You Deserve it All

Chapter 2

MIDORIYA'S POV

I groaned when my phone pang with a notification that the front door had been unlocked and opened. I quickly checked the code used before burying my head further into the pillow. The only three people with a code to get into my home besides myself were my mom, Kacchan, and Aimi.

Unsurprisingly, it was Kacchan's code that had opened the front door. My mom rarely comes inside when she comes over, and Aimi obviously isn't going to open the door anytime soon. I knew Kacchan was due back today, but I was hoping that he would be too excited that the kids were home and forget about me.

I don't know why I expected that to be the case. It wasn't like that over their spring break or the holidays. He still comes over at least three times a week, even when the boys are here.

I heard his footsteps get louder as he made his way through my home. Within seconds, he was in my bedroom and yanking my blanket off my body. I groaned and tried to pull it back up, but he ripped it off me again and tossed it on the floor.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" he snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. "You haven't fucking showered or changed your clothes since I was here last week?"

"I have a washer," I murmured.

"Which is open and still filled with the dirty clothes you were supposed to wash after I left last week." Okay, he got me there. I hate that the laundry room is right next to the bathroom in the hallway. The door is always open, and he can always peer in. "Get up and take a shower." He continued pulling on my arm, but I just rolled back over.

"Kacchan, I don't want to shower."

"It's not up for debate. Get up and get in the shower. The faster you do, the faster I'll leave you alone again to lay in bed." If I continued to fight him, he would stay for six hours. However, if I got up and showered, I could probably have him gone within an hour, maybe thirty minutes, if I decided to eat something.

Slowly, I pushed myself toward the edge of the bed and stood up. I didn't know that showering and getting dressed could feel like such a chore. The idea of moving at all makes me want to burrow myself deeper under my blankets.

"I'll bring you clothes," Kacchan said, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the bed. "Go."

I dragged my feet to the bathroom. He watched me until I shut the door behind me. I love Kacchan, and I always will. He's been there for me, and for some reason, he doesn't give me a panic attack whenever he comes over. He's a great person, and although a part of me is glad he hasn't given up on me, I wish he had. I'm tired of being forced from my bed to shower and eat.

"I don't hear the shower running!" Kacchan yelled before banging his fist on the door.

I rolled my eyes and turned the shower on. While letting it heat up, I used the bathroom before stripping my clothes from my body, which smelt worse than I would like to admit. Every week, I swear that I'll take better care of myself. Then, that week comes, and I can't find the strength to take care of myself. I can't get out of bed, and I've been surviving on the same bag of chips since Kacchan came here last time.

"I'm coming in!" Kacchan shouted through the door, which caused me to quickly jump in the shower and pull the curtain closed behind me. A few seconds later, the door pushed open.

"I brought you food, as well."

"You can leave it on the bed." We both knew he wouldn't be leaving, but I told him the same thing every time.

"Daizen has a date this weekend," Kacchan said.

I paused while reaching for the shampoo. He has a date? Here? "With who?" I asked.