Find You || Kirishima x Reader

~5~

~Katsuki's POV~

~Age:10~

"Move out of the way Deku!" I said as I pushed him out of the way. He fell to the ground, dropping his stupid notebooks.

"Sorry Kacchan.." I looked at the idiots next to me and then back at Deku. We started laughing at how weak he is.

"Awe! Not even going to fight back?" Stick finger teased.

I scoffed, "Of course he's not! He wouldn't have a chance being quirkless!" We all laughed at him as we walked away. It was the end of the school day, so we all walked home together.

'I hate when these idiots follow me' My house came into view as I ran off, leaving the others behind.

I ran into my house and slammed the door.
"Katsuki!? Is that you?" Mom called out.

"Yeah.." I took my shoes off and went up into ou-my room.

"Where are you going? You're not even going to say hi?" She stood at the bottom of the steps.

I sighed and turned around, "Hi."

She furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head, "What's going on with you Katsuki? You've been so moody and aggressive lately."

"There's nothing wrong! Just leave me alone!" I throw my arms up, turning around, and running back up the rest of the stairs.

"Katsuki! Get back down here right now!"

"Shut up you..you old hag!"
I ran into my room and slammed the door, locking it. I heard loud footsteps running up to the door.

"Open this damn door!" Mom yelled from behind the door 'Why did I call her that?? She hasn't done anything, she just asked if I was okay...'

"Katsuki! I'm not going to ask you again! You either open it or I break it down!" I stay with my back against the door as tears brimmed my eyes. 'I wish you were here...I know you would have made everything better..'

"Stop being a brat and ope-" she suddenly stopped yelling when we heard the door open.

"Mitsuki! Katsuki! I'm home!" Dad yelled from down stairs. We both immediately went quiet. I could only assume that he found our silence uncommon so he came up quickly.

"Are you two alright? It's quiet.."

"Masaru. You won't believe what that boy just did and what he called me!"

"Oh my..Come on Hun, let's go downstairs and talk about it there, alright?"
Mom sighed and I heard them walk down the stairs.

I let out a breath of relief and walked over to my bed. 

I looked around...everything is different.

I wanted to keep the room the same as it was, but mom and dad said that as i'm getting older, I need more room.

'I know they just didn't want to keep picturing you every-time they came into the room'

After about a week of arguing, we agreed to having a extra bed in storage. I would have more space in the room, and when we found...you...you would still have a bed and all your stuff.

A lot of things were taken out, but we kept a box of your things in the closet. I argued to keep your desk, and it worked. It still has everything on there, the drawings, the jewelry, everything. I also found the box of gifts that you made me a couple of days ago. I sunk a peek in it and saw 5 more bags, meaning I won't be getting anymore gifts when I turn 15.
'I hope you're back by then...'