Katsuki laid on his side in his bed, practically smothered by blankets, the tears still rolling down his eyes. It had been a week since his father passed and he couldn't bear to show his face to the world. The only time he would get out of bed was when he grew hungry or had to use the bathroom. However, Mitsuki was a polar opposite of Katsuki. She had already begun looking for another man, often going to apps like Tinder to find a guy to hook up with. It made Katsuki angry. How could his mother just move on like that?! She loved him for over fourteen years yet she would just throw all of his love away like it was nothing? Katsuki felt as if Mitsuki stopped caring about Masaru and him a long time ago. Come to think of it, why did Mitsuki even fight for him? She didn't treat Katsuki like a normal parent would. Did she only fight for him to spite his father? He wouldn't put it past her, but a part of him wanted to believe that she genuinely wanted to have Katsuki. These thoughts were cut off by Mitsuki barging into Katsuki's room. He didn't even have to look up to see that she was glaring at him frustrated with the ash blonde's state.
"Are you ever going to get up Katsuki?!" Mitsuki asked, looming over Katsuki's covered body. "You've been lying there for a week!"
Katsuki groaned a little, turning to his side. He wasn't in the mood to be talking to anyone. He just wanted to be by himself. However, Mitsuki wasn't with her son's willingness to ignore her.
"God, will you just get over this already?!" She grumbled, going over to his window and ripping the shades open, allowing the bright sunlight to intrude Katsuki's room. Katsuki groaned at the sudden brightness, tugging his blanket over his face, blocking the light out. However, Mitsuki ripped the blanket off of him and stood over his body. "All you've done was lay there and be sad for the past week!"
Katsuki groaned again, putting his hands up to his face.
"It's hard mom..." Katsuki mumbled. "It's hard to not be sad when it's my fault that my dad died..."
Mitsuki rolled her eyes.
"Oh, will you just get over that already?! Your father is dead because he was a coward and couldn't handle not getting what he wanted."
Katsuki felt hot tears well in his eyes, as his mother's words ripped into his now-deceased father. He desperately wanted to argue with her, to tell her that the lies she was saying were false, that his father was a good man that had been broken. However, when he opened his mouth, a lump formed in his throat, stopping him from talking. He shut his eyes, the combination of not wanting to look towards his mother and not wanting to show anyone his weak side took over his body. However, the desperate urge to sob had come barreling through the walls he had set up to hide his feelings of sadness. He felt his entire body tremble as he curled into a ball and sobbed even louder than when he had discovered his father's corpse. His mother just scoffed, annoyed by her son's childish behavior.
"God, I will not talk to you when you're acting like a child. I'm going to the store. Do you want anything?"
Katsuki didn't answer. He sobbed instead, hugging his knees to his chest.
"Fine. Be that way. But when I get back, all this sad shit better be fixed by the time I get back. Got it?"
Katsuki only nodded and with that, Mitsuki left her son. In Mitsuki's eyes, she was leaving to take a break from her child. However, in Katsuki's eyes, it was like Mitsuki had dropped in the middle of an endless ocean which was once dry, but after his parents had split up, that large space soon filled up with his tears, leaving him stranded. As the incidents with his father got worse, Katsuki felt weight grow on his waist and it pulled him down. However, Katsuki knew that if he had let the ocean take him, his father would be disappointed in him. So he fought. He kicked and thrashed in the water so he could stay afloat. He just wanted all of this to end, the sadness, the self-blame, his mother being rude to him, he wanted- no, needed this to end. Otherwise, Katsuki would count the days before he sank. But he wasn't sure how far he could keep staying afloat.
He threw the covers off of him and sat up. His mother was right, he had to get up. He let his feet dangle off the bed, making sure he got used to the cold, hardwood floor. Once he had felt that he was used to the cold, he stood up. He yawned, wiping away the tears he had once shed when his mother was present. He headed over to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror. His hair was all over the place, making it look disheveled. His eyes were a bright red, which had dark bags under his eyes. He sighed, taking his eyes off of his reflection. He wiped his eyes again, knowing that he would get called a child again for crying. If he had a choice, Katsuki would be in bed until the day he dies, sobbing his eyes out. However, Katsuki knew that if Mitsuki saw him crying, she would scold him about how he needed to act his age. He knew that crying was a good way to release his emotional pain. Now he needed to find a different way.
That's when his eyes came across an alternative.
Sitting on top of the porcelain sink was a small shaving razor. One that he was supposed to use when he had grown facial hair. One that his father had planned to teach him to use, before he and Mitsuki divorced... He had heard stories about how the physical pain of cutting would take away the emotional pain. Better yet, it was an alternative outlet for his emotional pain instead of being a baby. He wondered how much it would hurt him. He wondered how he could cover the marks up. He probably couldn't wear short sleeves anymore if he cut himself. He picked up the razor, feeling the hard plastic in his hand. However, after a few seconds, he set down the razor. He couldn't cut himself now. What if his mom walked in on him? He shuddered at the thought of her walking in on him holding a razor to his skin as the warm, crimson liquid spilled out of his fresh wounds. He could imagine the scolding he'd receive from her and how she better not catch him doing it again or he'll be sorry. Maybe when she was asleep, he would do it. However, he focused on going downstairs, looking for some food. He would probably eat lunch about now and then watch some TV.173Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNKNK6dVkzf
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Mitsuki strolled through the shop, her cart almost filled to the brim with food and clothes. Life had been good to her ever since she left her husband. It was almost like she had been set free, like a bird being released from its cage, she could finally spread her wings again. However, she wasn't expecting Masaru to do what he did when he found out Katsuki would not be in his custody. She didn't care though, at least he wouldn't be bothering her about visiting Katsuki over the holiday season. Mitsuki was a little disappointed though, her getaway would soon end as she had found all the items she needed and would have to go home and deal with her child again. Maybe she would purchase a couple of snacks at the register, rent a couple of movies and lock herself in her bedroom for the night. Hell, she could even scroll through Tinder and try to hook up with someone.
However, as she was planning her night, she failed to stop her cart from colliding with another cart, which belonged to a man who was holding a jar of pickles, his eyes drawn to the label. The cart bumped into the front of the stranger's cart, causing it to go back and bump the man in the leg. Due to the man being so focused on the jar, the sudden bump startled him, causing him to drop the jar. The jar stood no chance against the tiled floor, shattering as soon as it hit the ground. The combination of pickles, broken glass, and vinegar coated the floor, causing the floor to become slippery.
Mitsuki felt awful, knowing that if she hadn't been spacing off, she would have never hit the cart and caused such a mess. She knew that the poor guy would have to pay for the broken jar. She would not let him pay for it though since she was the one at fault. She just hoped that the man would accept her token of apology.
"I am so sorry, sir! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going! Are you ok?!"
The man sighed, wiping the vinegar off his hands on his shirt. He glanced down at Mitsuki. He was around six foot six and at least two hundred and seventy-five pounds. The man had bright, blue eyes, ones that reminded her of the beach. He had long, charcoal black hair that was tied in a bun. However, as soon as he saw Mitsuki, his eyes went wide.
"Oh my god, Mitsuki?" The man quizzically asked.
"Yes? That's me. How do you know my name?" Mitsuki hesitantly asked, a bit creeped out that a random stranger knew her name.
"You don't remember me?" The man asked, pointing to his chest. "It's me, Jason! You know, from high school?"
Mitsuki's eyes went wide. The stranger she had bumped into was Jason?! She and Jason were best buddies in high school, always finding some way to cause trouble. It was almost like they had felt love for each other. However, before they could confess their feelings, Jason had to move away. His father (who had been born quirkless) was in the navy so that if, god forbid, his son had been born quirkless, he could protect himself and his son from any villains or criminals. He had been deployed in Japan for eighteen years to protect the country. However, when Mitsuki and Jason were seniors, Jason's father had retired from the navy and brought his son back to the United States when Jason was seventeen. Mitsuki remembered being heartbroken that her partner in crime would move away and would probably never contact her again. As the years passed though, she got over it, but still kept a small area in her mind clear for him.
"Oh my god, Jason?!" Mitsuki said as a large smile formed on her cheeks. "It's been so long since we talked! How have you been?"
Jason smiled.
"I'm doing great, I'm glad that I'm back in Japan!"
"That's good to hear! I'm sorry about what happened just now! I'll cover the cost of it."
Jason shook his head.
"No, don't worry about it."
"No! I insist that I pay for it!" She said, opening her purse up, sticking her hand in it to find some money. After a second or two, she handed Jason a small stack of yen.
"It's fine, really!" He said with a chuckle. "I don't mind!"
She huffed slightly, giving the taller male a playful glare. She pushed the money into Jason's chest, determined to make sure he accepted the fact that she would pay.
"You will accept my money whether you like it or not!"
"Ok, ok, you win!" Jason laughed, raising his hands up in defeat. He gently grabbed the money from Mitsuki's hands and stuffed it in his pocket. "I'll accept your payment on one condition."
Mitsuki raised an eyebrow. One condition? What was he going to make her do? Or was he going to ask for more money?
"You free this evening?" He interrupted her thought process.
"Uh... Yeah!" She said, her smile returning to her face. "I'm free! Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was thinking I could take you out for a drink or two. So we could... I don't know, catch up?" He sheepishly asked, a small blush emerging on his cheeks.
Mitsuki's eyes widened. Was he asking her out on a date?! She felt as if this was all just one big dream, almost reaching up to her arm and pinch her shoulder to make sure. However, she didn't do so, just in case this wasn't a dream, she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her friend. Mitsuki scrambled through her cluttered mind, trying to come up with a coherent answer.
"I- um- Fuck!" She shouted unintentionally, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth. "I'd love to!"
Jason smiled his usual soft smile.
"Awesome! You want to meet at the Izakaya bar on Yamada Drive at seven today?"
Mitsuki smiled. "Sure!"
"All right. See you then!" Jason waved as he walked over to the register, paid for his items (and the broken pickle jar), and left the store.
Mitsuki let out a happy sigh, her smile stayed on her face unwavering. She couldn't believe it! A date with her best friend! Who knows? Maybe she and Jason could be more than friends and form the perfect couple! She would be esthetic if that were to occur, as she would love spending all of her time with Jason then waste her time with that pathetic excuse of a man named Masaru. However, she couldn't think about that right now.
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(2,305 words!)
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