Uncontrollable Fire.

Unknown number: bro

He never saw himself here, and most of the times it was just going through the motions.

"Go to sleep," Katsuki wouldn't yell at an eight-year-old, not even if it was two AM and he had two shifts at work tomorrow. It didn't help every time he even raised his voice a little it would set off a whole new set of giggles. So being the adult he claims he is to a select few he slams the door and fleas to his room.

One eight year old is a lot, two eight-year-old girls is a nightmare he doesn't think he'll ever wake up from.

Why did he agree that she could have a friend over? On a school night nonetheless. Sure she didn't have a lot of friends, and he is really glad she found one--or was. At least he could sleep now, that is if they kept it down.

Twenty-four he decided wasn't his time. School had only started last month for Kaede and it was already killing him, work wasn't any better, one at a cafe, the other at the library. None of it paid well, and he'd probably need another one soon if he wanted to keep a roof on their head, and clothes on his daughter's back.

Shuffling into his room, leaving his door open in case. He laid down it had felt like days since he had. He had two shifts today at first at the library from 8 to 2 just enough time for him to get to Kaede's school, and drop her off at daycare to get to his next one at 3 to end at 10. He worked weird hours, but it worked for him-for them.

He just closed his eyes when his phone buzzed on his nightstand, he was about to brush it off when it went off again, he grabbed his phone glaring at it. It was almost 3 AM he didn't need this.

2:45 AM

Unknown number: i need to know how tall obama is rn!!!

Unknown number: denki????

Glaring at the screen he watched as the bubble popped up. Quickly followed by the shitty, God awful text.

Unknown number: bro

Why couldn't this idiot just google this shit, he turned off his phone, alarm be damned. It'd be tomorrow Katsuki's problem.

Even if now he felt more awake dealing with dumbasses' tended to do that to him, he tried to sleep. It would be his only chance until the next night and that seemed a million years away.

Katsuki's sleep was fitful, he woke up a total of two times thinking that someone was standing outside of his door, the other thinking he missed his alarm clock, he hadn't.

Woken to two pairs of eyes blinking owlishly at him, it took him a moment to remember where he was, then he was up, and tripping over his blanket, he only managed to get one foot under him before he was tumbling to the floor.

Causing the two girls to run out of his room laughing.

"haha," he grumbled rolling onto his back, reaching for his phone on his nightstand his fingers just grasped it when it too came tumbling down on to the floor.

"Fuck," He cursed as his phone booted it up, he should've probably upgraded but who's got enough money to do that? not him.

As his phone started up he got up, brushing his teeth, and trying to tame his hair with his fingers, he walks to the kitchen. The girls sitting at the counter colouring pages spread out in front of them.

Shoving his phone in his pocket he started cooking breakfast, he felt it buzz against his leg as notifications came in. He never really had any important notifications, the most important ones only coming from Kaede's school.

The rest of the morning was spent in a flurry, making sure both girls had everything and had eaten properly. Grabbing coffee on the way out for himself. Only barely having enough time for a shower to add on top of everything. They were out the door.

He was sitting in the parking lot of the library when he checked his phone, forgetting about last night and the whole wrong number. Fucking stupid.

Trying to be a decent person, which was new to him, and horrible on every level. He texted back to let the idiot know that they had the fucking wrong number.

7:31 AM

Me: wrong number, you fuck.

Nobody said he had to put it nicely.

Taking one last swig of his coffee he got out of his shit car, leaving both his phone and coffee cup. Locking the doors he prepared for another day of going through the motions.