infinite loop of laughter. It was like a broken record playing in my head. Eventually after a while I composed myself just snickering walking drunkenly to the bathroom. The blade I used before was just laying there collecting dust. What a shame. I took it and sliced and sliced and sliced.

Pearls of all sizes fell from my wrist to the counter sink and floor. Some pearls made their way to the dress and shoes. Oh well. When I was satisfied I wrapped my wrist in snow white bandages and watched the blood slowly sink through. It was relaxing. I waited not a minute more feeling hungry. I didn't eat last night, i should cook like mom use too...i thought walking to the kitchen a bloody insane grieving mess. Still Holding the blood soaked knife I hummed. Hummed and cooked. dozing off as i chopped vegetables.

only when i noticed i scored my fingers with my bloodied blade i looked down to see i diced my fingers along with the celery, fish and mushrooms. It was okey tho i cleaned the blood with a rag then went to cook the noodles just to notice i have already cooked them. "Hmmm, that's odd...i don't remember cooking them. Oh well" i said to myself. I made the noodles, sat down and ate them.

I felt crazy, like a villain. I had blood lust and despair. I was about to wreak havoc on those who have hurt me, mom, and other helpless people. It's about time I killed those bastards.

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