It's the same every morning.
Wake up, no matter how reluctantly; death glares don't stop time, much to his disappointment.
Sit up. Check arms, torso and legs for bruises, cuts or swellings. It's annoying and time consuming, and he wonders why he has to do it when. He. Cannot. Feel.
"Mum, why do we have to do this," Five year old him pouts, "I don't feel anything."
"That's why we have to, sweetheart," She hummed, "Even though you don't feel pain, you can still be damaged."
"Is that why I have to eat too? Even though I don't feel hungry?" He inquires.
"Yes, because you still need to eat," She smiles, "I remember when you were a baby. You refused to eat, so you lost a fair amount of weight; we were really frightened."
He hummed. "Do superheroes have to put up with this? It's tedious."
"This superhero does," She chuckles, would probably tickle him if it would do anything.
He giggles, "I love you, mummy!"
"I love you too, Kyouya."
He still misses her. She tried the hardest to accommodate and understand what it was like dealing with his condition for himself. His siblings only really understand what it's like to deal with someone with the condition, and his father only understands the actual condition.
He finished his examinations and pried himself out of bed, shrugged on his dressing gown and headed down to breakfast.
It was a tedious task when he could be using that half hour for sleeping or extra studying, especially when he gained no satisfaction from eating – his taste buds damaged from when he chewed his tongue as a baby, and the total lack of hunger he had. Why should one do something with so little merit?
"Kyouya, you're eating; don't even think about skipping breakfast," A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Fuyumi was sitting at the kitchen table, giving him a perfect Ootori glare. She'd obviously noticed the look on his face as he entered the dining room. He let out a sigh.
"I knew it," She smirked, "As stubborn as ever when it comes to food."
"It's a tedious chore when one can't taste it or feel sated hunger," He shrugged, taking the seat next to her, "I could be using the time to do worth-while things."
"How about not dying of malnutrition?" His sister countered, picking up a bread roll from what was already laid on the table.
"I suppose," He murmured. He'd always been stubborn at breakfast, in too bad of a mood to humour the things that even his own body ignored.
He took a bread roll and bit into it without bothering with butter; what was the point if he couldn't taste it after all.
He sighed as he saw the sun shining through the window, while frost lay on the ground and windows. A day where he'd have to see what everyone else was wearing in hopes he didn't freeze or overheat; the joys of his condition.
He just wanted to get this day overwith.
A/N: Hi guys!
Yeah, no clue where the idea came from; but it actually fits in all but one episode! Well, from what I've seen anyway, I still haven't watched the last two (but I should have by the end of this week).
Anyway, explanations. CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis) is a genetic condition that affects the ability to feel pain and temperature; hunger can't be felt and in most cases the patient doesn't sweat, making overheating very likely. Babies with the condition will tend to chew their tongue while teething and, since they can't feel the pain, can sometimes chew off part of their tongue.