Troubles of the Heart (Soudam)

Chapter One

Souda Kazuichi awoke to the vibrating sounds of an old, beat up phone that he had repaired in his prior youth. Reaching across the bed, he cracked open his tired, blue coloured eyes and turned off the alarm, along with the happy, chipper tune that played along with it. Although his body protested getting up and out of bed, Kazuichi knew that it was highly improbable that he would be able to fall back asleep anyways.

After dragging his battered and bruised body, Souda took a short, cold shower to wake himself up, and wash off the sweat that had accumulated over the night. Dressing into some cargo shorts and a singlet, he climbed into his trademark, school appropriate, blue jumpsuit. There were two reasons for him to wear this distasteful garment, one was because although he was fashionable, he had a limited variety of clothing, due to living on the poorer end of society. The second reason was to hide the bruises and scars that littered his body.

After donning his beanie and pink contacts, Souda began his way out of the door. Of course, in any other household, this would be the part where he would eat his breakfast, and say goodbye to his parents after having his fill. Unfortunately, this wasn't any type of normal household, no breakfast to consume nor parent in sight to wish him a good day on his way to school, it was fine, though, he was used to it.

He was just about out the door when he lumbered down the stairs, half-dressed with sweat patches underneath his pits, showing discolouration on the white shirt.
"An'where do yer think yer goin' boy?" The giant, towering man said, his breath making Kazuichi's nose wrinkle in disgust. A strong stench of alcohol and cigarettes forcing its way down his throat. Kazuichi forced a reply out his mouth and avoid retching, "I'm just g-goin' on my way to s-school dad.." Souda knew that avoiding eye contact would be the safest option in this moment, just in case his old man punished him for it like last time.

"You think yer better than me, don't'cha!" He shouted angrily, his fists curling into tight coils. "Jus' because that stupid ti'le! Well let me tell ya somethin'." Taking a step forward, he shoved a fist hard into his stomach, keeling over, Kazuichi gasped for breath from the blow.
"Let me tell ya somethin' real interestin', you're worthless. Not special or unique, just a piece of shit that can barely keep me satisfied, no one will ever love ya or like ya and everyone you ever meet will always hate ya."

"I'm s-sorry sir, I-I'll never be as good as y-you, I don't deserve to be an u-ultimate.." He gasped out, recovering from the blow, it was likely to bruise. "They obviously made a m-mistake... I'm sorry..."

His father sneered and shoved him out the door, watching as his greatest disappointment in life stumble onto the small porch. "Get outta my sight yer filthy mutt," he growled, before slamming the door, a series of locks were heard from the outside as his father locked him out. This meant he wouldn't be expected home tonight.

Climbing up, Kazuichi decided that he would make his way to his school, Hopes Peak Academy, the most prestigious academy that tutored only the best of the best and helped nurture the student's natural talents. After being scouted, he had earned a full scholarship under the pretence of being the Ultimate Mechanic. Meaning he was the best mechanic in most likely all of Japan (for his age anyways). 

Touching a hand to his bruised stomach, Kazuichi wondered what the point of it all was, he wiped his teary eyes and walked faster, not wanting to be late to the academy. Of course, he knew it wasn't normal for a father to do this, to abuse their only son physically, emotionally... or sexually, but it had been like this as soon as his mother had passed away a few years ago, no one would care about his situation, nevertheless him.

Kazuichi decided that that had been enough deep thinking of the day and began thinking of how he would survive yet another encounter with the students of Hopes Peak Academy. As the large building loomed in front of him, he wondered how they had thought someone like him belonged there, although he had a knack for mechanics, he wouldn't go as far to say he was an Ultimate. He was trash after all, and trash served to be disposed of.