Singing in the Halls of the Court

Not Me

Song: idontwannabeyouanymore- Billie Eilish

Don't be that way;

He fell, tears streaming down an angel-kissed face. They magnified his beautiful, fear-filled, jade eyes. His best friend, his brother, sneered at him, a growl erupting from his throat.

Fall apart twice a day;

The blond narrowed his crimson eyes, teeth bared in a challenge he knew would never be met. He left the nerd, the brat who thought he was so much better.

The boy watched him leave, swallowing fear and picking himself up. He gathered his things quickly, worried for another attack should he linger.

Something like betrayal choked him.

I just wish you could feel what you say;

As he walked through the halls of his school, a few that lingered to catch friends sneered at him.

For being quirkless. For being a wimp. For being worthless. For being.

It never stung as much as his brother's words. His friend. But each cut.

And he was slowly bleeding out.

Show, never tell;

When he finally arrived home, he took in a breath. Safe, yet not done acting just yet.

"I'm home!"

"How was school, dear?" his mother asked, matching eyes and green hair a few shades lighter than his own, the closest thing to home personified.

Her frame was weighed down by worry and the abandonment of his father. Her work took more out of her than she said, but he never said anything about it as a simple comfort to her.

It was the least he could do.

But I know you too well;

Betraying him, his mind went straight to Kacchan, how the blond lorded over him and let a crackling hand come much to close. How his side now burned and the scars left over from his 'lessons' seemed to ache every time she asked.

"It was good. I'm gonna go wash up."

He could tell. Maybe it was the way her eyes dimmed or the way her smile dimmed, but he could tell.

She didn't believe him.

Got a mood that you wish you could sell;

He stripped, taking quick notice of his side before dismissing it for the moment. The water was a little colder than he liked, so it would help his wound. Perhaps, if he was lucky, it would also wash away the phantom pain.

He rested his head on the shower wall, eyes closed as cool water ran down his back, making him shiver. The knot he managed to get out of his throat before showing that faked smile to his mother rushed back, choking him.

His chest tightened, ringing in his ears that drowned out the thumps of the water on his skin and tile. His eyes burned, but he bit back his tears.

He could cry later.

If teardrops could be bottled;

Washing quickly and hopping out, he dried and put on some sweats before addressing his side once more. He hissed at it before putting burn cream on it and wrapping it tightly. He covered it with an All Might t-shirt so no questions would be asked.