04-26-2018, 02:30 PM
i remember how you took my favourite knife and slipped it under my skin — The house, previously occupied by his mother's angry screaming, grew silent. Relief flooded through him at the silence, his eyes kept downcast into the unappetizing bowl of oatmeal, which was an ugly-looking grey color. He scrunches up his nose and pushes it away from him just as his mother walks into the kitchen. He tenses, avoiding looking at her as she takes a seat at the table across form him. As usual, a bottle was held in her hand, the rim kept to her lips as she drank. His stomach was heavy with anxiety.
"You not gonna eat what your mother so graciously cooked for you?" she asks, her hard tone making him flinch. His fingers curl into his palms. "Ungrateful little shit," she spits at him before going back to nursing her beer.
She was obviously in a bad mood. It wasn't out of the usual for her to be angry, but this time it had more of a reason than her just being drunk. She had been screaming at his father over the phone, demanding for him to take their son off her hands. Their son, who was such a burden on her life. Of course, not even Aizawa's father wanted him. So, he was stuck with his alcoholic mother, much to his dismay.
Despite all the shit she said about his father, he had always hoped he would take him away, to a better home. He had been bred to believe his father was a scum bag, but that was far from what he had thought of him. Now, though, he wasn't so sure. Certainly he just..didn't want him. He was just unloveable.
He doesn't bother listening as she grumbles under her breath about how shitty her life had turned out to be. He already felt personally responsible for his mother's unhappiness. He holds his breath as she gets up, stumbling out of the room, probably to chew out his father some more. Sighing, he grabs his spoon, reluctantly eating his slop.
"You not gonna eat what your mother so graciously cooked for you?" she asks, her hard tone making him flinch. His fingers curl into his palms. "Ungrateful little shit," she spits at him before going back to nursing her beer.
She was obviously in a bad mood. It wasn't out of the usual for her to be angry, but this time it had more of a reason than her just being drunk. She had been screaming at his father over the phone, demanding for him to take their son off her hands. Their son, who was such a burden on her life. Of course, not even Aizawa's father wanted him. So, he was stuck with his alcoholic mother, much to his dismay.
Despite all the shit she said about his father, he had always hoped he would take him away, to a better home. He had been bred to believe his father was a scum bag, but that was far from what he had thought of him. Now, though, he wasn't so sure. Certainly he just..didn't want him. He was just unloveable.
He doesn't bother listening as she grumbles under her breath about how shitty her life had turned out to be. He already felt personally responsible for his mother's unhappiness. He holds his breath as she gets up, stumbling out of the room, probably to chew out his father some more. Sighing, he grabs his spoon, reluctantly eating his slop.