Where We Began

Chapter 10

|Present Time|

Katsuki POV.

Despite what the movies and books tell you, the feeling of a gun being placed in your hand never really gets old.

Truth be told, Katsuki didn't hate it. Like raisins. (Most) people don't hate raisins. But the moment they mistake a raisin cookie for a chocolate chip cookie is the day someone gets killed.

What Katsuki hated was the feeling that flooded his body; it filled his veins as blood roared in his ears. It just felt so right. Especially when he pulled the trigger.

~Past~

Katsuki wasn't good at retaining information, a consistent trend the teachers at the daycare noticed quickly.

The blonde could always be seen at the start of the lesson paying as close attention as possible, he back straight as he stared ahead and focused on the lesson. Yet somewhere towards the ten minute mark into session he would either doze off or be left with a dazed and confused look on his face.

Nothing ever really got to him unless it was explained in a specific way. That's probably why he and Izuku Midoriya got along so well.

Izuku Midoriya was fatherless, a well known fact that was shared among the teachers as they attempted to figure out why he's father would ever leave a woman as lovely and caring as Izuku's mother, Inko.

Inko also often picked up both Katsuki and Izuku. She'd stop by, chat with the teachers or occasionally bring baked goods, then tell the boys to get ready to go home.

There was only one time any of the teachers could recall of Katsuki's parents coming to pick him up.

Inko and Izuku had gone to a small cabin in the mountainside as a vacation.

However, instead of jumping up and down and hugging his parents like Katauki did with Inko, he merely frowned and didn't say anything.

He waved goodbye to the teachers, and they watched as his mother held his hand - just a little too tightly - and walked him to the car - just a little too fast. They watched as she closed the door for him - a little too hard - and as she shot them a slight smile as she drove away - a little too forced.

But when Inko was back the next day, sharing brownies with the teachers at the daycare, no one said a word.

Not about the bruise that has mysteriously showed up on Katsuki's left cheek, not about the cut on his hand.

It's not like they went unnoticed. Every single staff member saw. That was probably the worst part.

|Present Time|

"The scars are fading." The voice startled Katsuki, making him jump.

"Don't worry. It's just me," Dabi said leaning on the wall, placing a cigarette between his lips.

You couldn't really see how much Dabi had aged. Not unless you looked closely. At first glance he still had the same appearance.

Scars that trailed all over his skin, pale eyes, pale skin, dark hair, and the same bored look on his face.

But when you looked a little closer you could see it in his eyes. Dabi's eyes were just so sad. So guilty. So tired.

"Oh, uh, yeah. They are," the blonde agreed, look back at his arms.

The scars weren't completely faded. They probably never would be - at least not in Katsuki's lifetime. The wounds were just too severe.

The scars that had been etched onto his skin, deep and painful in more ways than one.

"I'm sorry about that." Dabi spoke so softly Katsuki almost didn't hear him.

"What?" The boy turned, red eyes meeting pale blue ones.

"About the scars," Dabi said, his stone facade cracking for a moment.

The younger frowned.

Dabi was a criminal, yeah. He's killed, he hurt, but he wasn't heartless. He was just trying his best.

Katsuki nodded, looking away. Sometimes Katsuki wished for a better life. He wished for this to have never happened. He wished he and Dabi's had become friends in a different situation.

But that's not what happened and it wasn't Katsuki's place to bitch about it. Not right now.

"Those are bad for you, ya know?" Katsuki said instead.

The older man's lips pulled slightly into a small grin.

"What? No. Next you're going to be telling me that killing people is also bad."

Katsuki looked at him. "I'm crazy, not stupid," the blonde said with a smile and Dabi shook his head.

"Come on," Dabi gestured towards the door.

Katsuki look at the mirror once more.

Scars were engraved. A reminder. A feeling. They covered his body, in his legs and arms, on his torso, everywhere.

They weren't ever going to let him forgrt what happened. Ever.

"Yeah, let's go." Katsuki said.

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Ahhhhhhhhhh

*runs of into the distance*

I finally wrote something-
Its a little shit and probably has a lot of mistakes but hey! At least writers block can go kiss ass. Not mine preferably.

Im so sorry it took so long yet its still short but honestly? At least i made another chapter.
Finally in the double digits am I right? Hahahahaha- okay that wasn't funny.
Alrighty, well good night :>