The Insomniac's Journal (mha fanfic)

Of Course! Us is Plural!

A whip hits the skin of his thigh causing it to ache and burn. He screams but the sounds are muffled by the tape across his mouth. How the fuck is it even staying on properly? Another hit causes pain to once more go through him. The sound is sickening as he's hit again on the same spot, blood beginning to seep through his clothes.

Tears swell in his eyes and as always they refuse to fall. He screams again, this time it comes out louder, and he's meet with a sharp slap as a warning. Trying to at least get an understanding of where he is, Shota looks around only to be meet with a grayish darkness surrounding him on all sides. As if reprimanding him for trying to look for an escape his meet with another whip strike, to his back this time.

He screams again this time he was hit repeatedly with a thick belt. He tried to fight but every time it only rose more pain into him. As he reached his limit he felt his consciousness fading away and the gray darkness was replaced by a pitch black.

His peaceful rest was interrupted when he jumped up in his bed. He looked around and the first thing he realized was the fact his room was different from what it looked like in UA. In fact he wasn't even sure if he was on the school premises anymore. He tried to figure out where he was hoping he wouldn't be punished as he was before. Fear of that pain crept into him as he listened deeply for any signs of someone watching him.

He noticed he was in a Japanese themed room so obviously he was still somewhere in the country. He was sitting on a small mattress in a corner of the room. Across him was a table besides a closet. There was a blue backpack on the floor besides the desk but other than that the room was empty.

There was one thing about this room though that had Shota's skin crawling. There was blood splattered across the walls and even on the mattress he was sitting on. He looked around once more then he knew exactly where he was. He looked to the closet one more time and jumped inside locking himself in. As soon as he was inside he took a deep breath.

He was in his childhood room. The one he grew up in. The one in his parent's house. Well shit.

He listened very carefully and that's when he could finally hear it- hear them. His parents were yelling at his aunt in the next room. They were fighting again. He felt his breaths begin to shorten and his head began to spin.

He heard his door fly open and wanted to cry.

"Shota you little shit where are you!" His cousin yelled.

He stopped. his breaths were now too quiet for even an ant to hear and his heart forced itself to beat slower to lower the likelihood of quick unsteady beat to be heard.

"Shota Aizawa you better come out of whatever little crevice you're hiding in before I beat your ass twice as badly." Yokami was mad, very, very mad.

He felt his world closing in on him.

"Shota I will fuck your ass till you bleed."

That sounds exactly like something Yokami Shinmei would say. Well fuck. Aizawa disappeared off the surface of the earth, abandoned everything he had, and was homeless for 2 whole years just to end up back here? Now that's fucking cruel.

His panic rose as the slightly elder cousin walked around. And a life saving thought went through his head. He's fucking dreaming. This is probably a lucid dream or something like that so he should be able to control his environment too right.

He isn't sure it'll work but that's his best bet right now. He's only used to controlling his own body. Before he can attempt anything the doors of the closet were forced open and Yokami threw him into the wall.