mentally unstable pt.2 ~ shigadabi

thirteen

Shoto's POV:

I glance at my phone. Maybe I should just text her. I didn't do anything wrong, why would she be upset? "Everything okay?" Shinso asks with his eyes glued to the screen. "Yeah, I'm okay." He pauses his video game. "You don't seem okay? Is the T.V. still too loud?" I shake my head. "Then what is it?" I bite the inside of my cheek. "Has anyone ever said they loved you before?" His emotionless mask falls for a split second. "No. You?" I look back at my phone. "Wait, did Momo say she loved you." I shouldn't have brought it up. "No."
"Then why do you ask?"
"No reason."
"Liar."
I sigh. "Okay, fine. She did say it," I admit. "Well, what did you say?" He asks. "Nothing." He gives me a confused look. "Nothing? You said nothing? She said I love you and you said nothing."

"I didn't know what to say. No one has ever said that to me before." Shinso's expression softens. "How do you respond to something like that?" He turns to me. "Well, step number one, do you love her?" My mind goes blank. Do I? "I-I don't know. I've never-" My phone vibrates in my pocket.

Fuck Face:
When are you coming back

I sigh. "It's fine, I'll...google it." He slaps his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. "You're going to google...how to tell someone you love them?" I roll my eyes. "Of course not. I'm going to google how to know if you love someone." He falls over laughing. "You kill me dude." 

 Me:
Bored already?

Dabi:
Just meet me at your school.

"I get that often," I mumble. "I'm gonna head out." The school is only seven minutes from Shinso apartment. Don't know why the jackass couldn't just pick me up from here, but whatever I guess. Lazzy asshole.

Tomura's POV:

It has been less than twenty four hours and I'm already losing my shit. I'm hoping it won't take too much longer to gather the mental capacity to answer my damn phone. Hana has called twelve times and texted like, fifty. I just put my phone on silent so I don't feel bad for ignoring her. 

I let out a shaky breath and watch the smoke fill the air. I took off work today to try to get my thoughts together. It doesn't matter if I do though, if I don't go tomorrow everyone will ask questions. Just then there's a soft and light knock at the door. Did Dabi leave his keys again? He left barely ten minutes ago to get Shoto, he can't be back already. Still, I turn off my vape pen and place it in the silverware drawer. There's another knock. I walk across the living room and unlock the door. When I open the door my jaw damn near hints the floor. 

"Hana? What the fuck are you doing here?" It comes out like a whisper. Her face is stained with tears. "Why haven't you been answering me?" She sobs. "I-I called and I texted and I-I-" I hold her by her shoulders and rub her softly. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? What happen?" Fresh tears pour out of her eyes. "It's mom." I feel my heart drop. "Wha-....what happen to mom?" I force myself to spit out. "She went to visit dad and-" No. "Stop. I-I don't wanna hear it." I can a lump forming in my throat. "Just....when does she get out the hospital?" I'm used to my mom having to go to the ER due to my father, it doesn't take a trip to Korea to tell me. I know that I wasn't answering but this is normal, why is she here?

She stares crying even harder. "Mura, you don't understand," she sobs. "She's not in the hospital." Deep down I know what's coming. But it's not possible. "Well...where is she?" She crouches down and starts wailing. "Hana, stop it, wh-where the hell is she?" I can feel myself start to cry too. When she doesn't say anything I unwilling put the pieces together. 

My father killed my mother.