my mother's killer ended up being caught and was soon jumped and killed in jail. after everything I spent a lot of time with todoroki, he came over most of the time but I would occasionally go over to his house. a year went by and it didn't take long for us to get close

aunt may: heeey todoroki

she had a thing for him. yes, that's right. an 8 year old had a thing for a 5 year old. no standards much?

todoroki: hello..

he didn't like her, at all.

aunt may: so when are you going to ask me out? i've been waiting!
todoroki: never
y/n: may stop being weird

I laughed

aunt may: oh come on is it so weird to be in love?
y/n: go awayyy

she laughed and walked out of the room

y/n: what do you wanna do?
todoroki: mm.. oh let's go finish painting the tree house
y/n: oh right! can you go get the wagon while I go get the paint and brushes?
todoroki: yeah

he knew his way around the house by this point and my grandparents treated him like another grandchild. we even had a second bed and drawers in the room I would stay in for him for when he slept over.

todoroki: hey grandma
grandma: hello sweety!
todoroki: did I by any chance leave my sweater here last time?
grandma: oh yeah! I left it on your bed
todoroki: okay thank you, oh by the way y/n and I are going to go finish painting the tree house
grandma: alrighty, be back before dark and be safe

he nodded and headed into the room to get his sweater and then went out to the backyard to get the wagon. I got the paint from the garage as he came over to help me put them in the wagon. as we walked over to the forest behind my grandmas house I was thinking about how I was going to tell him that I had befriended the son of my mother's murderer. don't get me wrong, I was a sane child...for the most part anyways. my intentions towards him weren't to kill him, not at all but that's for later in the story.

y/n: we should put a "do not enter" sign
todoroki: but then... we wouldn't be able to go in
y/n: no you dummy! it's only for other people
todoroki: ohh that makes sense

you laughed and continued painting.

y/n: hey shoto..
todoroki: yeah?
y/n: um.. would you be mad if I.. was friends with the son of my moms killer..?

he stopped painting and looked at me

todoroki: are you.. friends with him?
y/n: y-yeah..
todoroki: but why?
y/n: I want to know why his dad killed my mom
todoroki: you really think he's going to tell you that
y/n: I mean it wouldn't hurt to ask right?
todoroki: I don't think that's a good idea y/n, if anything I think you should stay away from him. what his name anyway?
y/n: leo

a few months went by and I was allowed to go see my father at the house, as for leo, I had to get closer to him before talking about his dad so that's exactly what I did.

y/n: dad?
dad: yes?
y/n: is it okay if my friend comes over? I want you to meet him
dad: him? don't tell me you've already got yourself a boyfriend

he teasingly said

y/n: ew gross no

my dad didn't know leo was the killers son, i felt bad but i had to do what i had to do. leo soon came over and my dad was actually super nice about it

leo: hey mr. L/N
dad: hey kiddo, you know I was surprised when y/n asked if she could have a friend over, she's never brought any of them over
leo: why's that?
dad: uh.. kind of a long story haha.. after her mo-

I knew I had to get him away from my father before he ruined it.

y/n: umm okayyy! we can tell that story another time! we'll be in the back yard if you need anything, dad!
dad: uh- alright!

you grabbed his hand and ran to the backyard and sat him down

leo: your dad seems pretty cool
y/n: yeah he is..

nows my chance.

y/n: w-what about your dad? you.. never seem to talk about him..
leo: oh um.. yeah he's uh.. he passed away last year
y/n: oh, i'm sorry

no i'm not

leo: I guess part of it is my fault..

i stopped playing with the toys in hand and slowly just fidgeted with them

y/n: oh? ..how so.. if you don't mind me asking
leo: well... if I tell you, you won't want to be my friend anymore..
y/n: that won't happen
leo: are you sure..?
y/n: ...mhm! but let's go to a more secure place so we won't be over heard yeah?
leo: like where?
y/n: I have a tree house out in the woods not too far from here
leo: a tree house? cool! let's go

we got up and ran to the tree house without telling my dad, for obvious reasons. and he bagan to tell me something that I never would've imagined.

leo: see I looked up to my father, I wanted to be like him. I always thought he was so cool... he was um.. well he killed a lot of people.. do you get what i'm trying to say?

I stayed silent for a while

y/n: so you.. you want to.. kill people? like your father..
leo: ahh.. this is a little awkward but yeah..

if it was last year.. he was the same age as me? he was 4 and thinking this way?!

leo: oh! d-dont be alarmed im not like after you or anything.. my dad never killed anyone without a reason so I shouldn't either
y/n: ha..haha..right..

huh?! you shouldn't kill in general! idiot.. whatever I don't care, kid. just tell me what happened.

y/n: so.. what did you mean by part of it was your fault?
leo: oh right uh.. so last year he told me he had to go take care of some business and I knew what he meant by that. when he was leaving I asked him if I could go with him and perhaps help him, so he agreed and let me tag along

what the hell? your family has serious issues.

leo: he made me walk down to this near by market and we waited outside until this lady walked out. we trailed behind her for a while till no one was around.. I hid in an ally and pretended to be hurt, she came towards me to try and help.. then BAM!

I jumped

leo: we had done it

you son of a bitch.

now, I know what you're thinking. why the hell does a 5 year old know these cuss words. well when you live with grandparents who don't give a fuck about what language they use it kind of just sticks to you.

leo: I guess someone saw me when I ran away and snitched to the police.. they identified me and caught my father. though he claimed I had nothing to do with it and that I was actually hurt so they didn't do anything to me.

or maybe it was the fact that you were a fucking 4 year old, you psycho

y/n: ...
leo: now that I think about it... she.. had the same last name as... you

ah shit.. bluf, BLUF!

y/n: o-oh yeah? well you know

I nervously chuckled

y/n: my last name is pretty popular! haha..

seriously?! no it's not!

leo: ...when I walked in your dad was going to mention your mom... am I wrong?

he leaned in closer, I backed up on my butt and hands and reached behind me to grab a hammer that todoroki had left to put in the nails.

y/n: ...so uh... you tryna meet jesus?
leo: what?

I swung the hammer at his head and he fell out of the tree house, mind you, the house was pretty high up and with the hit of the hammer it was enough to knock him out. it felt as if someone was controlling me and I got down and just.. kept going.. and going until there was nothing left to call "solid" of his head. I stopped and started crying, I cried and cried. not because of what I did, but because the lifeless body that was in front of me was the reason my mother stepped into the arms of death. I dragged his body through the woods to a near by river and threw him in putting a rock on top of his body so it wouldn't float anywhere public. I was out of breath and noticed I had blood everywhere on me

y/n: what am I going to do... what..

the hammer. shit.

I ran back to the tree house and grabbed the hammer that was on the ground and ripped part of my sleeve off to clean the hammer of my finger prints, dug a pretty deep hole and buried it covering the spot with leaves. all those murder mystery movies really came in handy after all. I washed my face with the river water and as for my shirt, I covered it with a sweatshirt that I had left in the tree house the other day. I ran back home and luckily my dad was passed out on the couch so I ran to the bathroom to wash my shirt and luckily most of it came off, but it stained. I decided it was best to just put it in a trash bag and throw it in the big dumpster outside a little far from my house and went back to take a shower. I scrubbed and scrubbed till my skin was red and irritated but I didn't care, I kept scrubbing because part of me felt dirty and disgusting. I couldn't sleep that night, I didn't even try to.