happy to help (Kiribaku!! au) - (COMPLETED!)

day 3

Katsuki POV

03:18

'something on my bed is moving.'

i wake to and find that ei is having a night terror. 'I DONT KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT! GOD!'

i text my mom because i don't know how to deal with this situation.

mom

what? it's fucking 03:20

ei is having a night terror, how the fuck do i calm him

rub his back, pet his hair, whisper things into his ear like, 'it'll be okay' 'it's a dream' shit like that

thank you hag

your welcome bratsuki

i take the old hags advice. i rub his back, god i'm already uncomfortable. i pet his hair, it's really soft and cute when it's dow- FUCK ITS NOT CUTE. NOT RIGHT NOW. GO AWAY GAY FUCKING THOUGHTS. i whisper sweet nothings into his ear, within a few minutes, he's calm.

'thank god, time to sleep again.'

i try to sleep before i realize something.

'fuck my sleeping schedule, what if he has one and i don't wake up.'

fuck my life

i play on my phone for a few hours, me only thinking it's a few minutes (a/n anyone else?).

ei POV

april 23 20xx

screams, shouts, gunshots, fighting. it won't stop.

i look to my mom or dad for comfort, their fighting. my siblings all tremble in fear. me being the second oldest, i go to help comfort.

they push me. they don't want me. they all go to the oldest, tsuki.

i grab my stuffed shark, my only toy, and use it as comfort, and go into my safe space. i hear my mom yell, "HES A BASTARD!"

i know their talking about me. they always fight, my dad thinks i'm a good kid. my mom thinks i'm a piece of shit.

"HES YOUR SON!"
"NO HES NOT! HES ADOPTED!"

when i hear this, it all makes sense. why she hates me, why i'm different, why they all have brown hair and i have black. i don't want to stand out, i want a family.

i hear a gunshot.

my mom leaves for the night to get drunk.

i go out from my crawl space that's hidden behind my bed. no one knows about it, it's my safe space.

i go downstairs and what i saw horrified and traumatized me forever.

i see my dad. a gunshot in his head.
dead center.

i run up to my dad, try to listen to breathing patterns, pulses, anything.