Mine //~Baku x Todo

13 ~ courage

"He!?"
My father asks, looming over me.

His hands wrap around my throat again.
I want to get away, but I'm unable to move out of fear. I've never been able to understand people in movies saying they are frozen from fear, frankly- I've never believed that was a thing. But it is. It's a horrifying feeling. Everything is screaming for you to run, but you simply can't. Also in my case, it's a more meant literal sense. A thin film of ice, originating from my shoulder, spreads across my arm and leg, then melts the second endeavor comes too close.
I stare at him, wide eyed, as my vision becomes blurry again. The longer he does this, the more my head hurts and the more I feel the fear of death becoming emminant in my mind. I've never had that fear before. I always felt sort of relieved, but now I'm scared. I'm scared I'll never be able to see Bakugou's soft smile again. I won't hear him yell, or laugh or feel the warmth from his body when he clings onto me, ever so desperately as I'm about to leave to come back to....this place.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I remeber Bakugou's face. All while I begin to be able to feel my pulse in my eyeballs and my own saliva drips from my open hanging mouth.

Then, the man drops me. I cough, trying to catch my breath as I silently scream.

"Don't dare to come back until you've dealt with it"
He says as he leaves the room.

I'm on my knees, with my head on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I throw up on the floor. Him choking me with both hands, squeezing my trachea, triggered my gag reflex, which only made it harder, as I tried to breathe even a little.

I manage to get up and stumble to my room, where I grab my dufflebag with a few clothes and an extra school uniform in it. I have it hidden away under my bed for a case like this. I take off the blood and puke stained shirt and slip into the hoodie I got from Bakugou, pulling the hood over my head. As I head out of the door, I throw a glance over a black box in a corner of my closet. I know what's in it. Blades. Countless ones at that. They are what relieves my stress, what makes me feel better about everything. But right now....I don't give a shit about them.

"I want to see Katsuki"
I mutter and close the door behind me, a few seconds later, letting the huge ebony door of the house fall shut behind me.

About 10 minutes later, I unlock the door with the key Bakugou's mother gave me when I still lived with them.
I make it up the steps and unlock the apartment door. I close it behind me and lean against it, taking a deep breath in. I'm out of breath just from walking up some steps and my throat still hurts.

"I'm done"
I mutter and, with a quiet thud, rest my head against the door, looking up at the ceiling.

I hear another door close and the pattern of Bakugou's steps approaching.
"Mom? Is that you? Weren't you sup- oh."
He stops.
I look at him staring back at me, seeming a bit confused.
Before he can say another word, I let my bag fall to the floor and run towards him, throwing myself at him.
He puts his arms around me as I sling mine around his neck, only now noticing that he's shirtless.
My cheeks now covered in fresh and dry tears, I pull him into a kiss, but he pulls away almost immediately.

"Babe, why do you taste like puke?"
He asks with a frown and wipes his mouth.
He looks up from his hand and his eyes widen.

"Oh shit! Why are y- what happened to your eyes!?"
He stutters confused and picks me up, carrying me into his room.
He pushes my head back, pulling my eyelids back and staring at my eyes.

"What the fuck did he do!?"
He yells, suddenly grabbing me by my shoulders.

"N-nothing."
I say and wipe my tears away.

"Do not even try to fuck with me! Either you are high out of your mind or he choked you to the point of almost dying!"

"I'm fine Bakugou. I just wanted to-"