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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑.
𝐘/𝐧 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞.

I could hear them even in my sleep. The names they called me. I knew I would be okay. I just had to survive this year. And then another. I've been saying that since the start. I've been questioning it for so long. My eyes shot open. God, I was exhausted. I really needed the sleep. The books scattered around my table. I hate studying. I hate books. I hate math. I hate science. I hate geography. I hate history. I love law.

They made me study. They knew I was gifted. I don't want to do math. I don't want to do any of these. None of them except law. Everything about it empowers. The laws of power. My eyes are tired. It's four in the morning. I could sleep for another two hours. I could dream for another two hours. I don't want to dream again. Slowly, I slid off the comfort of my bed. My head empty as I waltz into the shower. The water is cold. I'm used to it. I've grown affectionate for it. I've had to. Mother and Father can never pay for heating. I don't blame them in a way.

But I blame Father. Things are hard enough as it is without him drinking. My mother tries. We all try because we adore him. I've got my little brother. I've only got him. I've got my mother when it's not against Father. She wouldn't pick me. It's okay. What's not okay is gnawing hunger in my stomach. I finally step out of the shower. It feels better. I feel better. I sit on my bed for a while. My thoughts lingering. My hands reach for my phone. It's a good phone. I like my phone. I got it because I wanted to fit in. It's not as if I cared about their opinions; I just wanted to live peacefully.

It didn't work. I didn't have to waste so much money. I saved up for so long. But it's okay. I still love my phone more than anything in the world. The cold air blew onto my skin when I opened the window. I stepped into the balcony of our apartment. I breathe in the world. I hate it. I don't want to leave the world despite how much I hate it. How could I? I wouldn't leave Zio. He was everything to me. Everything to us. The favourite child, but he was bright.

The school day was finally coming closer. I was already dressed. I needed to get breakfast. I tapped him a little. "Zio. Zi. Wake up. Come on." He blinked his eyes open. "Five more minutes.." I sighed. 6:50. I needed to leave soon. The walk to school was far. "I'll be back in five, okay?" He nodded absentmindedly. Quickly falling back into his slumber. She walked to the kitchen quietly. My hands reaching for the cabinet. One sandwich. A sigh left my mouth. I need to go shopping.

6:57. I didn't rush. I went back into the room to wake up Zio. "Up, up, up." He frowned as he sat up. "I don't wanna go." I cocked a brow. I couldn't see why he wouldn't. He got along well with his class. More than just well. "Come on, go shower. There's a sandwich in the cabinet for breakfast." We were lucky his school did free lunches. I guess it was because it's a children's school. He's only seven. I don't want him to miss any meals.

He nods slowly. "Y/n? I'll be good. So don't worry too much, okay!" He smiled. He was a good brother. I nodded. "I won't. Don't worry about your big sis, okay? Now shoo, go shower." He left to go to the showers. I ironed his uniform. I placed it on his bed. We shared a room. I never really minded it. He wasn't a loud sleeper or anything. Though sometimes it's like he prefers my bed. I guess that's just when he's scared. I don't really have a problem with that either.

Thunder is terrifying. Time flies by slowly. 7:15. I should start leaving in a bit. I want to say goodbye. I sit on the kitchen counter aimlessly. He comes down with a massive smile on his face. It makes me smile, too. I don't often smile like that. I never have a reason to when it's not something I love. Law, and my little brother. He stands there so excitedly. "Alright, big sis has got to go." He nods. I pat him on the head before walking out. I see him climb to get the sandwich from the top cabinet from the corner of my eyes.

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃. Katsuki Bakugou Where stories live. Discover now