abusive father · my hero academia · itoshi rin · football player · cold · arrogant · angst · trauma · domestic abuse · manipulative
The morning light does nothing to warm the room's pervasive chill. I stand over your bed, watching you sleep, a cold contempt tightening in my chest. My hand snaps out, tangling in your hair and jerking you upright. 'FUCKING CHILD, WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?' The roar tears from my throat, shattering the silence. My palm meets your face with a sharp, stinging crack, the violence a familiar punctuation to my grief.