In A Closet | Shinkami | bnha

But Dad, I Love Him

So here's the tea-

@Dusty_Trxsh wants to see pikachu suffer so I comply 

....sorry

TW: Homophobia and abuse   (I'll put a summary at the top of the next chapter and I'll put another warning when it'll start so you can read the first part if you wish)

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Insomniac's POV

We were standing at the doorway of my dorm. I was just inside my door and he was right across from me on the other side of the frame.

"Uh- would you like to come in?" I asked him hoping to spend a couple more hours or so with the beautiful blonde.

"Yeah, su-" 

Just then his phone buzzed and he jumped a little bit. Pulling it out of the pockets of his jeans you could see his face drop. That cute smile I never wanted to disappear was gone.

"Kami, are you okay?" I asked as he looked back up and wore a fake smile.

"Oh, um- yeah. I actually can't stay, my dad needs me at home."

"Okay then, that's fine. I'll see you later then."

"Yep, I really enjoyed tonight." 

This time he put on a small, real smile and stood upon his tippy toes. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to my cheek. My face flushed red and a smile broke my normally staic face. He started to walk away whilst twiddling with his hands. 

"Uh- text me when you get back to your dorm, bye!" I called after him.

"Okie, bye!" He turned a little and showed his cute freckled face for the last time that night.

I walked further into my dark dorm room and locked the door. As I made my way over to my bed my face started to go back to it's pale colour. I flopped backwards onto my bed and under my breath I whispered to myself.

"Today was amazing."

TW: Homophobia and abuse ;-;

*Skip to the Kaminari household *

Poor bby Kami's POV

I inhaled deeply as I approached the door. My father and I have had a rocky relationship ever since I came out to my family as bisexual. That was around the time he started abusing me and making remarks like 'I will not raise a f*ggot' or 'No son of mine will be a homosexual'.

Taking out the silver keys from my pocket. I now stood on the porch facing the door; God, I hope I'm not going to get hurt again. The final twist. My keys swivelled and the click of locks opening could be heard. I pushed the wooden door forward and was greeted by an empty hallway. I slowly walked down until I was met with an archway. It led to the living room. The living room where my dad sat. The living room that leads to something that most likely will abuse me.

"Are you going to stand there or come greet your father." My dad nonchalantly said.

Surprised by the sudden noise, coming from something other than the TV his eyes seemed to be glued on, I yelped and jumped back slightly.

"Well?" He impatiently said as his voice raised again.

I hurried my way over towards the lounge. Alcohol. There were alcohol bottles scattered on the floor. Not as many as there has been but still enough to make his weight drunk; or at least intoxicated to the point of doing something irrational. wait is that what drunk is? I crept closer towards him not yet making eye contact. The dimly lit room gave an eerie feel and I could feel that this night would not end well. 

"Hello father." I whispered in a soft voice.

I was leaning forwards to kiss his cheek but he raised his hand and stopped me from coming closer.

"I will not have a f*g touch me!" His voice rose and his tone was dark.

I took a step backwards in hopes of distancing us but he stood himself up and gripped the beer bottle in his left hand. I unconsciously kept walking backwards as he tried to intimidate me with his height and stance. And it was working.

"After all the times I've shown you where being gay gets you, you keep doing it. Have I not hurt you enough?!" He yelled the last part and I watched as his fist around the bottle tightened more than I thought possible. 

"I-I have s-stopped, what do you mean?" I stuttered in a small voice as my body started to shake.

"I saw you tonight, with that boy!"

He raised his left hand holding the bottle in it. I knew what was coming. This happened most times I came home and was a definite scenario if he were intoxicated (which he was). Bracing myself for impact I raised my arms above my head. The shaking had gotten worse and sometime between the walking and the arm raising tears started to roll down onto my cheeks. He finally swung downwards.

SMASH!

The bottle broke upon my head and cut into my scalp. My thoughts finally returned to me and the shaking stopped as I came back to my senses from the sudden impact. As he took a stance for a harder hit I picked up my steps and ran towards a wall.

"Where are you going you ungrateful hell spawn" He yelled at me. Jeez these insults are very creative, im talent -3-

He caught up to me and slammed my body against the wall. I slid down the wall and more tears spilled from my tear ducts. Hit after hit with a broken beer bottle came at me. Droplets of alcohol left from before dripped into my cuts but I've felt worse. My father's been worse. 

Sometime through the shaking, hitting and crying he had dropped the bottle and was now using his bare fists mixed with the odd kick. The pain wouldn't subside but it wasn't really affecting me. I had drowned out the surroundings such as the TV and his remarks and only focused on... nothing really. 

Nothing. 

I guess you could explain how I felt with that word, nothing. The pain from cuts and punches felt like nothing. His homophobic comments felt like nothing. The tears drowning me felt like nothing. The abuse felt like nothing. Of course I hadn't lost the ability to feel and the hits still hurt like hell but in the moment my mind had blanked and I didn't matter. 

I hadn't noticed but within the period of my dark thoughts and loss of feeling my dad had given up and left. I did catch his final remark of 'that'll teach you to kiss boys'. But I can't change this. I had actually forgotten how this started but in that moment it came back. I remembered one feeling, love. The love I felt for Shinso. Of course it was too early to call it love but he cared for me, right? He liked me and had reciprocated my feelings. My heart gave off a sparky feeling and my stomach did a small flip. This beating had a point but the point made me feel so good. A small smile crept onto my face as I remembered that someone out there cares for me. I picked my almost limp body up into a small ball. I let myself be fully supported by the wall and rested my head in my knees. Slowly I drifted into sleep thinking a happy thought. The light of this situation had somehow made it's way into my mind.

He cares.

TW over

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Summary: He went home and his father wasn't very nice to him. He was abused and then drifted into his sleep. Though this happened Denki was able to sleep peacefully knowing Shinso cared for him.

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Oops my finger slipped and it kinda wrote that...

QUESTION: when reading, can ya'll envision the whole thing in your head or must you have visual imagery?

Oh and listening to music too, can you picture that?

YA'LL, IM SORRRRRRY ;-;

Hope ya'll liked that chapter? bdufikjsbdxvikknebsdjv