Forgive Me Father... For I Have Sinned

12 † Home

"They look good." Kirishima's hand found its way around his shoulders yet again. "Let's get you home hm?" Bakugou nodded, turning for the door. They made their way to the car, getting in, Bakugou in the back once again. "Alright, so go in, say you don't feel good, and go straight to your room. Understood?" He commanded making the blonde nod again, getting out of the car and walking to his doorstep, hurrying in and to the stairs.

"I'm back Mother, I don't feel well I'll be in the washroom." He stated jogging up the stairs and darting into the washroom to vomit. The alcohol was finally hitting his stomach like a baseball bat. She gave no response, held over the toilet he puked the remaining food and alcohol from his stomach. He laid his head on the seat, taking in heavy breaths, shaking. He ran a hand through his newly tinted hair and sighed. "Father will kill me." He finally came to his senses and started to think of the consequences. "What will Father do? He will surely be furious." He put his head back into the bowl, spitting the last bit of vomit out before flushing and standing up, he ran the shower and got undressed, stepping in and washing himself from the grimy feeling. He brushed his teeth twice, trying to rid of the alcohol on his breath. Once he was done he stepped out, pulling a towel around his body and drying off. I forgot my sweater in the field. Maybe Ashido grabbed it for me. He made his way to his room and got dressed in his a pair of PJ's. He sighed sitting on his bed. Opening his computer he began working on the project and some other school work he had fallen behind on.

That night his father returned, he was called down to dinner by his Mother but gave a short response along the lines of 'I don't feel well. Eat without me.' they made no hesitation. He continued to work away on the project, working ahead of the timeline.

Just before bed he said his nightly prayer, keeping it much shorter than usual.

"Father, we thank thee for the night, And for the pleasant morning light; For rest and food and loving care, And all that makes the day so fair. Help us to do the things we should, To be to others kind and good. In all we do, in work or play, To grow more loving every day." It was generic and half-hearted. He got into his bed and started to drift off, thinking of the red-headed boy, a slight tint of red across his face.

The next morning came, he felt better, like his regular morning self. He rose and changed into a white button-up with a knit sweater vest over top and a pair of khaki pants. He went to the washroom to style his hair, using some of his Father pomade to create the harsh spikes just as Ashido did the night before. He ate breakfast quickly, trying to avoid his Mother and the electric orange in his hair. She hadn't seemed to have noticed, too busy with her cooking. He rushed out the door, booking it to his friends car.

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