hate you lots | s. heizou ✓

chapter 8

a/n: yall might wanna buckle up for this chapter cuz oh my gosh
this chapter dives deeper into heizou's motives, backstory, etc. this chapter has mentions of:
- child abuse
- death
- violence
- abandonment
- blood
- alcohol and the state of being drunk
- eating issues
if any of these trigger you, i'll try provide warnings as to where these parts occur and summarize the events. unfortunately, these parts are pretty crucial to heizou's development as a character, meaning that it would be kind of hard to skip over them.

also first warning here: the entire flashback at the beginning of the story includes some of the topics listed above. viewer discretion is advised. skip if you want to, a summary will be provided at the end of the flashback.

Flashback:
Heizou sobbed loudly, running into his room and dodging a sake bottle being thrown in his direction. He slammed the door shut, pulling the closest chair to him and pushing it under the doorknob.

"Open this door, boy!" A deep angry voice could be heard from outside of his room, followed by the rattling of his doorknob.

The frail boy backed farther and farther into his room, trying to silence his footsteps. Nearing his bedside table, he quickly snatched the sheathed jitte on top of it. He pulled the weapon out of it's confines, pointing it towards the doorway. His hands shook rapidly as he stared at the door, waiting for it to burst open.

Heizou was weak, and he knew that. He hated the idea of being vulnerable. His pale complexion, his malnourished body. All the odds were stacked against him.

But the door never opened.

Flashback End.

SUMMARY: Heizou blocks his door off from his drunken father, holding a jitte in an attempt to defend himself. His father never opens the door and attacks him, but loudly bangs on it and yells at him.

"Hah, I win!" Itto yelled, flexing his muscles. He held out a hand to Heizou, who was currently lying on the floor. "Come on, get up bud."

Shikanoin Heizou pushed himself up, grabbing onto Itto's hand. "You have to admit it, I gave you a run for your money."

"Dumbass, Itto had you down in two seconds." Scaramouche rolled his eyes before sipping more of the energy drink he bought.

"Scara, instead of drinking that energy drink, maybe you should be drinking some milk. You're shorter than Heizou, for crying out loud!" Tomo yelled, narrowly dodging the crumpled up shirt being thrown at him.

Heizou dusted himself off, sighing. I'll never be as strong as Itto, or as fast as Kazuha, and Scara's stamina is insane... "I'm going to take a break."

As soon as Heizou turned thirteen, he immediately picked up a gym membership. He felt the need to grow stronger, maybe even get a six pack. Boxing instantly became one of his favorite sports, despite being mediocre at it.

Taking off his gloves, he chugged the remaining liquid in his water bottle, exhaling loudly. I need to train more. I need to be stronger.

"You're beating yourself up." A familiar calm voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

The green-eyed male set his bottle down, focusing his attention on his friend. "Kazu, why would I ever do that?"

Kazuha sat down on the bench next to Heizou. "You've always felt this hunger for strength, I've noticed it for awhile now. I've even noticed you neglecting your physical health just to train."