It was several weeks before he was officially allowed to leave the hospital since he was still considered a risk to himself. His time was mainly filled by sleep, therapy, and other hospital like activities. Despite all the calmness around him there was always that nagging voice that reminded him that it wasn't going to last and that he would eventually have to go back to school and face everyone there. Many teachers and even the principal had tried to visit but they were always turned away by hospital staff so that he could focus on healing his mind. The doctor always told him who tried to visit and when and he was glad that he didn't have to face them just yet even if he had to eventually.

When he was finally released from the hospital, they provided his mum his medication for him to take every morning after breakfast, a pair of simple black glasses, and several future appointments to check on how he was going along. He still hadn't fully explained why he did what he did the psychiatrist assigned to him and was vague when it came to his tormentors and what they did to him, he still didn't know why himself but he didn't feel comfortable talking about his inner most feelings to anyone.

At home he sat on the couch and began watching the news wanting see updates on his favourite heroes with his glasses sitting snug on his nose. On the dining table was a stack of notes and homework that apparently Bakugo was forced to bring for him while he was in the hospital. He knew that his mother had been through it all to make sure there was nothing that would set him off or any notes that teachers might have slipped in for him to read. He was grateful for it really and was glad that his mum was taking time out of her day to really take good care of him, not that she didn't before, despite what he'd technically shown her with his new quirk. He hadn't tried anything with his quirk yet, too traumatised to even think about using it.

"I'm making katsudon for dinner tonight, did you want anything while you wait?" His mum asked, appearing from the kitchen.

"N-no, thank you."

He could hear a slight sigh and wondered if he had upset his mum but was distracted by the debut of a new hero. Kamui Woods he called himself, a fitting name for a hero with a wood based quirk in his opinion. His fingers itched to start writing notes from what he could observe but forced himself to relax cringing at the memory of the notebook Bakugo had stolen and violated his privacy. The report was over quickly and he was thankful that he didn't have to think about it for very long.

A knock on the door made him flinch and he looked hopefully at his mum to see what she was going to do. "Go to your room and I'll sort this out okay?" He nodded in thanks as he left the to running and headed to his room.

All Might stared at him from the posters that littered his walls and the several figurines lying around. The smile and simple catch phrases cheered him up a little but didn't do much to quench the fear that had settled like a stone in his mind since the awakening of his quirk. Muffled yelling began to fill his ears and he would know that voice anywhere. Bakugo had come to visit. He must of seen them arrive back and was probably forced by his mother to come over, not that it would do much good. The yelling ceased after a slap shortly followed by the slamming of their front door. He wasn't sure exactly why but he couldn't stop himself from crying. It might have been the feeling of being overwhelmed, fear, or just straight up sadness. He just didn't know what to do with himself. His mother must of heard him since she opened his door and sat next to him on his bed. Not saying anything but just holding him close and letting him cry, something that he just needed to do at the moment.

When his sobs became sniffles and his tears dried his mother finally let go, leaving only a lingering arm on his shoulder. "I-I don't know what t-to do any more." He admitted in a whisper.

"It's okay, you can do what ever you want."

"I-I-I don't even know what I want."

"Do you still want to be a hero?"

"I th-think so." He frowned. "But I-I'm not sure if someone like m-me could even become a hero."

"Of course you can. You might not see it now, but you have a heart of gold and all of the greatest heroes need to be able to care for others."

He wasn't sure how to reply, disagree and tell her she's wrong or agree and feel like he was lying to himself. So instead he opted to say nothing and just snuggle closer.