Mha fluff/angst oneshots

🥀 Kirikami ☁️

TW!'s in the story description!

Kaminari POV;

I love the color red.

I first noticed it when I tripped at school one day, way back in my first year of elementary. I cried from the pain of skinning my knee, but saw the color of my blood and was immediately convinced it was my favorite color, as strange as it sounds.

I started asking for red clothing, completely different from my typical blues and purples I used to enjoy. My mom would always ask me why, and I would tell her it was simply because the color was pretty. I remember her warmly laughing, every single time.

My mom was absolutely amazing. She had this smile that told you that everything was safe when you felt scared, this voice that would hum a symphony, simply by speaking. She could loll you to sleep easily, whispering the words from a storybook. She would always tuck me in, make sure I would get three kisses every night before I went to bed. One on each cheek, and then a final one on my forehead.

She would always buy me small things, things I hang onto still, to this day.

My father was in love with my mom. He would always come home and embrace her with such tenderness, anyone could tell that they would last. On days that she was ill, he would bring her breakfast in bed, give her meds, take care of her like she was a princess. And she deserved that.

My father was very smart, always helping me with homework. Especially math, as numbers have never really made sense to me without extra effort. He was also smart when it came to spending, though I didn't really understand that until later on. He was rightfully the man of the house, taking care of me and my mom, respectable, and sincere. I wanted to be exactly like him.

That was, until things took a turn for the worst.

It wasn't sudden, but a slow change that didn't notice until it was too late.

My mother would smile less, would forget to tuck me in, would hide in her room. I always thought it was because she was sick, and in a way, she was. She was very strong, so I thought she would feel better soon and be back to her typical, happy self. And oh, was I so far from being right about that. She is still strong, but everything else was stronger.

When she had forgotten to pick me up from school, I thought nothing of it. Simply that she wasn't feeling well again today. The walk wouldn't be too long, and when I would get home, I would get her a snack to help her feel better, like how dad would always do when she was ill. Being ten, at the time, the walk felt terribly agonizing, though I managed.

But what I didn't think to expect was to see red again, this time not any of my own. It was her's and her's only as she laid lifeless in the kitchen, a knife resting in her relaxed hand. I had no idea what to do, I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe.

That was my mom. And she was dead. Red no longer was my favorite color.

I remember reading the note we found the next day, after police and paramedics took her away from me, forever. My dad was heartbroken, no longer the man he once was. And after reading the note, I understood why he was angry with me. I was angry with me.

Dear to whomever this concerns,

I am so, terribly sorry for putting you through this. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried really hard, I promise I did. But-

He looks like him. Denki is the spitting image of his father.

This part confused me, given the fact that I looked nothing like my dad.

All I can do is remember, and I can't take it anymore. I remember his hands, my screams, I remember everything, and this was the only way I could think of making it stop. I love Denki with all my heart, but I just...can't bear to see him anymore. It was too much. My love, thank you for being the father for him, thank you for everything you've done to support me. I'm sorry I had to go like this, but please promise me you'll take care of my baby for me? He deserves a happy life, one filled with hope and joy. I love you with everything I had, and I'm sorry it wasn't enough. But, I'll be watching over you guys, sitting on the sidelines as I cheer you on. Please don't let this destroy you, please my love? Thank you for everything, and I'm truly sorry.