Draw With Me? BNHA Horror Fanfic

Chapter 11👻 Familiar House

     Shouto sat in his room, laying around like he had been doing for the last five hours. In all honesty, he was bored and...distraught. Those weren't his favorite combinations.

   Last night's event really bothered him and he could barely get much sleep. What the girl said to him had really bothered him. His parents and siblings were looking at him like he was insane.

     Hell, he probably was at this point. He didn't want to believe it though.

     Shouto sighs as he turns on his side to face the window. The cloudy sky greeting him with little soft rain. "I'm not going crazy", he mumbles quietly. In his silence, he heard a knock at his door. Shouto didn't feel like getting up to open it, so he just told Fuyumi to come inside. She peeks her head in. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be making soba for dinner."

    Shouto looks back and smiles weakly at his sister. "Thanks." That was all he could really say without having a tremor in his voice.

     She nods her head and excuses herself. Fuyumi knew that Shouto wanted to be alone; it was probably best.

     At least that's what Enji told her.

     The boy glances up at the ceiling. "I do my part", he whispers, "and they'll do there's? What does that even mean? Tomura said that same thing...or at least close to it."

     '"Then follow the drawings."'

     Follow the drawings? Shouto sits up in bed—a little too fast to his head's liking as it begins to swirl in pain and distort his vision. Shouto presses the palm of his hand on his forehead and cringed at the repetitive thumping. When his eyes caught sight of a piece of dingy paper on his desk, he leans over and grabs it. It was the scribbled drawing Izuku gave him. "The house he drew; it looks like the one in my dream from the hospital."

    He lets out a small huff and smiles. "Then again, I never even saw what the outside looked like."

     Shouto's phone dings, indicating that he had received a message. The ringtone of explosions let him know that it was Katsuki. He grabs his phone and turns it on to see what the blond was saying.

Bakugou💥🙄: Hey. I'm coming by there today

Bakugou💥🙄: And you can't say otherwise

     Shouto rolls his eyes and answers his childhood friend with a short 'whatever' and tosses it at the end of his bed. That's when he received another text. He was feeling too drained to reach back and read what Katsuki had said. Probably something that involved a lot of explanation points and angry emojis. He'll just have to hear his wrath in person.

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     A knock was sounded from the door. Shouto sets his book down on the couch and walks towards the door. When he does, he sees a pouty blond at the door. "'Whatever?' Really? Is that all you had to text back to me when I'm doing everyone a favor by checking on you?"

   Katsuki clicks his tongue and steps inside, taking off his brown oxfords and slipping on some slippers. "And the fact that you didn't respond back made me more pissy. Be glad I'm here, Icyhot."

     Shouto chuckles as he closes the door. "I am happy you are here. I'm sure your whole paragraph of text messages were nothing but curse words."

     "WAS NOT!"

     "We've been friends sincethe the third grade, . I'm pretty sure I should know a lot about you by know."