And everything went red. || Iida angst

Back to school tomorrow.

[There will be depictions of Abuse/Disowning in this chapter, read with caution]

It had been nearly a week since the problem with Iida's father.

Iida talked to his mother. Turns out his father beat the shit out of both of them just because Iida's mother was talking to a therapist.

Apparently his mother even tried to explain what happened, but his father wouldn't listen.

Iida was happy to be leaving here.

All of his visible bruises were gone and the swelling of his nose had gone down completely.

Iida's father just learned to keep the bruises on parts of his body that was hidden.

Iida was currently packing to head back to the dorm rooms. That place felt a lot more like a home than this place did.

Iida began to pack all of his clothes along with the belongings he had managed to grab from Tensei's room.

Iida was so excited to be going back that he didn't hear his door creak open.

Iida flinched when he felt a hand firmly grab his shoulder.

"You better be packing up to leave permanently. I don't want you coming back to my fucking house ever again." Iida's father spoke in a harsh tone.

Iida turned around to look at his father, his lips pursed together in a nervous express before he decided to finally speak.

"What do you mean..? Did I.. Did I do something?" He asked, his voice wavering as he looked at his father.

"Tensei's dead. I don't need you anymore. The only reason you were born was incase he had any medical problems." His father said, his voice coming out like venom.

Iida stared at his father, he could hear his own heart beat in his ears.

"What..? What do you mean?"

"If he got hurt and needed a blood transfusion, or if he needed spare parts.. We could've gotten them from you. That's the only reason we kept you, you turned out wrong, but you could still be used to help my son. That was until he died." His father spat

The words felt like a dagger straight to Iida's heart, but of course his father had to twist the knife.

"You're no longer needed, and your mother agrees. She moved out of here and left a note, she blames you for his death just as much as I do. If either of us could've chosen a son to live when attacked by Stain, we would've chosen Tensei in a heartbeat, but God had to punish us. You should've died, but Endeavor just had to save you." His father grimaced.

"You disgust me, Tenya." He said, looking atIida with eyes that showed none other than pure hate.

"I'm sorry.." Iida whispered, his voice fragile, on the verge of breaking.

His father's breath hitched and then without any warning signs, he backhanded Iida across the face.

Iida stumbled slightly, when he regained his balance, his gaze remained locked onto the ground and his expression was vacant. This doesn't usually happen.

His father's eyes widened at Iida's reaction. He felt hatred and disgust bubble up in his core, mixing and overlapping the longer he stared at him.

"I can't stand looking at you. Pack up and leave before 8:00 pm or so fucking help me Iida.. I swear to god you'll be meeting Tensei." His father said, his voice stern, yet slightly shaky.

".. I understand. I'll be gone soon." Iida said, whispering the last part.

His father glared and grabbed a fist full of Iida's hair before throwing him to the ground, towards. his bags.

"I'll be back to check if you're still here at 8:00. Hurry the fuck up and leave."

His father left without another word, not goodbye, no regrets. Maybe it was better this way.

Iida began to pack, he knew he'd have to end up going to the dorms early, and he'd have to explain why. It's not like he could just say he was kicked out and disowned because there was no use for him anymore.

Iida took a deep breath as he thought, his hands idly gripping at the shirt he had in his hands. He was feeling too many emotions and he hated every single one of them. Iida's breath hitched and without thinking, he tore the shirt he was holding in half. It was a shirt that Tensei had given him.

He hesitated, staring at the torn shirt before shoving it into a bag, he then just continued packing. He needed to be gone by 8:00 pm and it was already 6:30 pm, giving him only and hour and thirty minutes to be gone by.

He needed to be gone by 8:00.
.
.
.
Out of the house, I mean.

He needed to be Out of the house by 8:00, Not gone.

Out of the house.

By 8:00.