Get Used To The Real World - Kiribaku Mpreg

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Your father-... Your fucking dad sexually assulted me, Eijirou-!"

"He's an absolute asshole, yeah, I know! He beat me and my mom till I was twelve years old, I think I know how much of an asshole he is!"

Katsuki sighed and moved so he was sitting next to Eijirou on the bed. "Okay, calm down. Well, don't- It's not fair that he did that to you. It's more than not fair. It's horrible and mortifying... But I need you to calm down so we can talk about this. About what we're going to do."

Eijirou looked down at his lap. He sniffled. "It really is in my blood, isn't it?"

"What..?"

"A while ago, back in highschool when we lived in the dorms, you told me it was in my blood to hit you. To hit my spouse. I haven't hurt you but... I've raped you, Katsuki.. And now he has too. Meaning.. It does run in the family.. To hurt you.... I really don't want him near you. He's a bastard, but he's a smart bastard. I don't know if he knew who you were."

"I told him I was Ground Zero."

"I meant you being his son in-law. Being my husband..." he sighed.

"Oh," Katsuki said, laying down next to him to be more comfortable.

"We'll talk about it later, for now.. Just cuddle up next to me. Relax, you've been through a lot."

Katsuki begrudgingly, though also very happily, cuddled up to the other, wrapping his arms around his waist and breathing in the scent of his shampoo. He sighed and pecked at his neck, being weary of still healing bruises there. He tucked his hand through the back of Eijirou's hospital gown and ran his hand up and down his bare chest, his arm squished under Eijirou's back. Realization struck him. Eijirou's chest wasn't wrapped in bandages. It was bare under the gown besides a few taped on gauze patches.

That meant- "You're healing..." Katsuki whispered against his neck, "You're getting better..."

"Only for you, Lemon Bear... Only for you," he hummed, kissing his head.

Katsuki shot up a glare and Eijirou put up his hands in surrender, chuckling. "And the kids! For you and the kids."

"And yourself, butthead!!" Katsuki couldn't hold in laughter himself, tucking his head into the crook of his husband's neck to let it out. Eijirou's face held a wide smile and his hugged Katsuki around his waist, keeping him from falling off the bed from how hard Katsuki's laughter was shaking his body.

His laughs were slowly calming down. Going from howling to giggling then chuckling and now the occasion snort as he remembered that he had been laughing for absolutely no reason. Soon he went back to giving lazy soft neck kisses. Eijirou smiled down at his husband, in awe of him.

A snort and a gross low chuckle was heard from the doorway, plaguing the once peaceful room with a sense of unease. "Kids toys? Really, I thought it'd been longer since I left you and your mom, Eijirou," the man said from the doorway. Oh who am I kidding, everyone knew who it was just by the atmospherical stench he created.

Isao fucking Kirishima.

Eijirou looked up. He was scared of the man. He always had been and sometime in middle school, he started to know he always would be. He gulped down that fear. At the moment he was defenseless because of his injuries. But he knew he was strong inside. Stronger than he had been when he left.

He grit his teeth. "The toys aren't mine."

Isao didn't seem to notice Katsuki as he walked over to the bed, sitting in one of the plastic chairs next to it. Katsuki was luckily on the other side of the bed, tucked safely behind his husband. Isao sighed and smirked, patting Eijirou's shoulder. "So who are the toys for, son?"