Curtains Drawn

Wait for it

I couldnt find good fanart for this chapter so i used the closest one. Maybe i will draw the next one myself?  :'0)

Shouto was absolutely terrified. He couldn't feel his hands, he couldn't see clearly, he was scared. He was on his knees.

"Get up." Endeavor said harshly. Shouto just wanted to grab his ears and shrink. To sink into the ground and stay there until he died. He was begging to be taken away.

"D-dad I can't! I... I- please..." His voice was broken and scratchy. Sobs wracked the teen in harsh waves, leaving him gasping for air greedily, chest rising and lowering painfully. He grabbed his hands in close and started to cry even more, tears flowing down his cheeks and down his jaw. He could feel them tickle the bottom of his nose and his top lip.

The teen crumpled away, leaving the pitiful sight of a hurting child.

"You honestly think that's going to stop a villian? Bitching wont get you the number one spot, shouto. So get up and FIGHT!" Endeavor took a heavy step twords the teen, not even minding that he was in pure despair and tears, and yanked him by the base of the neck. He threw him a few feet away from the tear soaked spot and mocked him further.

"Your going to be strong shouto, like it or not! I am your creator, I control your life, I control you. So, GET UP AND FIGHT ME!" Endeavor went to send shouto another shove but was stopped when he sensed the temperature drop and his hand be encased in ice.

Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, I C E!

All he could see was red, the ice of that useless wretch ran through his creation. It was a empty gift that he got. Her little sparks of usefulness burning with his power in him.

He easily broke free, eyes burning with both anger and disgust. He couldn't get through to him when he did this, even if he beat him senseless. Guess he got his stubbornness, too.

"Fine you stubborn child! Do what you want! I could care less anymore! You wont listen, fine!"  He turned and made a vicious huff,  eyes almost glowing from the anger and distaste. He slammed the door to the training room in a fit, shaking the frames and leaving a echo of anger.

"...im sorry, im sorry I- I'll do better...im sorry...mom, im sorry!..." The soft mumbling of the split haired teen said, it was weak and sorrowful. Like a lost child. A helpless child.

He was terrified.

- x -

Waking up was something of a hassle for bakugou katsuki. He would always feel heavy and slow, making it not worth getting up. He would wait until his father would come and coax him out if his room, urging him to eat breakfast with them, desperate for their son.

He didn't want to though.

He wanted to sleep until he died, to wait until his vision blurred and his senses dulled. To be incased in quietness and stillness untill he felt worthy to be alive. Thats what he wanted, to be worthy.

He wasn't though. Not in his book.

He remembers it to clearly. The sounds, the sight, the feeling. He remembers seeing him jump, he remembers running into a empty scene, shoes and note prepared for him.

He wasn't worth the trouble of living. Not after what he did to... To him.

He missed the mumbling and awkward smiles, the calm panic that came with minor inconveniences. He missed how no matter what he was still kacchan.