Am I Manly Yet? Kiribaku + Bakuquad

Everything is different {Chapter 13}

{Kirishimas pov}

After Aizawa's talk, three weeks go by fast, but slow at the same time. Not much happened at school I guess, besides just fucking around with friends. The times I'm home though, they go by slowly. But not because of the usual reasons. Usually when I'm home it goes like this; I try my best to do homework, and fuck it up. If I go downstairs I get yelled at for being a fuckup. Sometimes, I guess it's a thing now, I get beat up a bit. Which I understand, because ya honestly I am a fuckup. Honestly, I should be able to take it. If I'm going to be a hero, a man, I should be able to take a few punches. So maybe it's a good thing?

But for the past three weeks, time goes by slow when Ive been home for different reasons. As usual, I try my best to do homework and don't get it. Distracted in my head. And honestly even if I wasn't I'm still not sure that I would get it. But downstairs was different. My mom is leaving more and more. And when she's here she's barely talking. Theres something different about her. It feels like anger, but I'm not sure. It almost reminds me a bit of when I scratched my face with my quirk when I was little, and she thought I lost an eye for a second. It's almost like she's scared? Like she's walking on eggshells and scared to crack them, but so angry she even has to do that.

And my father is different too. I don't think he's less angry, but it's like he's just too tired to punish me anymore. He still slaps me around sometimes. I get a few bruises here and there, but definitely not as bad as they have been. Most of the time he's just watching random shit on the TV, and if he even talks to me most of what I hear from him is half assed yelling stuff like "EIJIRO, grab me a fuckin beer". Or "EIJIRO, I d'know where the fuck ur shitty mom is, get me some food." Or "GODDAMIT EIJIRO, quiet the fuck down or get out the house like ur useless mom". I usually hear that last one when I'm out of my room, so unless I'm called I try to stay inside of it as much as I can.

But tonight is even more unusual. It's pretty late to be up, especially because it's Sunday and I have school tomorrow. But even when it reaches around 3am, I cant sleep. I go downstairs and see father passed out on the couch, half empty beer in hand. He's snoring loud, so I know I can't wake him up. At least, not easily. But I guess it's not just me thinking that, because as I'm in the kitchen getting a water, I see my mom stumble in through the door. Her hair and makeup are messed up, and I can smell the alcohol oozing off of her from here. Shes not graceful at all coming in, and no part of her looks put together. Which is so weird because in all of my memories, I have barely EVER seen her this way.

She's muttering to herself until she sees me in the kitchen. We both freeze when our eyes hit the other's, and I immediately look to the floor. I really hope she doesn't yell and wake father up, boy that would really be the definition of hell. But instead she rushingly, and angrily whispers "Eijiro, what are you doing up!"  I know nothing I say will make her less upset, because I am awake at 3am on a Sunday night. And my grades aren't necessarily a good defense, if anything they're proof I should be doing better. So, I tell her the truth "Sorry ma'am, I couldn't sleep, so I came to get some water..." She rolls her eyes and sighs, and her tiredness is just as obvious the smell of alcohol. "Get your ass to bed, you can't get laid off like Riku". My mouth starts moving before I think, barely processing what she said at first. Maybe I'm more tired than I thought. "I don't have a job, I just have school tomorrow which I should be asleep for anyway I guess- ...Wait, dad got fired?" What she said finally hit me. Is that why he's different? But wouldn't being fired make him much more angry?

Before I can think more my mother starts talking again, sounding almost sober. But I can hear the difference in her voice. "Ya your fucking father talks about how we're the fuckups but he couldn't just put up with a' shitty job like we all have to. Yells at us all the time, but can't even take it himself. Couldn't keep his goddamn anger in check and gets himself fired. So now I have to deal with that asshole all day every day, unless I decide I cant do this shit anymore and get out of here. And I still have to go to my own shitty job trying to keep this family from falling apart. And he just gets to mope all fucking day. Doesn't even care about us anymore huh. Wont even yell at us like usual, guess alcohol is all we love anymore." She harshly spits out a laugh after she finishes talking. Almost like there's venom being forced out with it. The more the talks, the more I can tell how drunk she is.