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⤷ 𝐀 story about two guys-Katsuki and Izuku-who meet each other in the most unexpected environment and how their brief encounter makes a massive difference in one of their lives.
❱ Lgbtq+
❱ Minimum Comedy
❱ Suicidal-Depression
❱ Ang...
"Izuku, you forgot to mop the floors in the restrooms," Izuku's manager, Tamaki, tells the boy as he tosses the mop at him and pushes the buckets with his foot toward him.
"Okay, I'm on it!" Izuku says very enthusiastically. He bends to grab the bucket and hurries to the restroom to finish his chores.
Izuku has worked in WOS burgers for over three months, paying for his scholarship at his private school to get a degree and leave the hellhole he calls home. His mother, Inko, wasn't a good parent. After his father died, Inko grew distant and depressive around her son. She couldn't face him, and because of it, she started to drink.
Izuku hated going home after work, which is another reason why he got a job in the first place. He can escape his mother by going to school and going to work. It was perfect for Izuku until his mother hit him one night because his face reminded her of her husband. Another reason he doesn't go home is because of his abusive mother when she's under the influence.
"God, I hate restroom duty," Izuku muttered as he squeezed the mop with his hands before dropping it onto the floor to begin mopping. He mopped for about three minutes before his phone went off, and when he checked who it was, his eyes widened.
Izuku dropped his phone onto the wet floor; the mop slipped out of his hand and smacked itself on the floor while he pressed his hand against the wall behind him. He started feeling an ache in his chest while his legs trembled with fear. He fears his mother coming to pick him up from work when he normally takes the bus home. And he takes the last bus so he doesn't have to see his mother.
"Crap, Tamaki's going to kill me if I don't get this done," Izuku says with a blank stare as he reaches for the mop and, zombie-like, finishes his chores.
An hour passed, and his mother waited outside in her car. Izuku saw from the windows of the vehicle, and every fiber in his being tensed up. Izuku feared sitting next to her to get scolded or, worse...hit. But because his shift ended, he had no choice but to face his fears.
"Hey, Mom...you didn't have to come and get me; I know you're busy with work," Izuku tells his mother as he places his backpack on the floor and slowly sits in the co-pilot seat.
She stayed silent. She looked at Izuku with nothing but despair, like a corpse with the power to walk. Inko turned the gauge and drove home without letting a word escape her edges. Izuku's vision gravitated toward the window to look outside, a knot in his throat and his heart beating fast from anxiety and fear. And when he looked outside, he saw a guy riding on his skateboard in the middle of the night.
It was a brief moment when Izuku saw the man skate past them, but it was enough to get a load of his ruby eyes. Besides that moment of somewhat curiosity and relief, Izuku froze when the car parked on the sidewalk outside their house. He grabbed his stuff, followed his mother into the house, locked the doors and windows, and headed straight to his room; no words were spoken.
"I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here..." Izuku repeated the same sentence to himself repeatedly as he paced the room.
He grabbed his belongings once long ago but threw them at his bed, refusing to leave. He wanted to, but he was too young to feel his mother's "warmth." He was more afraid than he is now of sleeping in a room so close to his mothers. But Izuku knows he should leave this house as soon as he graduates and never speaks to his mother again...unless he wants to receive punches.
The next day came, and Izuku found himself eyes shot with bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. Over the past year, Izuku's had a hard time falling asleep. He wanted to see a psychologist, but when his mother discovered what he was doing, she'd punch and knock some sense into him.
Izuku would go to school with patches around his arms, bandaids on his face, or an eye patch because of a black eye, and if anyone asked, he'd give them the excuse he was practicing martial arts or boxing. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to work with getting along with Inko. Izuku was helpless.
Izuku found the courage to keep going forward. He knew he deserved better and could escape this wretched hole to create a better life. And sadly, time wasn't on his side because things started to get heated and deadlier after he turned eighteen.
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