I am king (BakuTodo)

Bloody

Todoroki's POV:

I sat silently in my childhood home. We were on vacation, Katsuki was at his parents house and I decided to go to mine. 

I contemplated just staying at the dorms, but I had an idea. 

"Shoto! Dinner's ready if you're hungry!" Called out my sister Fuyumi. Ever since the news of what had happened to some of my classmates spread to the national media, my siblings were on edge about everything and always checked on me to make sure that I was ok. But I was fine.  Of course I was fine.

"SHOTO!" Now I am not fine.

"Yes father? How may I help you?" 

"...What's going on?" What?

"What do you mean?"

"You're acting different." 

He tortures me for days on end and has the audacity to question my behavior?

"Ok. What's the issue?"

"ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME BOY?"

"So what if I am?"

Fuyumi rushes out of the kitchen after hearing our father yell. 

"What's going on?!" 

"Your brother is being incredibly disrespectful!" 

"And your father is being a dick." 

The room goes silent, you could hear a pin drop. But in reality what you hear is the sound of my father slapping me across the face. My sister gasps in horror and rushes to my side as I collapse to the ground. 

"That'll teach you to not talk back to me." He says, and leaves the room. 

I feel myself being pulled into my sister's embrace. It feels nice. Comforting. It reminds me of my mom. Safe. 

I fall asleep in her arms, peacefully. 

When I wake up, I'm in my room. But it looks different. The walls are covered with blood. So is the floor. I don't freak out, blood doesn't scare me. 

I stand up, my socks being stained as I walk out of my room. I don't hear anything, there is no blood past the door frame of my room. I keep walking down the stairs and see my family sitting at the table, unmoving. 

They have hollowed out eyes, and no facial expressions. I see plates of food in front of them, but they're untouched. Instead of a knife and a fork, they only have large steak knives on the side of their plate. I tap my sister on the shoulder. 

Her head whips around, a small grin displayed on her face. I watch in horror as it grows wider until it's unnaturally large for just a smile. I want to run but she grabs my wrist. Her other hand holds the knife I saw earlier. I punch her with my free hand and grab the knife. By this point the rest of my family is staring at me with the same horrifying grins. Knives in hand. 

I start running. I don't know where I went but I found myself in my room once more. I hear banging on the door. I don't open it. I rush into my closet and close the door. My bedroom door is slammed open and I cover my mouth the prevent a whimper from coming out. 

I don't know why I'm scared. I'm a murderer, I shouldn't be scared of my family, I know they're weak. But these emotions, they don't feel like my own. 

Something enters the room followed by two other things. I decide that being a coward isn't helpful in this situation. I leave the closet and slice my sister's neck. She falls to the ground. I do the same with my brother. But before I can do the same for my father he leaves the room. I watch the blood pool out of they necks, but also their eyes. Weird. 

Suddenly I feel very weak, weak enough that I fall backwards. The back of my shirt is now drenched in blood. I feel my eyelids getting heavy, and soon enough, I'm asleep.