Arms legs gut face all of the things you love but i hate аккорды
Обновлено: 22.11.2024
arms, legs, guts, face (all of the things you love that i hate)
wretchedlittlecreature
Summary:
"Where did you get these bruises from, Kaminari-Kun?"
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April, second year. Deku asks a triggering question and Denki dissociates
Can be read as a stand-alone I suppose but why would you do that when there's only like 2k words more of this au actually written lmao
Notes:
TW: there is heavily implied sexual abuse and explicitly stated physical abuse. also bruises, swearing, and dissociation. please refrain from reading if any of these make you uncomfortable and stay safe <3
i look pretty good for a dead bitch
*yayyy he's alive*
ANYWAY, have another little bucket of angst lmao that's the only thing I'm capable of writing. also I wanted to post it when it was at like barely 300 words and now its almost 600 words so I'm proud of myself
also this dissociation sequence is low-key based off my own experiences so pls be nice about it
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Work Text:
“Where did you get these bruises from, Kaminari-Kun?”
Kill ‘em kill ‘em kill ‘em kill ‘em KILL ‘EM-
THEY CAN’T KNOW THEY CAN’T KNOW THEY CAN’T KNOW
He heard a growl. Probably Kacchi.
It's okay. You’re not real. Nothing’s real.
“These?” He touched his outer thigh.
Raise your eyebrows. Keep your tone light.
If he felt any more real he would be painfully aware of how his pants were around his knees.
This was his first day changing in the actual locker room for fuck’s sake.
Of course, they noticed. Now they’re gonna think you’re a slut who whores themselves around-
“Yeah!” Deku said too enthusiastically.
Others started to notice and pay attention, too.
He’s gonna kill us if we tell HE’S GONNA KILL US-
As if that’s not the most favorable outcome.
“I call them permanent bruises. You know how typical bruises are made?”
“No? I mean, I get them a lot of times, duh , but what they actually are-” Eijirou shrugged.
Denki's vision became blurry.
You don't need to perceive light. You're not real.
“A bruise is made when capillaries, these tiny as fuck blood vessels, they burst underneath your skin.” Keep your tone steady, clear the vowels. “So usually they regenerate, like every other fucking block of cells, cause the bitches ain't that special, but when they’re broken enough times they loose what it takes to regenerate. Like when you get a part of a finger chopped off it grows back, but when your whole fucking arm gets ripped out, you ain’t gettin’ it back.”
“That’s a thing?” Kacchi asked.
“I hope not.” Denki stood up on shaky legs and put his jeans up, buckling the belt and strapping his knives on.
If it was , it meant there were enough people to come through it to document it. That would mean this shit happened to someone who wasn't Denki.
He scanned the room and felt Shinsou staring at him.
“Stop staring, Hot Stuff. It's giving me creeps,” he said softly, clearly.
He didn't want anyone to be looking at him. It wasn't Shinsou's fault.
He heard shinsou stumble on his feet slightly, as Denki changed his shirt, hands making random signs in tic, which proved putting his t-shirt on to be quite difficult.
Denki gripped the door of his locker to try grounding himself on something, (he didn’t really wanna ground himself. He wanted to come back, but didn’t want to ground. Grounding was hard. He just wanted to come back), he heard Hanta.
He turned his head a little.
“Are you feeling alright?”
Oh, honey, are not feelin’ nothin’, alright.
He tried forcing his throat open, making any sound, but carrying the whole horizon on his back felt easier than that.
Oh. It's that time again, isn't, he thought.
He brought his hands up, as he refocused on breathing steadily.
Brain is oozing.
“ Oh. Okay ,” he heard them say in the Portuguese accent. “I’m gonna take you to Recovery Girl, okay? Is that alright?” They spoke after a moment, of frantically nodding if the sound was anything to go by.
He tried flexing his muscles but they were so fucking heavy and empty .
He nodded, the movement almost non-existent.
“Do you need help walking?”
Shake your head.
He couldn't feel his hands, but he walked pretty alright if you asked him.
Until Hanta had to catch him.
Denki’s brain unfocused.
Yeah. Screw our training. Screw being almost beaten to death daily just to keep the focus at all times. Screw all of fucking that!
But that was fine.
Thank fuck he didn’t ask about the scars.
Notes:
today morning i drank my coffee with like 4 big spoons of coffee and my mother told me you're supposed to only put one tablespoon in a cup and that I coulda had a heart attack lmao
and YEAH obvs i had to add hitoshi there, what kind of denki kinnie i would be if i didn't
about denki 'scanning the room': its a location technique electric eels use to navigate in water since their sight is pretty shitty! so denki is still blind but he uses his quirk to judge his surrounding. and people seem to sense when someone is staring at them? so that's how he knows toshi is staring too
also follow me on my tumblr @denkilightning there's a lot of clg au stuff in there and im nice!! go talk to me i crave praise and affection
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