6- He's the best

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I lay in bed, my face squished against the pillow, resting on my stomach.

New message from 'Old Hag'
[Hey brat, you haven't texted in awhile. Did something happen?]

I feel guilt settle in my stomach as I leave her on read, continuing to scroll through Instagram as I have been for hours.

New message from 'Old Hag'
[I'm making your favourite for lunch, be here in an hour]

A slight smile creeps across my face. I've always hated relying on my mum, I like to do things myself. Makes me feel independent. I know I can do it and I know I can take care of myself. I don't like to need anyone.

It's always been like that. That's why I get mad at people when they try to do things for me. At least let me try. I have to do it myself.

Sent at 11:45am
[I'll be there in 15]

Dragging myself out of bed I walk over to my cupboard door mirror. My lidded eyes are complemented by my red eye bags and I look like I've been crying. Trying to open my eyes to rest in their normal, half open position they only droop back down so I can barley see.

Comon...I got plenty of sleep last night.

I take myself to the bathroom, splashing water over my eyes and washing down my oily face.

I forgot to shower last night.

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Standing at the door, I knock twice and wait patiently as I hear footsteps coming closer.

"Hey brat, get inside," she orders and I walk into my old home.

How nostalgic

"Hey," I state, sitting down at the table. A spicy sushi bowl lays in front of me and I almost smile at the sight.

"So Katsuki, hows hero training been going? I got a call from your teacher yesterday saying you've missed a few lessons..." dad asks, worry beaming through his voice as he pushes up his glasses.

I take my chopsticks and start eating my sushi in silence.

"..just a bit stressed," I mumble, avoiding eye contact and staring to my food.

"How come?" He questions.

"Katsuki what's going on with you?" Old Hag blurts out coming to join us at the table. I sit across from my dad and next to my mum.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" I almost yell, slightly rising out of my seat before sitting back down, clenching my nails into my thighs.

I hear old hag sigh.

"Fine then. How are your friends?" She asks and tears start to form in my eyes.

"...fine," I almost squeak, a clear amount of pain running through my voice as I speak, sounding like I'm in the middle of crying.

Silence fills the room and I feel my hands start to shake. Tears starting to run down my face. I go to wipe them away but I've dug my nails too hard into my skin that my thigh starts to bleed.

Attempting to cover it with my hands it's no use and I choke on my tears as it stings, staring angrily at the small amount of blood.

"Katsuki..." old hag says in a pity full manner, pulling me out of my seat and into a hug. I sob into her shoulder and hug her tight my hands still shaking and my thighs still bleeding.

"Please tell me, you know you can tell me..right?"

I only grab on tighter and sob harder into her shirt, her arms tight around me, holding me close.

I look so weak.

But right now I don't care.

I start to calm down, running out of tears. Starting to sniff, my dad hands me a tissue to blow my nose.

We both sit back down at the table, all eyes fixated on me.

"Katsuki we just want to help," dad starts, "Are you hurt?"

I shake my head, continuing to stare down at my food.

"Is it your friends?" He questions, trying to get an answer out of me. But I don't know how to put it. Do I just blankly state what's happened?

"Eijiro" I mumble, still starring at my food.

"Did he do something wrong? Did you get in a fight?" Old Hag pesters.

"He's in the hospital," I state, choking on my words as I wipe tears from my face.

"Oh gosh...is he ok?"

I shake my head slightly to the left then to the right.

"They don't know."

"...he must mean a lot to you, for you to act like this," Old Hag comments.

"...yeah, he's the best."
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Hope you enjoyed <3
😭😭 my eyes sting from writing this idk

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