I Hate Everything About You||KiriBaku

3: Facing Facts

A/N: Credit to artist for the art above, which I believe is part of a KiriBaku comic about Kirishima being the traitor..?

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I carelessly shoved the cigarette in the full, battered ashtray, took a swig of my beer, and slammed it back down on the table with a thud.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I rubbed my face with one hand, then my temples, trying to rid myself of a banging headache that just wouldn't budge.

Fucking hell...

The pain intensified.
Frustrated, I yelled and grabbed my nearly-empty beer bottle, then hurled it at the wall. It smashed loudly, liquid dripping down the cracked wallpaper, brown glass spreading in all directions.

A second later, the neighbour banged on the wall repeatedly - which happened often - in an attempt to shut me up.

'FUCK YOU!' I cried out, and it was likely he'd heard me, since the walls of the apartments were paper-thing and weren't insulated. Cause apparently that's all I can fucking afford.

My head still hurt.

And I had four hours till I had to be at the Black Horse for this shitty class reunion.

'Goddammit...' I muttered angrily, stalking across the cramped apartment and opening the empty fridge.

I leant my forehead against the cool frame, my shoulders shaking, my jaw clenched.

No way was I ready for this. No way was I ready for them to see me like this. No way was I ready for him to see me like this.

Scratching at the stubble that had risen on my cheeks, I made a radical decision.

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I scrolled through my call list. Almost all were my goddamn mother's contact from every time she had tried to reach me and I'd purposefully ignored her.

Signing, I reluctantly clicked her contact name, and my phone began to ring.

She picked up quickly, too quickly, and her angry, concerned-parent voice immediately began squawking out of the phone.

It took several minutes to calm her down, and when I eventually had, I began to speak croakily into the phone.

'Look ma...I know I've been a...a shit excuse for a son lately...but there's this event tonight. A class reunion...thing. And...I'm pretty sure I'm going to go but I...I need a haircut so...can I ask you for a favour..?'

'A favour..?' She said incredulously. 'A damn favour?!'

I had to hush her again before I could carry on talking.

'Ma, please, I just...need to look my best. So uhm...do...do you think you could cut my hair..? Like you used to..?'

Her end of the phone remained silent.

'And...and I may need to borrow some of dad's clothes....?'

Again, silence.

Goddammit.

'Ok look...I promise that if you do this one thing for me I'll-' I hesitated for a few seconds, sighing. 'I'll look into one of the rehab things you sent me.'