We All Have A Dark Side [On Hiatus]

Fire is Not to Be Played With

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⚠️ domestic abuse depicted/describes in this chapter. May be a sensitive topic to some, so please read with caution⚠️

Just as the spark is about to hit me, I swivel quickly; like a dog trying to get water out of its fur.

I guess I forgot how fast his reflexes were.

"GET HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!" My so called father screams as he stomps towards me, quirk bubbling up to activation.

My 'father's' quirk allowed him to breathe fire. What most people don't know is that it was powerful. Very powerful. He had experience and wasn't afraid to use it when I annoyed him.

I wasn't very old but I still have vivid memories of him.

He often used it on me. Fire is not something to play around with. No one knew what happened behind closed doors, other than me and Inko.

No one saw the burns.

No one saw the pain.

No one saw the fresh scoldings that I received everyday.

No one saw it.

NO ONE!

*sigh*

It's all for the best though I guess.

If someone had seen it, they'd feel sympathy for me; and I don't need their sympathy.

Though, I still can't deny that Katsuki's use of his quirk and my father's use of his quirk constantly put me on edge around heat; especially fires.

Every time I see Endeavour, I want to hit him, cause him pain, anything to get him away from me.

It sounds horrible and illogical but I also know what he does behind closed doors too.

I don't see how others don't know, or realise.
Shoto is so reclusive because of trauma.

Though, I guess it's not as easy to see when you haven't been through it yourself.

One incident in particular always sticks with me and keeps me up at night.

I was drawing a picture of a dinosaur at around midday. Or at least trying to draw a picture of a dinosaur.
But, because I was 5, my dumbass decided to draw it on the wall.

(Let us keep in mind that I was using crayons because I was a child and they're child friendly. (My mother didn't want to kill me. Not with crayons anyway.)
And crayons marks can easily be cleaned off of walls with a bit of baking soda, or sometimes even just water.)

So, my dad walks in, drunk as hell, and sees me committing such a 'heinous crime' *dramatic eye roll* and hits me over the head.
Hard
With his foot,
Knocking me down faster than you can imagine.

I felt the cuts on my neck and legs reopen as I hit the ground.

I had learnt early on that just being able to take one hit makes you weak; and will just cause more pain than necessary.

"GET HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!" He screams as he stomps towards me, quirk bubbling up to activation.

He dragged me up by my neck, strangling me in the process.