Kaminari wanted to rip his chest off of himself. Claw into the flesh and pull it apart. He couldn't handle it anymore. He had to accept it. He.
He. The word rang in his head in a way that was too comforting. Kaminari ran to his mirror and pulled at his hair, using his quirk to burn it off while being a sobbing mess.
It was uneven, looked terrible at the ends from being burned, but it was nice to have short hair. His hair. He.
Kaminari looked around, what if her mom comes by? What if she sees her like this? She was already in trouble for what happened a few days ago. Instead of worrying about the consequences, he ran to the window and left through there.
He ran to the only safe space he's ever truely had. The Catfeine Café. Somewhere safe. Even though it was probably closing, it'd be safe.
