Fallen Petals and Stolen Kisses (A hanahaki Story)

Family Visits

A little over a week passed, Sero never once talking to me, the bakusquad continuing to make fun of me and use me as their own personal charging station. 

But at least I'd get to see my mom. I missed her and although it sucked, seeing her meant seeing my dad. I really didn't want to, but I didn't have a choice. All of class 1A are in the common room, waiting excitedly to see their families. 

A couple hours pass and everyone but me is chatting with family. I wait and wait and wait, But nothing. A few more hours pass and I'm about to give up when they finally stride in, A few gasps come from the little siblings who came to UA to visit.

"You guys are late..." I say quietly. My father rolls his eyes.

"How about we go to your dorm Sweetheart." My mother says. I nod and we head to my dorm. "So how is training going?"

"Is that all you care about? No how are you doing Son, I haven't seen you in ages? It's been nearly a year of your broken promises!"

"You will not disrespect your mother like that!" My father says. I'm feeling bold though.

"And why shouldn't I? She doesn't respect me. You know if I remember right the last time you guys said you were coming you didn't tell me until hours after we were supposed to meet up. It was embarrassing as fuck!" I yell. My father slaps me. Hard.

Without thinking I punch him in the nose, barely pulling back the punch enough to not break his nose. A small trail of blood runs down it anyway and he looks pissed. 

"He didn't mean too!" My mother tries to reason. She was never once the receiver of the strikes, and this is the first time since I can remember that she spoke up. 

"Oh I think he fucking did." My father pushes my mother out of the room and shuts the door, clicking the lock into place. Terror courses through me and I'm not sure what to do. 

"D-dad?" My voice cracks slightly thanks to the ever-growing terror as he glares at me. He punches me in the eye and I know the bruise and the beating will be worse than ever. He never ever targeted my face.

I let him hit and kick me. Beating me into a bloody pulp on the floor while I retreat into the very depths of my mind. After a while I realize he's stopped and when I glance up, he's wiping his hands off.

"Your mother and I are leaving." He says the words coldly, cruelly even. A small smirk rises on his face as he examines his work. He unlocks the door and leaves pretending like he didn't do this to me. I practically crawl to the bathroom Stripping off my clothing and laying in the tup as I turn the shower head on to a hot setting to try and ease the aches and pains he caused. After about an hour I get out and examine myself in the mirror.

I look like shit. 

I have a massive black eye and bruises all over my chest and abdomen. There's only a few small spots where he actually broke through the skin with his skilled punches. My body ached. After a while I change into a long black sleeve turtleneck that Sero had given me along with some black Jeans. After a while I knew all, the parents had left, Curfew having passed and all for visitors. I go downstairs, hoping no one would notice any injuries that I hadn't covered properly. To my utmost relief there was no one. I grab a Diet coke and put some bread in the toaster before changing my mind and tossing the bread. 

Still not skinny enough yet. It had been days since I last ate but I didn't quite care.

I sit and drink my soda, even with caffeine, sleep overtook me and I fall asleep on a stool at the island.

I wake up to the sound of footsteps and I lift my head from the island to see who it is. The lights of the kitchen turns on and I wince at the bright light.

Sero. At first he only glances at me turning to do whatever he was going to do but then he seems to register something as he turns around again. He fights an inner battle for a few minutes before he finally speaks.

"Are you... Okay Denki?" I want to cry, to hug him, to do something but all I manage is a soft grunt of acknowledgement before I rest my head back in my arms that rest on the island.

Here is your update for the day my lovelies! If I eventually wrote a book about soulmates next would you be interested? Im thinking of making it Kiribaku but I might do something else if youd prefer a Kamisero or Shinkami or Bakugo with someone.

-Love Saturn