❣Third person❣

The sky's still dark, the only trace of light could be seen as a strip of glow. Illuminating from the moon through the one window the room held.

That's where he sat, tears slowly falling out of his eyes. The pride and anger he one tightly held slowly disintegrated along with the liquid that drained from his face.

Regret.

The life he lived only days prior was pitiful.

The scenes replay mercilessly in his head, over and over. Seeing his teacher as one of those. Limp and lifeless. Witnessing his mother with a bullet through her head. Without his father alongside her.

Everything's been going to shit, and its starting to get harder and harder to cope. How much longer can he take it? How much more can he endure?

Seemingly hours after blank stares and deepening thoughts, the boy stood, tired of shuffling towards the moonlight that would leave soon.

His steps resembled those of a toddler, quiet and unbalanced. He left the room, shutting the door behind him softly.

The feeble blond made his way to the bathroom. Passing the living room and the kitchen. Walking silently as the rest slept.

He walked into the secluded room crying slightly. Feeling more hopeless than ever.

Crying isn't working, not anymore

(AN: this is a little graphic ill mark a point where it ends.)

He started to rub at his forearm when he finally made his decision. His hand moved faster, causing the heat of the friction to sightly burn. He bared his nails and quickened his pace. Sending a sting from his forearm that shocked through the rest if his body. He pushed his nails deeper. Far more desperate in his moves. He cried out and bit at his arm, punching and bruising every spot he could. Not enough. His head shot up to an empty soap dish. It'll do... his relatively small hand wrapped around the soap dish and he pounded at himself ruthlessly, purposely hitting every scratch his nails made. The bruises became evident as the bite marks faded.

Not fucking enough

The blond looked around and began rummaging through a newly found cabinet located under the sink.

He finds it. The holy grail.

A box or razors leaning against a can of shaving cream.

He opens the box and pulls one out. These were disposable, but his conscience cursed at him for using someone's things without permission.

The razor appeared to be cheaply made, connected to a plastic handle. He broke the plastic part and quickly begun scraping at his arm with the leftover shards, which seemed simpler than using the actual razor, that lay next to him. He scraped at himself violently, soon enough drawing blood, which didn't stop the boy.

The pain grew remarkably, so much so, Katsuki stopped thinking about yesterday, that's not the reason why he was crying anymore.

His arm was covered in his own blood by now. He felt the hairs on his arms and back stand when he heard a noise. A silent knock.

(AN: Okay you're safe now!)

"Katsuki? Ya' in there?"

Fuck.

The blond panicked, hastily throwing all of the remains of the razor into the bin, covering it with toilet paper. His arm was a different story though, the shirt was short sleeved, much like many of his own.

Many of his own

The shirt that held tiny specs of his blood on it wasn't his.

"Kat? I'm gonna come in okay?" Kirishima warned from the other side of the door.

"No! I'll be out soon." The blond attempted to shout, but it came about as an exhausted whine or complaint.

The boy flushed the toilet, to make it seem as if he was finishing in the bathroom. He then ran his forearm under cool water.

Goddamnit

The blood washed off, but then ran out of his cuts time and time again. He tore off the blood-stained shirt and threw it into the bathtub. continuing  to run himself through water, which hurt immensely.

"Kat, it doesn't take that long to wash your hands."

The blond said nothing, the tears found their way down his face again.

"Katsuki?"

Nothing. This frightened the overprotective redhead, who's hand lingered on the doorknob. Negative thoughts quickly swarming his head.

"I'm coming in."

"N-"

"Kats-Dude!" Ejiro tore off his pajama pants and wrapped part of the cloth around the other breathing heavily.

Katsuki said absolutely nothing, but the tears falling down his face said enough.

The pajamas around his forearm grew heavier and more damp on him, soon enough the bleeding stopped.

Kirishima rinsed off the blonds arm and grabbed from the swiftly depleting supply bandages of from a closet nearby.

"These are deep...I might have to stitch them." Kirishima stated, fighting back the puddle of liquid that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Katsuki shook his head.

"I've gotta go back home."

Kirishima blanked. The protective side of him showing once again when he kicked his foot back to shut the door, blocking the only exit.

"No, you don't. Now hold still so I can-"

"Fuck off!" The blond yelled into the night, attempting to shove redhead to the side.

The other stood his ground, pushing him in reflex, causing the blond to stumble backward.

"Fucking move Ejirou."

"At least tell me why!"

"I don't owe you an explanation shit head!"

"Katsuki!" Kirishima held tightly on the arm of the other, the one not covered in cuts.

"Kat, please."

Their faces both deadpanned. Their heavy breathes filling the silence that fell among them.

"The note. Ejirou, the fucking note."

"What?"

"The one... my mom...wrote. I need that."

Ejirou's posture unstiffened and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Kat. Stay here."

The boy did as he was told, swearing to himself that was the last order he would take before he left.

Ejirou returned with a piece of paper, handing it to the other.

"I picked this up for you, I know you'd regret dropping it."

Katsuki was speechless, he stared at the paper.

"Kat?"

"Thank you." The blond mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Thank you!" Katsuki grabbed the other's wrist and pulled it down, guiding it to his healing hips, he leaned in and kissed the slightly taller boy allowing the tears to roll down his face and onto the red head's.

Katsuki accepted the note from him, held his breath and prepared to read. His heart ached to see his mothers handwriting, although still pretty clear, it seemed sloppier than before.

Katsuki,

If it's you reading this, it's obvious that you've seen me. I'm sorry. Before I forget to write it, you're father didn't make it, unlike me, he died nobly like I could have predicted. Anyways I'm running out of time, I love you brat and I trust you to guide the next generation into greatness, forget me. Strive for the top, which I know you can do. I believe you.

With love, the oldest hag.

The blond felt slight closure in the note, he still had plenty of questions, but his head didn't run as sporadically now. He allowed Ejirou to hold him as he wrapped the cuts around his arm.

"That better?"

Ejirou lifted the blonds head, forcing their red eyes into each other.

"Never. Never, do this again." He gestured to the bandage, the one that now covered Katsuki's arm, referring to the cuts underneath.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

Katsuki hesitated, which hurt the other immensely.

"I Promise."

They hugged each other tightly.

"Kat?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

The words shocked Katsuki, yet filled him with an overwhelming amount of excitement. His heart skipped a couple of beats and his face flushed, he held on to the other tightly.

"Whatever..."

Katsuki could practically feel the smile of the other radiating on him, it was sicking, adorably sicking.

The two stay holding each other for a while, enjoying each others company.

"Sleepy," Katsuki spoke tiredly to the taller boy.

Eijirou giggled, kissing the blond on the forehead softly.

"Then go to bed, kat!"

"Sleep with me. Dumbass." He asserted, in an unusually soft and non-demanding tone.

"Course' kat, I just gotta get Fuji, I laid him down on the couch when I came to check on you, I didn't want him in the room alone."

"Mk' I'll come with you." He spoke tiredly, but determinedly.

Together they walk out of the bathroom to the living room, where they were surprised to hear small sniffles.

The boy was sat up on the couch, struggling to jump off, his tiny feet hung off the side as he whined to himself.

Kirishima's first reaction was to help the child, but Katsuki stopped him, pulling him back using the bottom left of his shirt.

"Just wait."

Waited they did, they observed as the little blond attempted time and time again to jump off of the couch, crying every time he failed.

Soon enough, he finally made it down, queuing the two of them to jump out of hiding to praise the boy, which Fuji was more than happy about.

He ran up to Katsuki and hugged his leg, staring up at him.

"I thought you left me!" He whined.

Kat picked him up and squeezed him tightly.

"I'd never leave you silly."

That made the boy giggle. "But you did!"

The three of them went back to the room they started the night in, preparing to go back to sleep.

Katsuki put on another one of Eijirous shirts. Far too lazy to reach in his bag and grab one of his own.

"Kat?"

"Yep?"

"What happened to the shirt you had on earlier?"

Katsuki froze but figured it would be better, to tell the truth.

"Bathroom.."

"Did you-?"

"Yeah..."

"That's fine, don't worry about it. I'm just happy you're okay"

This made Katsuki's heart warm, but he still felt terrible.

"Yeah, I'm sorry"

"No, it's not a problem, really."

"Mmmhm."

The blond picked up Fuji who was repeatedly falling asleep while standing, only waking when he began to fall. He laid in bed with him, both falling asleep immediately.

Eijirou followed shortly, laying behind the taller of the two blonds, spooning him. he fell asleep, holding him in his arms.
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❣Kirishima's pov❣

"Guys wake up we've gotta to go now."

"Shit. Seriously! Wake up"

I sat up, blinked and stretched. Questioning all of the noise that rang in my head so early in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Kirishima! They're surrounding the house. We need to go."

Fuji began sobing loudly, waking up Katsuki in an alarming manner.

"Shit! Are you okay?? What's happening?"

"Dude they're all around the house we need to go" shouted Sero.

"They?" I asked. My eyes were still heavy from sleep, despite everyone around me being wide awake and alert.

"The lurkers dumbass!" Kat shouted at me, holding Fuji in his hands.

"Fuck" I shot up.

"Okay. Everyone pack up and get ready to go." Shouted Iida.

Everyone was held in one room. Adrillinan pumping never endlessly in us.

"Jirou?!" Shouted Iida

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we can use that car at your house?"

"Yeah! I don't think anyone will miss it." She spoke loudly over the boisterous banging on the walls from the outside.

"Okay, Tokoyami, Jirou and I are going to get the car, If we're not back in 30 min, assume we're not coming back." Iida asserted, already making a beeline for the door.

"Careful guys, please," I responded, they nodded and left. Mina Kaminari and Sero all dispersed, scurrying around for things that are important and need to be packed. I turned around to see Katsuki, who's speaking to Fuji softly.

"Okay Fuji, your job is to find things to take with you, things that are very important. Put it all in this bag" he handed him a plastic bag "stay in this room, okay?" The smaller blond nodded. Kat kissed him on the cheek and pat his head, turning to me.

"You gather all of the first aid we might need. Ill get food, is that okay with you?"

"Mmhm" I agreed, he started to jog towards the kitchen, but I needed something first.

I grabbed his hand to stop him, he provided a questioning gaze.

"What?"

"I love you, Kat." I kissed him softly on his hand for a breif moment.

His face was so obviously flustered it was hilarious.

"I love you too, stupid idiot."

He then continued to run to the kitchen, smerking softly.
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It had been a while before the others had left, and we were all growing extremely worried and anxious. The growls, moans, and banging on the walls outside have subsided extremely, but the danger was still imminent.

Suddenly the roaring of an engine piled over the remaining sounds of the monsters outside.

Katsuki charged for the door, I stopped him, hardened, and opened it first, which made him visibly angry.

Iida was driving. The monsters that would have been a threat to us swiftly ran over.

We all began to pack all of our things into the van, Katsuki sat inside with Fuji, keeping him calm, which he was extremely good at.

Everything was packed and everyone was seated, but Iida wouldn't move.

"Iida, what the hell?" Snapped Sero

"We need to go, they're coming!" Continued Kaminari, the desperation in his voice evident.

"Someone's seat belt isn't on!" Iida snapped his head to Katsuki, who was struggling to snap in Fuji's seat belt because he was squirming and whining because he wanted to sit in his lap.

"Ugh Fine!" Kat picked up Fiji and put him in his lap, buckling his seat belt over the both of them.

Immediately Iida drove off, hitting monsters and repeating "sorry" over and over again.

Mina began cheering loudly.

"Whooo! The start of a great adventure!"

I promised myself this would be me forgetting about my past. Mainly the lost adults in my life.

A great adventure, huh?

It sure is.