Violet Eyes

Chapter 66

Updated the trigger list for this fic, make sure you go and read those before starting this chapter. 

Oh, and psa: this fic has very complex and flawed characters. I've said that from the beginning. Another important thing to note, is that everyone reacts to trauma and hearing trauma differently. If you're not mature enough to handle that with grace, you shouldn't be reading this fic in the first place. There are plenty of fics out there with no dark themes for you to read instead. My comment sections are safe spaces for me, you, and these specific versions of the characters I've created. Don't be a dick if a character has a poor and human reaction to something. My fics are just as much for my own coping and venting as they are for your entertainment. Please keep that in mind before throwing threats around, especially when they're directed at me. (Unless those threats are directed at Monoma, fuck that guy (in this specific fic, calm down, I like canon Monoma)). 

Anyways, here's the chapter you guys wanted me to publish, as is. 

"Oh, okay," I said with a small nod as I watched Eijirou steal the bowl from Hitoshi's hands with surprising ease. "We're doing this, doing this." 

Eijirou's red eyes flashed my way for a second with a small shake of his head. "Not talking about it," he mumbled before lighting the bowl and taking a hit. 

Without a word, it was handed to Katsuki next. My jaw nearly dropped when he took it in a flash, repeating the redhead's movements and taking a hit himself. 

"Well, shit. It must have been bad, bad," I said in a low voice. 

Himiko poked my side from where she sat on the floor beside my chair. "You're repeating things a lot." 

I waved her hand off without sparing her a look. "Sh, I wanna know what happened." 

Katsuki blinked at me after coughing for a moment, the whites of his eyes already an irritated red that complimented his irises a little too well. "You were literally there; you know how fucking bad it was." 

I shrugged, leaning back in the chair as the bowl got passed back to me. "Physically, I was there for five minutes. Mentally, I checked out after Mitsuki said I was dragging her kids into my problems." I took a hit of the bowl and looked around the group of stoned teens. "Awe shit, I think she was right." 

Himiko hummed, resting her cheek on my leg as she absently drew shapes into her carpet. "You wouldn't have checked out if you didn't think she was right in the first place." 

"You're not why I'm smoking," Eijirou said quickly, a frown on his lips. "My parents are why I started spiraling, and then Mitsuki just... exploded everything." 

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, glancing at the girls in the room before turning back to our boyfriend. "Ei, shut up." 

He shrugged one shoulder in response and grabbed the bowl from my hands. Fuck him and his height and long arms, stealing my fucking weed like that. "I don't care, Kats. My parents are terrible people, and they kicked me out, big whoop. I'm over hiding it." 

"You go, Glen Coco!" Uraraka shouted from her spot on the bed where she was leaning back against Ashido. 

Eijirou's brows knitted. "Who the fuck is Glen Coco?" 

"Ignore her," I said with a sigh. The girl just couldn't comprehend that not everyone understood her references. 

"My parents are terrible people, too," Himiko said in a sleepy voice. She sounded like she was seconds away from passing out in my lap. "That's why I run away all the time. I'm eighteen now, though, so no reason to go back."