Loveless

26: Dҽҽρҽɾ Tԋαɳ Wҽ Kɳσɯ

Katsuki walked into the kitchen and went into the fridge. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and 2 sodas. He then went into the pantry grabbing everyone's requested snacks.

Tomorrow was the talent show and his band was up late fine-tuning everything. As he went to leave he overheard talking. He slightly turned in that direction listening in.

"Izu? Is everything ok you seem lost in thought?" Aoyama questioned his friend.

"It's just that...I've been thinking and...remembering things." Izuku said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Aoyama asked.

"Well, when I was little and would get beat by my parents...I learned a trick. Whenever I start to get beaten...I make myself blackout. I didn't want to...remember what all happened.

I didn't want to start...hating anyone. As the years went by it just...became my natural reaction to being beaten. Until that day...the last time Kacchan hurt me...physically, I remember everything up until I passed out.

When I had that breakdown during my fight with Sho...I started to remember how me and Kacchan were before...and after everything changed. Ever since that day...everything I forgot during my blackouts...slowly started coming back.

Before he started to...hit me he'd just watch as the other kids hurt me. Then once we were alone he'd help me...and clean up my wounds. The whole time he'd just...cry and say he was sorry over and over again.

He'd do that even after...he'd be the one to hurt me. He'd come back alone and...the same thing, he'd cry and say sorry. But that day...he never came back...and he never said sorry...and I think it's my fault." Izuku said with his head low.

"Wait what do you mean your fault?" Aoyama said confused.

"Every other time I could see it in his eyes...all the regret and guilt. It was obvious he never truly wanted to hurt me. Yeah, he'd hit me and kick me and push me around but he always held back...he was putting on a show.

The injuries he gave me were never severe, to be honest...he barely left a mark on me. The injuries he saw were the ones my dad and mom left...and the pain I felt was from the pressure he would put on them.

I could tell he thought he was the one who gave them to me...every time he messed with me his hits would just get weaker and weaker. It got to the point where he just resorted to...verbally hurting me." Izuku trailed off.

"But what happened with the injury on your torso? That was the last injury he gave you right?" Aoyama asked.

Izuku lightly touched his side, "Yeah...that day was different from all the other times he'd hit me. Instead of regret or guilt...his eyes were filled with pain and anger. I think he heard what I said.

These two boys who followed him everywhere cornered me...they thought I liked Kacchan...they were so angry about it. I said that Kacchan was...an awful and disgusting person.

I told them that I hated him...I said that someone like him...doesn't deserve love. And then I said I would rather...die than be with him."

Izuku started to tear up and Aoyama quickly pulled him into a hug, "But I don't understand, I thought you loved him."

Izuku was quiet for a second, "I tried to protect him...and it backfired. I thought if they knew how I really felt...they'd turn on him too. I thought they'd find out...about him faking everything. I didn't want everything he did...to go to waste.

You know how hard it is to get into UA. The only two ways to even be allowed to take the entrance exam is by a pro saying that you're worthy or having a lot of civilian praise. I knew that I had no chance of getting in...and I couldn't drag him down with me."