𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔..

Lights out, eyes open

/𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎, 𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕀𝕃𝕃ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔼𝕊, 𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻, 𝕀ℕ𝕊𝔸ℕ𝕀𝕋𝕐 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ../

~𝔐𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰,
𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰..
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤..~

A loud crash filled the house, eyes darting around his empty room but he didn't dare to move from the comfort of his bedsheets. A grunt came from outside of his room, his lips sealed shut as he squeezed his eyes closed facing the wall beside his 'bed'. Which in reality, was just a mess of blankets and an old mattress which was huddled in the corner of the basement. His lips curled into a small frown as the wooden door swung open, light flooding into the room, creating a spotlight on the area beside him. "Get up." The voice was stiff, no emotion but annoyance behind it, Shoūto pushed himself up, bowing his head as he stood before the beast of a man in front of him.

"Follow me."

That's all he had to say, and dred coursed through the smaller boy's veins, but didn't protest, keeping up with his so called 'Father' walking through the expensively painted hallways. Wallpaper was slightly chipped at the bottom, but no one dared to even inform Endeavour about it, no one knew how much pain Shoūto had gone through, and still goes through. He hates being in the same household as the No.2 'hero', not like Endeavour was an actual hero, out of everything, he was a heartless beast that killed and beat those on a lower scale in society than him. Out of everyone, Shoūto would say he was considered on a lower scale than everyone else, Endeavour's words and actions made him think this way. Why? Well, the heartless creature liked to beat the boy for as long and as much as he wished. No questions answered or asked. It worked this way, pain was the only thing Shoūto ever felt.

Yes, you would say he had friends at 'Yeuii Academy' but he didn't think that way, not in a million years. Never. Friends were weaknesses, they were people just awaiting the time they could see you at the weakest point, before kicking you down further and into the abyss of depression and helplessness. This always happened, not like Shoūto ever had friends in his lifetime, but he knew it was true. His siblings were his friends.. right?

They left him, yes, for different reasons, some because they were selfish enough to end their own lives and leave Shoūto with the abusive beast of a father. He understood why they did it, but he wanted to do that, he wanted to die. He understood why Natsuo quit his fight against the injuries and ended his own life, mutilating his own neck with a kitchen knife, Shoūto walking in a second too late. Toūya either ran away, or was taken, kidnapped in other words, being set free from the household of hell. Shoūto just wished he could be taken too, nothing could be worse than Endeavour's beatings, dis encouraging words and punishments. If only Rei and Natsuo could've held on a little longer..

"Pay attention!" His bellowing voice caused shivers to run down the teen's back, a handful of fire being slammed into his face. The frail boy fell to the floor, a tremendous burning sensation caused him to bite his bottom lip, hiding a whimper as he stood, bowing his head once more. "Good boy. Now, clean the mess up in this room, I have a meeting to attend to." Shoūto weakly responded with respectable words as Endeavour left the hallway, his footsteps echoing throughout the mansion.

The teenager hesitated before grabbing the door handle, his fingers curling around the metal before slowly turning it, and pushing it open. His eyes widened at the sight as a gasp left his plump lips, dark eyelashes tangling together as his legs buckled beneath him. "N-no.." A tear left his eye, running down his cheek as more followed, he crawled over to the limp body of the silver haired girl. Blood stained her nightgown, a large gash was in the side of her forehead, recently wounded. His hands shakily picked her up, cradling her body as his salty tears soaked her torso. "No.. no, no.. NO!"

Sobs racked his small body, his whole body shaking as he cradled her limp body, eyelashes tangling together with salty tears. He didn't want to let go, he couldn't lose his last sibling, he couldn't, Fuyumi was like a mother to him. After Rei was sent away, Fuyumi treated him like a little brother and son, he was always put before her needs and health. Now.. this just showed how much of a monster Endeavour was. Burn marks littered her paling skin, bruises becoming more prominent and more bleeding wounds becoming seen. Char stained her bloody nightgown, she was not only hit over the head with something and stabbed a few times.. but Endeavour had ruthlessly burned her alive, Shoūto whimpered, hugging her one last time as his tears no longer left his glossy eyes.

"She's gone.. s-she's gone.. I'm- I'm alone, I'm a-alone! They're all g-gone.. I'm the o-only one l-last.."

A low chuckled left his parted lips, his fingers curling up into two fists as he slammed then down against Fuyumi's corpse. "I'm all a-alone now.." His head rested upon her breasts as his lips perked up into a sadistic smirk, hitting the corpse once again before standing. "T-that bastard did this. He did this! He killed them.., he killed them all!" His chuckles turned into giggling, before hysterical laughing erupted from his lungs. His knuckles turned white as his nails dug into his skin, he was ready. Ready for anything brought his way, his laughter rung through the mansion, his lips stretched into a wide smile as his eyes widened looking around the messy room.

It didn't take long before he took control over himself once again, his fists clenching as flames rose from his left side, ice forming around the other half of his body as he shot it towards the corpse. He needed to get rid of it, and leave, he could blame it on Endeavour. Or.. His eyes averted to candlesticks on top of the mantlepiece, perfect. He walked over to them knocking one to the floor, the carpet setting fire soon after. He giggled, shooting flames towards his beloved sister's body, watching it burn, the smell of burning flesh caused his stomach to clench, but he didn't care.

He disabled his quirk, speedwalking to his room before packing up a bag as quick as he could, pocketing his phone before he turned to the window at the end of the hallway, taking a deep breath. His fingers clasped around the handle of his bag before he slammed a fist into the glass. His face contorted to a look of pain as he fell to the grass below, landing perfectly. There was only one place he could go to, and he wouldn't be judged, he could lie and always get someone to believe him.

That person, was Midoriya.