And everything went red. || Iida angst

I don't need help.

[This chapter and a majority of the following ones will have depictions of alcoholism, as well as verbal and physical abuse.]

It had been a week and a half since the conversation Iida had with Bakugou, children were now being let back with their families for a month to celebrate the holidays.

Iida didn't want to go home, he knew that everything would just turn into some weird mourning session.

No one in his family had gotten over Tensei's death. Especially not Iida, but he's not going to let anyone know that.

After all, he doesn't need help.

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Iida walked into his house through the back door, his mother warned him that his father has picked up his old habit again. He didn't want to deal with that. He didn't want to be home, but there's nothing he can do about it. Iida took a deep breath before walking over to the staircase and started to ascend the stairs, every other step creaked.

Iida cringed with every creak, He was afraid of waking up his father who was passed out on the couch downstairs, according to his mother.

That's not a normal thing with families, is it? isn't the father supposed to love and protect his children? Whatever, it doesn't matter. It's not like Iida is going through abuse. He's fine. He doesn't need help.

Iida made it to the top of the steps and let out a sigh of relief. He then began to walk to his room, but before he could make it there, his wrist was grabbed and he was yanked into Tensei's old room. Iida tensed when he was pulled into a tight embrace.

"Oh Tensei.. I wass so worried, where have you been?.." Iida could tell that voice from anywhere, even if it did have a drunken slur of words strewn into it.

"I'm not Tensei.." Iida muttered, nearly inaudible. His father pulled away from the hug to look over Iida's facial features.

"Whys the hell are you here?.." He asked, his eyes narrowing.

"It's holiday, we have to come back home." Iida replied.

"You sshould've just kept yourr ass over there, Tenya." He said, his harshness bleeding through his slurred sentences.

A father would normally want to see his child, but whatever. He's fine. Why would he need help?

Iida sighed. "I am not allowed to stay over there. Only children who have an unsafe home environment are allowed to stay in the dorms over holidays."

His father scoffed at this, "Damnit.. I don't wanna deal with you.. fuck.. mmmaybe I should jus' make this place unsafe for ya then?.. You ungrateful bitch.." He said before leaning against the wall in Tensei's room.. That's right.. They were in Tensei's room, what was he doing in here in the first place?

Iida looked around, he wishes he hadn't. A majority of Tensei's belongings were torn to shreds, broken, or covered in alcohol.

This is fine. Iida doesn't need help.

"What.. What the hell did you do??" Iida asked, his voice booming through the house.

"Lower your voice Iida.. This.. it's fine. He can just buy some new shit.." His father (if you can even call him that anymore.) replied.

"Are you insane?" Iida asked, glaring. "Tensei is dead. He has been dead for almost three weeks now!" Iida shouted.

His father scoffed "Sshut the hell up.. you ain't know what the hell you're.. talkin' 'bout.." He spat.

Iida took a deep breath, he needed to calm down.

"I wissh you would die though.. Tenya.. You useless lil' fucker.. Why can't you be like Tensei..never causin' troubles for nobody.. It was a misstake to have 'nother kid.." His father added on, his voice filled with malice. Fathers don't wish death on their kids, not unless they were abusive. But Iida is fine.

"How could you even say something so horrible?.. You're my dad! you're not supposed to be acting like thi-" [SMACK] Iida fell to the ground and held his cheek. It stung.

"Don't you.. dare call me that you little bastard. I.. I know what you are.. fucking disappointment.." Fathers weren't supposed to hit their children. Not even for discipline.

This isn't okay, Iida should really tell somebody but... No. Iida is perfectly fine. He does not need to burden someone else with his problems, After all, they could be going through something worse. Iida does not want nor need help.

Iida slowly stood up and grabbed a few nostalgic items/pictures from Tensei's room that hadn't been ruined.

"Where the hells do you think you're going?.." His father asked.

"I'm going to my room." Was all Iida muttered before walking out with those belongings. He went to his room and set the things he grabbed down on his bed. Iida walked into the bathroom that was off to the side of his room to go and see the damage of the slap.

When he got there and looked in the mirror and.. Oh. Maybe it wasn't just a slap, Iida accidentally played the damage down when it happened. Iida's cheek had a cut across it and there was already a bruise forming around it, the shape of a fist was barely visible.

He's fine, he can deal with this. He's done it before.

He patched his own cheek up and then walked back into his room. He grabbed the nostalgic items and hid them in his room before laying in his bed.

"I don't need help.." He whispered to himself as he stared up at his ceiling and slowly drifted off to sleep. He didn't feel like eating dinner tonight anyways.

He didn't want to see his father at the dinner table. He didn't need help with anything. Not with his feelings, not with his family, not with his father, not with the mourning, not with the disturbance he feels, not with his thoughts, not with eating. Not with anything.

He doesn't need help, he never has and he never will.