If I Had One Wish

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten- Tag You're It 

{Suggestive topics, if you know what they mean, you know. Tread carefully, be kind.}

He was running through a parking lot, the lights illuminating the way for him like a set on stage. He was sprinting. Scared? He supposed. Because every time he looked behind him the lights faded but whoever was chasing him wouldn't stop. He couldn't see their faces but he heard the crazed laughter.

"Tag you're it!" Children laughed, playing such a childish game. Kids on a playground. Their voices and light laughter muddled in his brain, not matching the sight in front of him.

The sketchy parking lot, empty of cars and pitch black as the lights flickered eerily. He remembered a car being there, tinted windows being rolled down as he tried to get him in the car. But now... Now he was alone, save for the one running after him through the parking lot like it was some sick twisted game. Tears dropped like lava, he ran faster.

"Tag! You're it!"

They wouldn't stop. Grabbed him by his hair, tugging harshly and throwing him to the pavement.

"No!" He cried out, gripping the wrist in his hair and tugging himself away from the grasp. Fighting to get to his feet. The shadow, the lovely shadow that was supposed to love him.

He trusted them!

The silhouette was grinning so evilly. "No one will hear you."

Their hands trailed up his body, he punched and fought but got nowhere.

"Kacchan! Kacchan, where are you?" The voice wasn't far, it was young. It was innocent. Oh, so innocent and unaware.

The boy fought and struggled not to let the other see what was happening. He couldn't know.

The shadow disappeared, the scene along with it as a young boy pushed back a bush, green leaves blending to the colour of his eyes. The male was collapsed in the bushes, clothes disheveled and messy.

"There you are. Are you alright? You're crying." His fluffy green curls looked so soft, like his eyes, his hand going to grasp his. "It's okay. I'm here."

"They- He-" A sob, looking at his hands. He was a kid again. He was. He...

The shadow was behind the little boy, the boy trying to comfort him. They had a knife. They raised a finger to their lips, a motion to be quiet. The boy's eyes widened, hugging the little kid with green hair so he wouldn't see as he nodded. Agreeing multiple times over.

A silent promise to never tell. He'd never tell. He promised not to tell. As long as Izuku was okay. He'd never, ever, tell anyone about the woman...

The woman who hurt him.

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Katsuki woke up with a jolt, a knock at the door halting his horrible dreams. He almost thanked whoever was on the other end if he wasn't so shaken up by the dream. The nightmare. The memory.

He bit his lip, shoulders shaking as he restrained the ever awaiting panic attack.

"Kacchan, open the door."

Katsuki's eyes widened, glowing in the dark like rubies. Of all people, of course he would be given the one that would always comfort him.

So weak. Needing someone to comfort you. What are you? A baby.