The beginnings of a life (an Erasermic family/Shinkami story)

So, a little author's note first: I've written an Erasermic story during the lockdown, and I would like to formally apologize to everyone who read that then and reads it now because it truly is awful. I applaud anyone who managed to get through it, I had not yet learned how to spell and had yet to learn what grammar was (still haven't exactly gotten the hang of it). This is my apology.

ALSO THE COVER PICTURE (the hands) IS NOT MINE.
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Shinsou prided himself in covering it up. The abuse. The hopelessness. The anger. The desperation. He'd be covering it up for years before he met Aizawa, so why was it so hard to do it now that he knows him? And, why was it suddenly so hard to keep people out. Specifically, a certain blonde with a lightening bolt in his hair.