Hunger

Keigo sits in the corner of his dark concrete prison, thankful that his eyes are accustomed to the dark.

he decides to walk about, trying to figure out how far he can walk with the chain, he can reach the toilet and sink with little difficulty as well as his temporary 'bed' witch are all on the same wall, but he can't reach the stares or the tools that are on the other side of the room. (Go figure)

'How long has it been?' Not for the first time he looks around for a clock to once again find none, instead he desides to sit on his 'bed' and pulls his wings forward deciding to mindlessly preen them to keep himself calm and mind occupied, he vaguely takes note that there are a few new feathers starting to regro-

He straightens and looks to them again, measuring them against his hand

"2 days?" He mumbles to himself before smiling a half smile

"See, they're not so useless now, are they" he says somewhat smugly to himself as he pulls a grown feather out so he can keep better track of the time.

*his stomach growls*

He grits his teeth at the sound anger, taking hold for a moment before he signs. He fiddles with the feather for a moment in his hand before frowning slightly.

'i never noticed at first... but-?' He throws the feather into the air and attempts to make it float, only for it to lightly drift down to the ground.

Panic takes hold of him once again, and he picks up the feather to try again only for-

Nothing

"Dammit!" He snaps to no one as he looks to his wings again

'I can't use it? Why?' He then looks at the new feathers again.

'Will they even grow if my quirks not working?' He frowns before dramatically falling back onto the mat

"I take it back... they are useless. " he huffs out to no one as he looks over to the stairs for the hundredth time, shivering slightly from the cold.

"How long is he going to keep me in here?"

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*his stomach growls*

Anger is an emotion he is getting used to as he paces back and forth for-

He doesnt even know how long, frowning he goes back to the mat and sits with his back against the wall bringing his wing forward he numbly notices that his feathers did grow and its roughly been around 5 days now.

With that annoying bit of knowledge, he mindlessly brings his thumb to his mouth and starts lightly biting it in an attempt to ground and keep himself occupied, anger towards his father breathly passes through his mind, making him subconsciously bite down hard on his thumb before hissing slightly, bringing it away he calmly watches as a few beads of blood mixed with saliva hit the mat.

in almost a trance he brings his thumb back to his mouth, muscles instantly relaxing, he closes his eyes, relishing in the taist of the crimson liquid, he sighs contently for a moment as he allows the liquid to rest on his tongue.

he bites down harder, making more blood pool in his mouth before he swallows, his Feathers rustling happily behind him as he does so.

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Keigo assumes its been about a week now, his fingers all bloodied and cut, but he can't bring himself to care as he nips into the skin at the side of his thumb, he stares up as the ceiling mindlessly staring into the darkness he hears a click,

it takes his brain an embarrassingly long time to register what it is. He sits up with a jolt as he hears the steps creak.

He looks over to the stares with wide eyes before temporarily being blinded by the dull basement light being turned on, he immediately brings his bloodied hands to cover his eyes with a hiss, before forcing them open squinting for a few seconds before blinking rapidly to get his eyes to adjusted quicker, he hears the door shut.

And then the smell hits him.

'Chicken' he immediately sits up straighter as he watches as his father comes in with a bowl of crispy chicken fillets, his eyes fill with hope.

Hope that quickly gets trampled on as he watches his father stop at the bottom of the steps and place the bowl of chicken on the last step, his father sends a smile his way, he takes little notice of him setting up a camera in the corner, his full attention on the steaming bowl of chicken, he swallows the pooling saliva in his mouth before looking to his father who sits himself on the bottom step.

he takes a bite of the chicken.

Keigo decides to ignore the camera in favour of focusing on the chicken and grits his teeth as his feathers puff up behind him, anger and frustration quickly taking over as he watches his father eat the chicken

"What do you want!" He all but snaps in his father's direction before quickly closing his mouth at the look his father gives him.

"Watch your tongue, Keigo," he says threateningly as he takes the controller out of his pocket and places it next to him before looking over to keigo with sharp eyes, Keigo tenses at the gesture.

"You hungry?" He holds out a bit of chicken to Keigo who's eyes lit up, he leans forward subconscious, he's about to say yes when he sees his father place his hand on the remote, he visibility flinches before leaning back onto the wall, he brings his hands back to his chest before looking away and shaking his head.

"N-no... i-im good" he looks back sending him a shaky and nervous smile before quickly looking away as his father takes another bite of chicken, his stomach growling at him as he does so, his shaky hands fidget with one another, picking at the scabs making little droplets of blood rise to the surface.

If his father noticed his hands, he didn't comment on it.

"If you say so" Keigo can practically hear the smile in his voice as he continues to eat, anger rises to the surface but he doesn't dare act on it, Keigo tries to keep his focus on his hands instead doing everything in his power not to look in his fathers direction as he eats, the crunch and the smell of the chicken making Keigo pick at his hands more aggressively in an attempt to control his anger.

'Is this his way of punishing me?...' He muses to himself.

After a few moments, his father stands and is about to leave when he turns.

"Because you've been so good! I'll get a takeaway, " he turns and waves his hand nonchalantly.

"You can have the leftovers," he says before turning and leaving, making sure he turns the light off as he does.

'Takeaway?' He thinks on it for a short moment a memory of him and his mother eating takeaway together briefly flashes in his head before he stomps the memory away.

signing he realising his father didn't say when he'd be getting this 'takeaway'

He flops onto his side, his back to the wall ignoring the growls his stomach makes at him. He desides to try to get some sleep.