Inmate

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

During the ride back home, all I could do was stare at the photo of Katsuki and I.

"Father?" I asked, powering off my phone and dropping it into my bag.

"What, Shouto?" His eyes were glued to the road ahead.

"Uhm.. Could we stop at a pharmacy before we go home?" I fidgeted with my fingers.

"For what?"

"I think.. my heat is soon. So I need to get more pills."

"We have at home."

"But I'm running low. Wouldn't it be bad if I ran out of pills during it?" Father gripped the wheel, his knuckles turning white. He grunted.

He took a turn down a road we don't usually take when heading home, which obviously meant he was complying and taking me to the pharmacy.

I hopped out of the car as soon as he parked in the parking space.

I grabbed my phone, putting it in my pocket and running inside.

First, I got the pills. I really hate them but didn't actually need to buy more but I needed to make him believe that's what I was there for.

Second, I went over to the little machine by the cash register, plugging my phone into the aux cord attached to it.

Soon, all my photos popped up onto the screen of the computer-like machine.

I clicked on the photo of Katsuki and I, choosing the photo size to be 4 x 6 inches. Clicking the next button, the machine asked how many copies I wanted. I selected two, then clicked the 'print' button.

I waited less than a minute, listening to the sounds the machine made. Finally, the photos printed.

I waited in line, paying for the pills and the photos. I smiled at the cashier, wishing them a goodnight before heading back to the car.

I hid the photo's in my coat pocket, opening the car door and sitting in the front seat.

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We arrived home. I ran up to my room, tossing the bag of pills into the trash. What a waste of money.

I slipped one of the photo's into my bag, then taped the other one onto my mirror. I smiled at it.

My eyes watered, realizing that Katsuki will probably never smile like that again.

Instinctively, my hands held onto my stomach as I cried on my bed. Before I knew it, I had cried myself to sleep.

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Third Person POV

Enji walked upstairs, bee-lining to Shouto's room.  He knocked, but never received an answer.

"Shouto.  Come downstairs." Enji boomed, knocking on the door again.  At this point, his patience had been lowered to zero.

The large man barged his way into the bicolored boy's room, but stopped when he saw that he was asleep. 

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught the bag of pills in the trash can, then the photo of the pair together on Shouto's mirror.

The hot-headed Father only grunted, then left the room.

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Shouto's POV

I yawned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up.  I hadn't realized that I fell asleep.  I dreamt of Katsuki.  We were together, he wasn't a prisoner anymore.  I wish I would never wake up from that dream, but that would mean Katsuki would be alone.

The time on my alarm clock said 23:38. I huffed. I'm going to be so tired in the morning.

I got out of bed, stretching. I changed into some comfortable clothing then walked downstairs.

I stopped halfway, hearing Father on the phone with someone. I didn't move.

"Yea.. Yea.. Don't fucking do shit on your own. You follow my damn orders and do it when I fucking tell you to." He groaned, then hung up.

"Father..?" I finished walking down the stairs. He turned to face me.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"I was. I just woke up. What was that about?"

"It's nothing important to you. Just work."

"Oh uhm.. Okay." I walked to the refrigerator. I felt his cold stare pierce through me.

I quickly grabbed a bottle of water before making my way upstairs.

"I'm going back to bed."