Cold as Ice (KuroKen)

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Tw: Homophobic slurs

Oikawa's POV

I stood before of my front door, shakily putting my hand on the door knob. I knew from the car stationed in the drive way that passed this door would be my father. He was surprisingly fine with me spending the last two days at Sugawara's, luckily, however, I was starting the feel bad for getting in the way of his plans and intruding on his family. So I lied. I said my aunt would be over today, it's just one night with him then I can figure a new plan out on Friday. I'll tell Kuroo what's happening and maybe he'll let me stay for a day or two so I don't bother Suga as much, however, considering neither of us have even met his family he chances of that were slim.

I opened the door hazardously, I made sure my steps were quiet. I slipped my shoes off first thing to ensure I could be unnoticed. The sounds of the tv radiated throughout the house from the living room, however, that was the only sound I heard. So I stupidly assumed he'd be sitting on the couch watching some show. So when I made my way towards the stairs I was more then surprised to see my father standing at the top of the stairwell about to descend.

"What are you doing back?" He asked in an almost disgusting tone of voice. "I thought you'd be at your friends house." He began to walk down the steps but stopped on the last one to stare at me. "Well?"

"I.." I didn't realize my voice was shaking a bit till I spoke, calm down Oikawa relax. "I didn't want to intrude any longer." I said, my voice as calm as I could possible make it. He glared at me to see if I was lying by any chance, not sure what I'd be lying about though.

"Are you wearing makeup?" He questioned with disappointment in his voice. I was, Suga gave me some which he stole from his mother. Nothing much just foundation to cover up the bruise and cut to avoid any sort of questioning from my classmates.

"Well I-"

"Fag." He scoffed at me before pushing past me to gain access to the living room. He threw himself down onto the couch and continued watching whatever was on tv. "Wash that shit off."

"You know what I will and when people ask me about the bruises and cuts I'll be sure to let them know who did it." When the rumor, that so happens to be true, about me being gay started in school I got called a whole bunch of shit. People can be ruthless, I've known that for a while now. There was a time were I didn't want to be seen in school since it just led to those types of words and names being thrown at me, but eventually it calmed down and I forgot what it was like to be torn down by my whole class, people still do it but not nearly to the same extent. However, now there was a whole new problem. It's like all the energy from my classmates has been channeled into my father. Something about the way he said it, like it was the worst thing in the world, just made me snap.

"What the fuck did you just say to me." He stood up from his place on the couch and stared at me with a mix of shock and anger. I should've been scared, really I should've been terrified but maybe the fear just hasn't hit me yet.

"I think you heard me." I scoffed back at him, turned away, and made my way up the stairs to my room. I wasn't able to make it up the stairs before I heard pounding footsteps and a tight grip pulled me back. I tumbled down the steps I'd just climbed and landed on my back. Of course standing above me was the culprit on the fall.

"I think you forgot who you were talking to," My father crouched down and smiled at me. "Why don't we try again. Wash that stupid ass makeup off your face." He picked up my face and pulled it towards him staring, into my eyes. What he was looking for I'm not sure but he seemed pretty upset with what he found. He roughly tossed my head back down onto the wooden floor before grabbing a fist full of my shirt collar and pulling me up to my feet. "If you like wearing makeup so much maybe I should give you more excuses to do so." A hard punch hit my eye, the same eye that was already bruises. My cut reopened and my bruise, which was slowly healing, began to form again.