Tsu's POV
I sit on my bed, looking at my clock in misery. Yesterday, my father came in and boarded up the window after he found the hole I made in the curtain. Then, he took out his belt and... you know. My room is so dark I can barely see the hands on the clock turn to 12pm in the afternoon, and I know Ochako must be at school right now. Is she thinking of me? No, why would she...
I sigh softly, then get up and fumble under the mattress for my matches. If my father found them, he'd throw them out, but he doesn't blow out the candles when they're already lit. It's all so confusing.
Up here in the attic, there's a lot of boxes, dust, and spiders. My bed, dresser, and low table are all squished in one side of the room, along with candles littering most surfaces, as well as thick, yellow-paged books. My dresser has the most candles and the table the most books, but each has at least 2 of the minority.
The other attic space I don't go much into, because it's a maze of boxes and spiderwebs. Once, when I was 6, I went 'exploring' when my father had just left. I moved a few heavy boxes around, and stepped into a dark corner. Then, I felt a horrible crawling sensation on my leg, and looked down. In the dark, I saw the figure of a huge black spider making its way up my leg. Panicking, I made the mistake of trying to shake it off, and kicked over a box filled with candles. At least the spider came off and my father didn't hear, but a heavy candle landed on my toe, and it was bruised for a long time.
That was how I discovered the many boxes of candles that filled the attic. They were beautiful, some carved, some with lovely colors. I also found a bunch of matches. A few months passed, and I used up a few boxes of candles, but in one of the boxes I found a little card. It was an old business card with my mother's name on it, and a logo: Candlestick Carvings.
Turns out my mother had started a business making candles, but I never found out what became of it. I didn't need to. My only concern was running out of candles and matches.
Suddenly, I'm jerked out of my memories and into my room in the attic. Footsteps thudded heavily below, and I knew he was coming up. I abandon my attempt at lighting a match, crawl into bed, and pretend to be asleep.
Wham! The attic hatch opens noisily, but closes a minute later. He must be gone! I open my eyes in relief, only to see him standing above my bed in victory. "Trying to pull one over me huh, you little runt? I think it's time you start behaving yourself." He pulls out his belt and smiles widely. Fear courses through my heart, and my feet are telling me to run, but there's nowhere to go. If I moved, he could grab me. My legs are restricted by the sheets, and my arms are weak against his blows. There's nowhere to run...
Ochako's POV
Today. Today I'll send Tsu a note. I know I can't put up with this any longer. I've been coughing way too much to pass it off as a cold anymore, so my mom let me stay home. I drag myself off the ground of the bathroom, and into the shower, where I watch the water wash away the bloodstains.
It looks like punch as it flows down the drain, but smells like iron and flowers. I get out, and dry off. I put on a mask and partially fill it with tissues so I don't stain the paper, and start writing a note in big, legible letters.
Dear Tsu,
I love you.
No, that's too forward.
Dear Tsu,
I think tha
Ugh, I can't think of anything... Wait, maybe...
Dear Tsu,
I hope you're doing okay. I want to meet with you in person, not from faraway any more. Will you please come visit me in my house? Or would you rather I visit you?
Sincerely,
Ochako Uraraka
PS: If the answer is yes, come over sometime this week. If the answer is no, don't come, and I'll visit you.
I smile in satisfaction. This isn't too bad, I guess. I get my mom to go put it in their mailbox, and wait for an answer. This is going to be a long week.
Tsu's POV
Next Day
I hear the door opening downstairs. My dad is collecting the mail, like usual. I know this because in the morning the mailperson comes and drops off mail, and a few hours later I hear the same squeal of the mailbox opening, along with the door opening. But this time, I can hear his footsteps coming up here again. I touch the new bruises gingerly. I hope he's not here to hit me again...
"Brat, explain why someone sent you mail!" I sneak a glance up at my father, who's smouldering in rage. "How would someone know your name, much less the nickname your mother used to-" He stops short, then starts up again. "She says she's either going to wait for you to visit, or she'll come here herself huh..." I stare at my hands. Ochako, why did you do this?? I'm going to be hit so bad... But at the same time, something in me is just a little bit happy. Ochako didn't forget me!
"W-what are you going to do?" I ask timidly. I'm walking on thin ice. One word wrong and I fall into the freezing water. "She can't come over here." He says roughly, with venomous undertones. "Listen here, you little demon spawn. I'll allow you to go over there. 15 minutes is all you get, and one word about me will make you wish you were never born. Got it?"
I would be thinking I already wish I wasn't born if it wasn't for my heart jumping in joy. Outside!
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Abused Tsu x Ochako ~Hanahaki Quirkless AU~
FanfictionOchako falls in love with the girl in the window of the house next to hers, and develops Hanahaki disease (look it up) for her. However, she doesn't know that Tsu, the girl, is being abused by her parents.
