Coffee Beans and Blood-Stained Jeans

Parents Back Home

Izuku POV:

I groan, lacing up my boots. I'm already wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a pullover hoodie, equipped with my usual accessories. Kaachan is holed up in his room, and hasn't said a word to me since he got home last night.

After the party on Friday, I spent most of yesterday in bed, sick as hell from my hangover, with Kaachan caring for me, and refusing to tell me what I did the night before, because I couldn't remember for the life of me.

That evening, he had a date with Shinso, which was kind of upsetting because he wouldn't even let me text Shinso, but he could go on a date with him? Kaachan said it was a dare, but... why would he have saved Shinso's number if he hadn't even been a little interested?

Anyway, while the date upset me--a bit more than I'd like to admit--I was happy for Kaachan. If Shinso could make him happy and treat him well, then who was I to stop eighter of them?

And Kaachan had really put a lot of thought into his outfit, so I could tell he was excited. However, instead of telling me all about it when he got home--like we'd normally do anytime we had any kind of adventure outside the house--he stormed into his room, refusing to speak to me at all, much less about the date.

So, when my mom had called me this morning and asked to come over, I jumped at the opportunity.

Anyway, I glance around the dorm, grabbing my keys and phone before heading out.

"Kaachan, I'm heading over to Mom's. Text me if you need anything," I yell into the dorm, though I don't get a response from him.

I shake my head, walking out the door and locking, before heading downstairs and out the building to my car. The small black mustang surprises some people, but I love how speedy it feels. Plus, it's an older car, so it's pretty durable, and was super cheap. I hop in, turning on the radio, and idly humming along to the music.

"Ⲣⲁⲩ ⲛⲟ ⲁⲧⲧⲉⲛⲧⲓⲟⲛ

ⲧⲟ ⲧⲏⲉ ⲙⲁⲛ ⲱⲏⲟ ⲧꞅⲓⲉⲇ ⲧⲟ ⲥⲏⲁⲛ𝓰ⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵

Ⲏⲉ'𝛓 ⲁ ⲇⲁꞅⲕ 𝓯ⲁⲙⲓ𝓵ⲓⲁꞅ 𝛓ⲧꞅⲁⲛ𝓰ⲉꞅ

Ⲃ𐌵ⲧ ⲧⲏⲁⲧ'𝛓 ⲧⲏⲉ ⲇⲁⲛ𝓰ⲉꞅ

Ⲧⲏⲉ 𝛓ⲧⲟꞅⲙ ⲓ𝛓 𝛓ⲧꞅⲟⲛ𝓰

Ⲃ𐌵ⲧ ⲓⲧ ⲱⲟⲛ'ⲧ ⲃⲉ 𝓵ⲟⲛ𝓰

Ⲁⲛⲇ ⲛⲟ ⲙⲁⲧⲧⲉꞅ ⲱⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲩⲟ𐌵 ꞅⲟⲁⲙ

Ⲧⲏⲉꞅⲉ'𝛓 ⲛⲟ ⲣ𝓵ⲁⲥⲉ 𝓵ⲓⲕⲉ ⲏⲟⲙⲉ" I sing, coming in near the end of the song.

I shiver, because while I do love the song, it has a ominous feeling, I don't love that it started with the last verse of the song. With that verse.

I shake my head, focusing on the road as my music continues to shuffle.

I drive, my mind wandering back to Kaachan. What happened on that date that made him refuse to talk to me? Will everything be alright once he's had a chance to cool down? What if he never speaks to me again?

Did he...no. There's no way.

I turn up the music, trying to stop my mind from wandering, and before I know it, I'm at Mom's house. It's nicer than the apartment we used to live in, which I suppose can be attributed to my stepdad. I notice that his car is here too, which isn't surprising. I usually try to visit when both of them have a day off.

I park my car in the driveway and hop out, locking my car behind me. I walk up the pathway, heading towards the door, and knock, not wanting to barge in.