Breaking

16

This will be short, but it's still an update, right?

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Shinsou called his dads in before starting to ask questions.

S: Shinsou
A: Aizawa
H: Hizashi
K: Kaminari

S: Did you sleep last night?

K: No

A: Was it just last night that you didnt sleep?"

K: No.

A: How long has this been going on?"

K: Few months.

S: Why didnt you tell any of us?"

K: I dont want to be a burden. I'm used to no one actually caring about me, or what I feel or do. Why would that change?

H: is there anything else that you've been hiding from us?

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Shut up shut up shut up!!! Dont say anything! Break free! They can't find out! Make it stop! I hate you!!

Kaminari screamed in his mind. He knew he was under Shinsou control, and he hated himself for falling into that trap, and he hated Shinsou for using his quirk on him.

He was just a burden to everyone around him. If they found out that he hadn't stopped Cutting, they would either send him to a mental hospital, or they would try to help him.

He couldn't let the people who had already invited him into their home, and took care of him, drop everything that they were doin, to try to help him. He was such a burden.

He couldn't control himself as his mouth opened, and his own voice betrayed him, confirming Hizashi's question.

"What? What have you been hiding?" Aizawa, Kami's homeroom teacher; his current guardian, asked, clear fear/concern in his voice.

Shut up! Dont say a word! Dont be more of a burden! Dont say a thing! They'll hate you!

Kami, without being able to control what came out of his mouth, answered.

"I've been cutting and making myself throw up."

There was silence as the three others processed what he had said.

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"Show me." Aizawa said quietly.

Kami pulled off the pikachu hoodie that he was wearing, showing the arms wrapped in gauze.

Aizawa kneeled in front of the poor boy, unwrapping the bandages, to reveal the scars, older, and fresh cuts; some still oozing blood.

Aizawa pulled the boy into his arms, Hizashi choked back a sob, and Shinsou stared at the cuts in horror.

"Dad," shinsou muttered, holding his head as a migraine came fast and hard from overusing his quirk. "I cant-" his hold over the off brand pikachu came undone, as he buried his head in his arms, trying to ease the pain.

Kami jerked back to reality as soon as the quirk was released.

He found himself in Aizawa's arms, his hoodie off, and the bandages on his arms unwrapped.

He jerked away, pushing aizaw off of him, eyes wide, and his breathing picking up, as he jumped up and ran to the room he was staying in.

Hizashi jumped up to follow him, but when he reached the boy's door, it was already shut and locked.

He banged on the door, begging Kaminari to open up. Aizawa and Shinsou stood behind the loud blonde.

Meanwhile, Denki is in the farthest corner from the door, cover ling his ears, and shaking his head, trying to drown the voices out.

He couldn't breathe. He felt like his chest had closed up on him. He gasped for air hungrily, never getting enough, his breathing too fast to actually work.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." He yelled at himself, as the voices in his head laughed, and jeered at him. They told him to jump. They told him, well, reminded him, of how useless, and unwanted he was. How he was just a burden. How he should hand let his mom kill him, or just killed him himself.

The banging on the door hadn't stopped. He thought the door would have broken down by now, bit he had put a chair under the door handle, to make sure no one came in.

He let out a sob.

He hated himself.

Why did he have to disappoint everyone.

Kami felt sick. He felt vomit rushing up his throat. He jumped up, immediately getting dizzy, but not taking a moment to recover, rushing to the trash can that was by his desk, throwing basically nothing up. He coughed and gagged, but having not eaten anything recently, threw up nothing.

He jerked away when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and pushed himself into a corner, whimpering slightly, still coughing.

Shinsou stood where kami was a minute ago, confusion and concern plastered across his face.

He gently knelt down, slowly making his way towards the whimpering boy in the corner, saying comforting words.

When he reached the other, he slowly pulled him out of the corner, and basically into his lap.

He held him: Kami's back pressed agaisnt Shinsou's chest, his arms wrapped around the smaller, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Still holding him with one arm, Shinsou ran his fingers through the other's soft hair, playing with it gently.

Kaminari's breathing began to slow, as he began to relax slightly. His arms wrapped around his own waist, trying to hide his arms, ashamed of what he had done. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep, but everytime he did, tue nightmars plagued him.

He closed his eyes slowly, listening to his crush, and the guy he lived with, whisper sweet nothings into his ear, before he began humming slightly.

And like that, Kaminari fell into a peaceful sleep, without nightmares.

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Some dadzawa, dadmic, fluff shinkami, and a whole lot of angst in this one

Word count, 920, not including a/n.

Also, if you are wondering how Shinsou got in... the window.

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