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I dreamt this up in a sleep deprived haze last night, but...
The worst night of Natsuo's life had him blindly texting his sister to get out his favorite ice cream--rocky road--and telling her not to ask why.
He and his girlfriend got into a fight and it'd already been the worst
The worst night of Natsuo's life had him blindly texting his sister to get out his favorite ice cream--rocky road--and telling her not to ask why.
He and his girlfriend got into a fight and it'd already been the worst
possible day, between university's unbearable stress, worry for his exams, and then the two of them got into it. He just exploded. They were just shouting at each other, screaming back and forth, and he just. He saw red.
There's a yelp and the sound of clumsy feet stumbling
There's a yelp and the sound of clumsy feet stumbling
backward before a body hits the floor, and suddenly she's on the ground, just /staring/ at him. Her eyes are wide and slowly filling up with tears, the pale skin of her cheek already bright red where he hit her.
He instantly claps both hands over his mouth, shocked and in
He instantly claps both hands over his mouth, shocked and in
disbelief. He reaches out to her, tries to apologize, he's sorry, he's sorry, he just got angry! He didn't mean to!
But she smacks his hand away and shouts at him not to touch her. She's crying now, and her shoulders are subtly shaking. She's scared of him.
In that moment he's
But she smacks his hand away and shouts at him not to touch her. She's crying now, and her shoulders are subtly shaking. She's scared of him.
In that moment he's
struck by how much she resembles his mother, white hair in disarray and face red and swelling, just the way mom's used to be when she'd emerge from the training hall, face a mess from trying to get in his fatherâs way.
She looks just like his mom, just as hurt and scared, and he
She looks just like his mom, just as hurt and scared, and he
hates it. He did that, and more irrationally anger bubbles up when he sees her back away on the floor, and then slowly stand.
She turns and skitters away, and he follows in a daze. She's in their bedroom, hurriedly stuffing some clothes into her school bag.
"Wh-What're you-"
She turns and skitters away, and he follows in a daze. She's in their bedroom, hurriedly stuffing some clothes into her school bag.
"Wh-What're you-"
"Don't talk to me!" She snaps, tone waspish and foreign. "D-Don't you ever speak to me again, Natsuo Todoroki! Don't you /dare/! We are /done/!"
He's powerless to stop her, to make her stay. She hurries for her shoes, still shaking, and disappears out the door. He gets a nasty
He's powerless to stop her, to make her stay. She hurries for her shoes, still shaking, and disappears out the door. He gets a nasty
text from her best friend about twenty minutes later, threatening to press charges. He wouldn't blame them.
He hates her for leaving, hates her for having the guts to do what his mother never would, but most of all, he hates himself for making it happen.
That's when the tears
He hates her for leaving, hates her for having the guts to do what his mother never would, but most of all, he hates himself for making it happen.
That's when the tears
first start, after receiving that message. He starts to cry and can't stop, on his knees and curled up on the floor, sobbing into his hands. What has he /done/?!
He blindly pulls out his phone and texts his sister. He can't stay here, he can't, the guilt is too much, he- he has
He blindly pulls out his phone and texts his sister. He can't stay here, he can't, the guilt is too much, he- he has
to leave.
He takes the next train home and keeps his head down so no one can see him crying, and sure enough finds an untouched carton of rocky road ice cream waiting for him in the kitchen.
He takes it and ducks back to his childhood room, shutting himself inside and feeling
He takes the next train home and keeps his head down so no one can see him crying, and sure enough finds an untouched carton of rocky road ice cream waiting for him in the kitchen.
He takes it and ducks back to his childhood room, shutting himself inside and feeling
particularly pathetic as he starts to gourge himself. He finishes the whole thing, forcing it down even after his stomach starts cramping and the overbearing sweetness makes him nauseous. He doesn't care. He's a fucking monster.
He's... he's just like his dad, isn't he?
He's... he's just like his dad, isn't he?
