conversion therapy🌷

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(tw: mental/emotional abuse, physical abuse, homophobia)
(no quirk au)

dabi pov

i slid down the wall and held myself, to make sure i didn't shake too much.

god i hate him

him being my father

"hush, brat."

"you're practically useless. no...you are useless"

"you can't be sad, you have to keep your grades up."

"touya, you cant be the centre of attention all the time."

"stop crying, you have no reason to cry."

god if it weren't for my little brothers' safety id run away. i need to make sure they stay safe

a knock came on my door and i heard my fathers voice follow

"touya, i need to talk to you." he said, his voice soft but dark.

"yes sir." i stood up and opened my door.

my dad grabbed my face by jaw and glared.

"ive decided im gonna have someone gonna fix you. you and that...problem will be no more." my father said

the "problem" being i like boys.

i nodded but didn't look him in the eyes.

"you know i love you right? you're my son." fathet asked. i just nodded and started to bite my lip.

"how are we going to f-...fix it?" i asked

"i know someone who knows a good conversion camp. we'll send you there for 5 months." dad said. i nodded again and looked at my feet.

tomura pov

master pushed me against the wall and glared down at me.

"you're disgusting, you fucking disgrace." he snapped

i nodded and looked at him

"good. you need to be fixed. i'll get you fixed."

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conversion camp

that's a word master has thrown around for a few days.

he wouldn't, would he?

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he did.

i'm going tomorrow and staying for 5 months.

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dabi pov

i set my stuff down in my cabin and looked around. for a disgusting organisation, this is a nice cabin.

i had a roommate but he wasn't here yet. god i hate it here. i decided to lay on my bed for a while, but i soon heard my door click open.

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