The air was hot.
"Honey, look at me." My mother's gentle hands clasped four-year-old me, brushing her thumb over the ends of his lips.
Vision swayed.
Green eyes pierced back into his own, his mouth gaping open into an O-like shape. Her brows were furrowed. "It's just you now. No one else," Tears flowed down her cheeks as she caressed her thumb over her young child.
There were people shouting in fear in the background, but it was all to fuzzy to hear anything.
The bottom half of her waist was crushed by the dashboard, the car crushed.
I watched from afar as little me was too busy pleading for her to be okay and not to leave him.
There was no point. Give up. They're going to die.
"Get out of here," She whispers just before the cops swarm in and take his arms.
Where's that ringing coming from?
The kid tries to fight against the cops, but their strength doesn't compare to the small child. Everyone on the street was either injured, safe, or nowhere to be seen. The cops had said that the villain had killed my father, but that isn't the truth.
There's a rumble in the ground, picking the small child up, the car up and back down to the ground, crashing in pain. Wailing came from him.
The truth was he bled to death because they were just standing there, watching him wail in pain as my mother screamed. Cop cars were surrounding the place, helicopters in the sky. My father was still in the car as well as my mother, but he was dead.
Where was the hero's?
His throat was impaled by one of the pipes in the engine. It had been bent upwards and shot towards his neck and he bled out, helplessly. He couldn't even say goodbye.
"Izuku, please listen to me!-" Her grasp voice pleaded.
The blurry vision showed his mother reaching out to him, but his tears were blurring everything up. His head hurt. He felt sick to his bone. What was happening? Why are his parents like this?
Just fast as the villain had appeared, the villain had grabbed the car and rose it up in the air, shaking it. My mother fell out and landed on her stomach. The streets went insane at the sound of her bones crunching into the cement underneath her, blood spewing on the ground around the body. He could remember the blood and the cracked scull. It felt pitiful to watch her be grabbed by the villain, cops shouting at the villain to stop and let her go.
"Let the civilian go!" The speakerphone shouted through. "Do not make us commend fire!"
"No, that's my mom!" The small child screamed and squirmed, shouting in protest in a cop's grip. Everything was happening so fast.
As I watched younger me bit the cop on the hand and get taken away, I looked over to the scene of my mother getting ripped in half and getting thrown towards the water of a bridge that wasn't too far away. I looked at the car that my father was stuck in, which was in the villain's hand.
When will this ever end?
"C'mon kid you have to let go!" A man snapped at the young boy, smacking him on the head. When the small child looked up, a pair of red eyes and long black hair shot through him. The man was dressed in a uniform that told younger me not to mess with them, but he still stomped his foot at the man. His head hurt.
Didn't they understand what was happening?
Where are the hero's?
Why is everybody just standing there?!
"You would understand if your parents were in that situation!" He cried, but the cop scoffed. The wind flew at them from the commotion of the villain throwing the car into a building. "Dad!" His eyes widened and his red puffy eyes drew tears again, running towards the scene.
No, don't take him!
"There's no point in being the hero, your parents aren't gonna make it!" The cop cursed under his breath and threw the kid away from the scene, ignoring the small child's cries of protests, shoving him backward continuously until they were far enough to hear themselves.
He's moving further away from his parents? No, that's the opposite of what he wants! He needs to be with his parents! The boy stumbled over his feet, gasping and choking at the small presence air gave him.
It was too hot.
Once they were out of earshot, the man crouched looked at the young boy, and growled. "Listen, kid." He started. It smelled like fire and beer. "I get that those are your parents out there, but you have to stay here and make sure that you," He stabbed the child's chest lightly, furrowing his brows. "-don't end up like them." He thrust his finger in the direction of the commotion.
The boy closed his mouth and stared at the ground, his shoulders shaking. "My parents are dead, aren't they?" He whimpered out, choking on a cry.
"Help us, god!" A woman screamed and then there was silence from her. The boy winced at the gun shots and shouting coming from behind them.
The cop looked at the kid and sighed, looking away. He raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder. "There are things that we can't control-"
"My parents are dead!" The small child shouted. He stomped his foot, sobbing. "My parents are dead because no one cares about civilians!" He whipped his nose and swiped the older man's hand off of younger me. "Everyone just stared and allowed to it happen, YOU COULD'VE SAVED THEM!"
"Calm down, you're making a scene-"
"What's the point of quirks if the mounted police and heroes won't do anything to save the civilians they promise safety and a life of no harm from the villains?!" He turned away from the cop and turned into a sprint, running away from the crowd, away from the cop, away from his now-dead parents.
IZUKU OPENED HIS EYES to see a pair of red eyes. He frowned. "What the fuck-"
"We had sex, last night." Bakugo's normal gruff voice had turned into a raspy, tired voice. Izuku shot up in bed, looking around. What the fuck was happening? Izuku groaned in pain as his head took over in a massive headache. He couldn't remember anything from last night.