Man, I'm not the best at writing All Might's persona. The confident and cocky type. I'm much better when it comes to his actual personality. And whats that? I kind of changed around what Toshinori said to Izuku? I did :D
"This move could be useful to the two of you, so I need the both of you to focus." Aizawa snapped his fingers, gaining both boy's attention. "Izuku, you first."
Izuku smiled and eagerly ran up so he was in front of his father. "Okay, arms up like you're ready to attack." Aizawa ordered and Izuku did just that. He raised his arms like he was prepared for a fight. "Good, and now, I-" his father paused before pulling a small butter knife out of somewhere on his person. "-Have a knife."
"What? Are you gonna spread butter on Zuchan's forehead?" Hichan couldn't help but snigger. He quickly ate his words as with a well placed flick of his wrist, Aizawa threw the knife, and it stuck to the tree just a few inches from Hitoshi's head. Hitoshi's eyes darted from the butter knife to their father.
"It's still a knife, jackass. Now, toss it back." Aizawa demanded.
Hitoshi did so without much complaint.
"Okay-" Aizawa held the butter knife up once more. "-I have a knife-"
"Wah!-" Izuku had no time to react as Aizawa suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in close, the tip of the butter knife against his neck. It was now Izuku realized why his father had chosen a butter knife as his weapon of choice.
"-and I want everything you have. Your bag, phone, and money. Now. All of it. How do you defend yourself?"
Izuku was close to his father, uncomfortably so. 'I can't try and sweep his leg out. It'll bring the both of us down and leave me potentially open for an attack. So… I should try and hit him in the face.'
So, Izuku went for an uppercut. Aizawa seemed to sense this and he nodded. When Izuku mimicked an uppercut, lightly placing his closed fist on the bottom of Aizawa's jaw. "Uppercut, not bad, but let me tell you the truth. You're going to be punching my jaw with your knuckles. That's going to split your knuckles open and possibly even break a bone or two in your hand." Aizawa explained and he lowered the butter knife from Izuku's neck.
"So, today, I'm going to show you two another form of attack. The palm strike. The palm strike is less likely to hurt your hands or break your bones and it'll daze your opponent giving you the opportunity to get away."'
Aizawa then looked at Izuku. "Are you okay?"
Izuku blinked in surprise before nodding. "I'm fine, dad."
"Wake up."
"Dad?"
"Fanboy-"
"-Hey, Fanboy, you okay down there?"
Izuku opened his eyes to someone standing over him lightly hitting his face-
His training took over before his logic did. Izuku used his open palm to strike under the man's chin. The man let out a gag of surprise as a small spray of blood left his mouth. "Oh, Jesus!" Izuku cried out and he jumped in surprise as he tried to scramble back away from the stranger.
Then, Izuku realized just who he had struck.
All Might.
He struck the number one hero in the world… directly in the face.
"Ah!" The scream that left Izuku's mouth was so high pitched that it could have mimicked a bird's call. Izuku clambered around so he was bowing on his hands and knees in front of All Might. "Forgive me! I was startled."
"Woof!" All Might gave his head a good shake, a small bruise resting under his chin now. "Now that woke me up! That was a good hit! Are you alright there, fanboy?"
Izuku looked up cautiously. "You're not mad?"
"Of course not, my boy! I'd say that's a pretty normal reaction after being attacked by a villain."
'Attacked by a- the sludge villain!' Horror must have etched itself across Izuku's face because All Might suddenly let out a booming laugh and clapped Izuku on the shoulder.
"Not to worry, my boy! He's not going anywhere-" All Might pulled a soda bottle out of his cargo pants pocket. "See." Inside of said bottle was the villain. The villain and Izuku locked eyes and Izuku could hear the villain shouting through the bottle, though it was heavily muffled. Izuku then smiled with relief.
"That… does make me feel better. Thank you, All Might." Izuku bowed in respect. "If it's not too much, do you think I could get an autograph? My brother will flip when he learns I got to meet you and my dad-..." Izuku's smile suddenly slipped as he stood up in alarm. "My dad is going to flip." He whispered in shock. 'What am I going to tell dad? That I let my guard down and got attacked by a villain and nearly died?! Yeah, that'll go over well. Maybe I don't have what it takes to be a hero after all and dad'll see it just as well…'
It seemed All Might didn't hear the last part. "Already have! Just check your notebook! Well, this has been fun, but I should really take this guy to the police station!"
'Maybe All Might- no- don't bother the man anymore than you already have… just one more question before he leaves- oh no!' Izuku, having been stuck in his head for too long, saw All Might gettin ready to leap off into the air. 'Stop him!'
"Wait, I have-"
"Until next time!"
Izuku had no memory of what happened next. One minute he was on the ground rushing towards All Might and then the next… he was in the air. Clinging to All Might's leg like a toddler as the wind whipped at his face. Oh god, if his father heard of this… Izuku would be grounded till college.
It took a painstakingly long time for All Might to even notice Izuku. "W-What!?"
"I just have a question! I'm sorry!" Izuku cried over the winds that whipped his face back at disgusting speeds.
"Alright, fanboy, just hang on." All Might seemed to sigh in annoyance at this as he planted one of his big hands on Izuku's head, most likely just to keep Izuku still, and to make sure he doesn't go flying off by accident. It didn't take All Might long to find a suitable place to land, up on top of a large building.
The moment they landed, Izuku fell to his butt and sighed out as he looked at the sky.
"Now, I've seen some reckless things in my day, but I have to say that was one of the most, if not the most reckless thing I've ever had the displeasure of witnessing. What if I hadn't noticed you? What if you had slipped?" Getting scolded was never fun, it was doubly so when it was your own personal and favorite hero doing the scolding.
"I'm sorry!" Izuku quickly scrambled so he was once again bowing in apology to All Might. "I know it was a stupid thing to do but… I just wanted to ask you a question and I didn't think I'd ever have this opportunity again-"
All Might, clearly in a hurry, cut Izuku off. "I'm sorry, kid, but I can't answer any more questions you have, I have to go." He looked ready to take off again, and honestly, Izuku knew he deserved it, but dammit, he wasn't satisfied with that! He needed an answer.
"Please! I'm quirkless, I just need to know if I have what it takes to be a hero… to be… well, to be like you… is it possible?"
"You're… quirkless?" All Might paused before he could leap away. Izuku swallowed hard.
"My dad and my twin both believe in me, and that's great. I couldn't be happier… but they both have quirks and, they couldn't understand what it's like to be fully quirkless-"
'Is All Might smoking?' Izuku thought as he looked at All Might fully. Smoke levitated off of All Might's body like he was on fire from the inside out. That was the only thought he could have before All Might 'poofed!' into a cloud of white smoke. Another scream ripped through Izuku's throat as a different man now stood in front of him.
This man was a stick. A walking skeleton- a ghoul! Complete with sunken in black eyes. This man was the complete opposite of All Might in every way shape and form. Then he coughed and Izuku screamed again as a spray of blood left Notmight's mouth. "Who are you!? What did you do to All Might!? Oh god, did I get kidnapped?!"
'Dad's going to kill me.'
"Calm down-" Notmight continue to cough until eventually his fit died down. "And keep quiet! Do you want the world to hear you?!" He lightly hissed at Izuku.
"I-I don't understand." Izuku whispered in shock. "There's no way you can be the real All Might. No way!"
"I am All Might." The man sighed out and in doing so even more blood seemed to pour out of his open mouth. Once again Izuku couldn't help but scream, only now he was screaming because of how much blood All Might was losing by the second!
"But how can you be All Might?! All Might is big and buff and you…" Izuku guestered to the twig of a man before trailing off. "Well… nevermind."
A low and loud sigh left All Might's mouth as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, you know how at the beach guys suck in their gut and try to buff up to impress the ladies? That's what I'm doing."
"...Eh?!"
Izuku honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. All Might was just… faking it? Buffing himself up to look more intimidating?! Izuku's mind was currently short circuiting and the only thing he could think to say at that moment was: "But how… why?"
A loud sigh escaped All Might's mouth as he crouched down. "I guess there's no harm in showing you now." And with that declaration All Might lifted his shirt up and Izuku saw it.
The wound that made Izuku's stomach churn. It stretched from All Might's stomach and webbed its way up to his torso with dull red scars.
"Pretty bad, right? It's much worse than it looks." All Might told him. "I got into a fight five years ago that destroyed most of my respiratory organs and decimated my stomach. Because of it, I can only be a hero for three hours a day."
Izuku's mind reeled as he tried to think back to the battles All Might had been in five years ago. "Five years… Toxic Chainsaw? Was it him?"
"Wow, you really know your stuff, kid, but no. This never made the news." All Might finally lowered his shirt and gave his head a soft shake. "You asked me if you could be a hero while quirkless… It's great that your dad and twin have faith in you, but… it's a dangerous world out there kid. To not have a quirk would leave you at a huge disadvantage and almost defenseless against those with quirks." All Might told him. "You could always go into police work, although with heroes around, the police often get the short end of the stick when it comes to any hero work."
Izuku sighed softly and looked down at his red shoes.
"That being said. All though it's not realistic… that doesn't mean your dream isn't unreachable." Izuku never perked up faster at All Might's words. All Might scratched his face. "It's really not my place to tell you if you have what it takes to be a hero or not because of your quirklessness. You seem bright." All Might put a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "And smart to boot. Your future should be up to you. No one else. You never know if you don't try."
Izuku almost wanted to cry. Granted it wasn't exactly a 'yes.' but it wasn't a 'no' either.
"You'll have to crawl your way through hell and back, and work ten times harder than any of your peers. Do you think you can commit to that?
Izuku didn't even need to think about it. "Of course! I'm willing to do anything to reach my goal of being a hero!"
"Then, there's your answer." There was a little more mirth in All Might's smile now as he suddenly put his hand on Izuku's head and gave his curls a small ruffle. Izuku was practically vibrating because All Might was ruffling his hair!
"Now, I should get going-" All Might ran his fingers through his own hair now. "I trust you can make your way back home fine."
"Yes!"
"Good."
In a rush, All Might was gone, down the emergency stairs of the building.
Finally, Izuku's legs gave out and he collapsed onto his back to look up at the sky. 'Did that really just happen?' He thought as he watched a cloud lazily move in the sky. 'It wasn't a yes or a no. It should be up to me… ' All Might's words were repeating in Izuku's head on loop over and over again.
An explosion suddenly sounded through the air and it made Izuku jump up to his feet. "What the hell?" He whispered in shock as he looked towards the noise. It looked like it was coming from the shopping district just a few blocks away.
'You did a good thing, Yagi. You didn't crush a kid's impossible dream.' Toshinori slowly shut the door behind him. Now on the bottom level and on the outside. Toshinori just wanted to put this whole thing behind him. Really, even though a part of him felt bad. He was basically lying to that kid and to himself by default.
He knows what it's like to be quirkless more than anybody, and he knows that being quirkless back then was different in today's standards. Izuku wouldn't stand a chance out there. It was the cold hard truth. Still, Toshinori just couldn't bring himself to destroy the boy's dream.
A small cough left Toshinori's mouth followed by a small spray of blood.
"Alright, you-" Toshinori reached down for the soda bottle that should have been in his pocket, but he felt nothing but air. Fear gripped him like an ice cold vise as he looked down at his pants. "Oh no." He could only gasp out. The bottle wasn't there.
The villain escaped.
Off in the distance it sounded like an explosion went off.
Three missed calls from: You're my dad! Oogie woogie!
Four missed calls from: Hypno.
One missed call from: Uncle Cockatoo.
One missed call from: Auntie Midnight.
Izuku was trembling as he looked at his phone in his hands. He was walking down the street, wanting to go home. His phone had been on silent the whole time, and because he was beyond late everyone was rightfully worried about him.
He was in the middle of debating if he should call dad or Hichan first when an explosion sounded off not too far away from him.
"Oh man, did I accidently walk towards the fight? I shouldn't…" Izuku looked up at the smoke that wasn't too far away from him. The smell was almost sickening as it invaded the inside of his throat and nostrils. Still, Izuku moved to get a better view of the fight for himself. 'I'm already late and dad'll…kill… me.' Izuku's mind slowed to a crawl as he got into view of the fight.
Kamui Woods was holding back the crowd with a web of wood the criss crossed in every direction. "Please stay back!" Kamui called to the crowd in desperation.
Izuku's heart absolutely sank once he saw everything.
The sludge villain was in the center of the shopping plaza, The sludge was wrapped around a new victim, whoever this victim of his was seemed to have some sort of fire quirk as fire would burst out of the palms of his hands- no…
An explosion quirk.
This quirk was a dangerous one-
'Remember what dad said. No such thing as a dangerous quirk. Just dangerous people.' Izuku reminded himself. Regardless of if this person was dangerous or not, his quirk was the reason for the fire, and the reason why no hero could help in this situation. The area that the villain chose to attack was just small enough to where Mt. Lady couldn't squeeze herself in, because of the fires: Kamui Woods couldn't jump in and help the victim, and the other heroes were busy keeping the crowd back as well as putting out the fires.
'I don't understand, All Might had him trapped away in a bottle-' Izuku couldn't stop his gasp of shock once he realized: He caused the sludge villain to fall out of All Might's pant pocket when he clung on to the Hero's leg.
This was all his doing.
Izuku dropped his phone just as it lit up indicating that someone was calling him. His hands went over his mouth in shock. 'You caused this. This is your fault! How can you be so damn stupid?!' Izuku could only stare in shock at the pure chaos in front of him. It was a bad situation that was only getting worse as the seconds ticked by.
The poor person caught up in the villain…
Izuku saw a glimpse of red eyes and blonde hair-
And the next thing he knew he was running. 'What am I doing?!-'
"Kid- stop!" Kamui woods yelled and tried to grab Izuku, but Izuku was too fast for him. He ducked under Kamui's makeshift barrier and booked it for the sludge villain at full speed.
'Why am I- because I just can't let that kid die! He's just a kid! Like me!' Izuku realized his motivation, but yet, in the back of his mind, Izuku could hear it. A voice. A mocking child-like voice that was gruff and full of contempt and borderline hatred.
Izuku couldn't focus on the little voice in the back of his mind as he realized that this person couldn't breathe as sludge was oozing down his throat, Izuku would know that first hand. The first thing he did as he ran was rip his backpack off of his shoulder and he swung it at the villain, all while screaming himself hoarse.
"You again!- AH!" The sludge villain let out a shriek of pain as a book from Izuku's backpack struck him right in the eye. The villain's body seemed to move as he tried to rub at his hurt eye, this allowed the teenager to rip his face free from the sludge. He let out a weak wheezing cough, spitting up sludge and slime from his face.
'A weak spot! Remember what dad taught you, a villain is only as strong as his weak point-' Izuku cocked his arm back and curled his hand into a fist. 'And he has not one but two of them!' Izuku then threw his punch. He struck the sludge villain directly in his second eye. It was a soft, spongy feeling.
"...what?" Izuku heard the teen whisper so softly that it was almost inaudible with the chaos going on around them. Izuku never got a chance to look at the teenager or even talk to him.
"You absolute bastard!" Suddenly his arm was grabbed by sludge and before Izuku knew it he was trapped in the disgusting oozing fluid, and the villain was lifting him off of the ground. "I'll make you pay for that-" It seemed the villain was able to move his eyes all around his sludge like body, but Izuku wasn't dumb. The villain couldn't see them if he had moved his eyes behind his body so, his eyes had to be somewhere where he would be able to see both of them.
And Izuku was able to find just where one of the villain's eyes were. It was peering at Izuku at the bottom of the villain's body. 'Weak point!' It was right in the perfect kicking range for Izuku. He sprang his leg back and kicked as hard as he possibly could. He knew it did more than just hurt by the scream the villain gave, but this also came with a price on Izuku's end.
The villain decided to just toss Izuku away like he was nothing but trash. It was a harsh toss that sent Izuku flying away from the action.
Honestly, Izuku was lucky he didn't hit a patch of fire as he rolled to a stop near an alleyway. 'Ouch.' Izuku's mind spun for a moment as he slowly sat up on his arms. His vision was slightly blurry, but with a quick shake of his head he was able to correct it. When he managed to get a good look at what was happening he saw All Might- the actual All Might buffed up in front of the villain-
And that was only for a second before Izuku went flying for the second time in under thirty seconds. This gust of wind was so intense and so insane that it sent Izuku into the alleyway, and he kept on flying back farther and farther. Izuku gasped and cried out as he hit the ground more times than he'd like to count. He was desperately seeking something, anything to anchor him to the ground. Eventually, he found it, a fire exit staircase hanging on a building.
Izuku had to hold on to the staircase for dear life for several long agonizing seconds until finally the insane wind died down.
Izuku then hung there like a rag doll. His trembling hands clasped tightly around the bottom rail of the staircase as his legs limply dangled in the air. 'Holy shit…' was the only coherent thought in Izuku's head.
Then it started to sprinkle.
'Rain wasn't predicted for today.' Izuku looked up at the sky in slight bewilderment. 'Wait a minute… did All Might change the weather? With just a punch?!' Izuku blinked a little in shock before he just sighed. "Incredible. Critically injured and he can still do amazing things." He whispered to himself before he finally let go of the railing of the stairway. The drop wasn't far, but it didn't exactly feel great on his ankles either.
Izuku was tired. Beyond tired. He just wanted to go home in all honesty. Put this day behind him and focus on training for UA. He blinked at a weight in his hand and saw he had his phone. 'Odd. I thought I dropped this.' Izuku thought before shrugging. 'Weird day.' He chalked it up to that and that alone.
He shoved his phone into his back pocket and walked up to the edge of the alleyway. As much as he wanted to go home, he needed his backpack and school supplies.
His dad, though an understanding man, would not understand this. Especially if he learned that Izuku actively put himself in danger.
While the other heroes worked on cleaning up the scene, a couple even praising the blonde teenager for being brave during the whole attack, and All Might was busy talking to the press. Izuku watched them for a few moments. He knew if he walked out into the fray he'd probably get scolded or worse asked questions by the press. So, he decided to just stay put, hidden away in the alley. Though, he realized his little hiding place wasn't as hidden as he thought as at one point he and All Might locked eyes with one another. Izuku begged him to keep quiet by putting his fingers to his lips. All Might seemed to be understanding this as he looked away.
It was then did Izuku decide to finally call his family back. He had a feeling he had time to spare with all the heroes working to clean up the place.
So, he got himself situated on a rocky and unstable milk crate hidden away against the wall of the alleyway. He flipped over the milk crate and sat down before calling his father.
It rang once, before: "Where. The hell. Are you?" His father's voice was flat as usual, but there was an underlying tone of anger deep in his voice that told Izuku he was in deep trouble.
"I'm sorry, Dad…" Izuku whispered and shifted himself on the milk crate.
"Izuku, you should have been home hours ago. This is beyond 'I'm sorry'. This is unacceptable. You had me worried, Hitoshi worried, Hizashi and Nemuri just as well. I'm practically out the door ready to look for you."
"I know. I know… I kind of got mixed up with a villain."
There was silence on the other end of the phone. It lasted two seconds, three, four-
"Tell me where you are. Now."
"Dad-"
"Now. Izuku."
So, Izuku told him where he was. "I'm sticking close to the alleyway. I just need to get my bag."
"I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't you dare move."
Aizawa hung up after that and Izuku felt a dread creep and settle into his stomach. "I'm so dead…"
The excitement of the battle started to die down shortly after Izuku's phone call, and when the coast seemed to be clear, Izuku got up from his hiding spot. His legs ached and his arms felt oddly heavy. Still, he started to collect his things and put them away in his bag.
He was maybe thirty seconds into this when suddenly a hand started to help him collect his scattered papers. Izuku looked up in alarm, but he relaxed a little when he saw it was All Might, but in his smaller form not his buffed up one. 'Small Might. Makes it easier for me anyways.'
"I'm sorry." Izuku whispered as he tapped a few papers on the ground to get them straight again. "I don't know why I did what I did." He continued to whisper.
"As you should be, you're a bit of a troublemaker it seems… but in all reality…I also owe you an apology." Small might told him with a grunt. Izuku stopped collecting his papers and looked up.
"Why would you need to apologize?"
Small Might handed Izuku some papers and he happily took them. "Because, even though I told you it was up to you to be a hero, I didn't fully believe you had what it takes and today… you proved to me that you do have what it takes. Izuku, you were a hero today. At least to me."
A lump formed into Izuku's throat as he dropped his papers to the ground. Tears started to well into the corners of his eyes and before he knew it he was weeping. He wasn't sobbing, just weeping. But, these were weeps of happiness. "I'm- I'm sorry! I just…" Izuku sucked in a loud and shaky breath. "That's all I really ever wanted to hear…" A small hiccup left his mouth as his weeping was threatening to turn into sobbing. "And I prom-promise, All M- sir, I promise you, I'm going to try and be the best hero I can be."
"I know you will… because if you'll allow me, young Izuku. I want to train you."
Izuku felt like he could start crying all over again as he slowly looked at All Might with wide and wet eyes.
"I can't explain everything here, there are too many people that could possibly overhear us." Small Might dropped his voice to a whisper so small that Izuku almost couldn't hear him. Izuku wiped his unshed tears away from his eyes as he leaned in. "Can I get your phone number? I have questions about your life that I need to know in order for this to work."
Izuku didn't need to think twice about it. Fishing a pen out of his bag he scribbled his phone number down on a piece of scrap paper and handed it to Small Might. However, this moment between them didn't last when Izuku's spidey sense seemed to kick in and he lifted his head up. Off in the distance he saw his father looking over the sea of people clearly trying to locate him. "My dad is here. I have to go, if I don't respond, I might be grounded… or dead-"
Small Might's face twisted in horror and Izuku quickly corrected himself.
"I shouldn't say that. He's a loving dad really, he is, but I need to get going." Izuku's voice was quick and hurried as collected the rest of his things and haphazardly shoved them in his bag. "Oh, real quick. I go to Kaisei Middle school." Izuku really wasn't sure if Small Might heard him or not, but he didn't have time to repeat himself as he waved his father down. "Dad, I'm over here!"
"You charged at a villain!? Have you lost your mind?!"
As much as Izuku wanted to lie to his father. He couldn't. At least, he couldn't lie about what he did as he tried to save the other teenager. He kept most of the All Might stuff a secret, say for All Might saving him the first and second time.
Izuku kept his head ducked down as his father paced up and down in front of him.
They were back home now in the kitchen. Hitoshi was immediately sent to his room just for the sheer fact that he may try to intervene or worse, add to the berating. Izuku eyed Tora sitting on the counter top and he went to pet the cat in an attempt to soothe his nerves.
"Don't touch the cat focus on me." Aizawa practically hissed as he continued to pace. "Just what were you thinking, Izuku?"
Izuku brought his hand to his side. "I wasn't thinking-"
"-That's apparent."
"I saw the guy being held hostage and… dad. He was just another teenager, he couldn't be older than me and…I don't know, my feet moved before my mind did. I know what I did was stupid and I know what I did was beyond reckless, but I was the one that allowed that boy to breathe again when the heroes couldn't."
"So, that's why you did what you did? To gain fame because you know I do not approve-"
"Of course I didn't do it because of fame!" Izuku knew he was probably going to regret raising his voice at his father, but he couldn't help it. He started to get a little heated, so much so that his face was flushing and his heart was skipping a beat. "I did it because the hero's couldn't do anything to help that boy! He was drowning in sludge! I wasn't about to watch someone die when I could do something to help him! I didn't even know the guy, dad! Are you going to stand there and tell me you would have let him die if you were in my shoes?!"
This time it was Aizawa who seemed to flush a little. "Do not twist this around on me, Izuku! And if I were there of course I would have helped the boy, but there's a difference between you and me-"
"What? That you have a quirk!?"
Aizawa stopped his pacing and in a sudden displacement of a lost temper he slammed his fist on the countertop with such a harsh THUMP! That it not only caused the counter top to vibrate but also caused Tora to take off running. His eyes flashed a ferocious red and his hair rose to the air.
No! That I'm a fucking prohero! It's my job to save people and you need to remember something important here and now. You are a child, this has nothing to do with your lack of a quirk! You aren't a pro, far from it, I understand you want to save people. Hell, Izuku, I even commend you for it because so few people actually want that these days, but what you did wasn't even reckless. It was so, so, stupid! If you would have died because you charged into a fight that wasn't even yours to start with… did you even think of me? Or Hitoshi?"
Aizawa's eyes returned to normal and his hair lowered around his face. His father put his hand on Izuku's shoulder and leaned down so they were now eye-to-eye. He then lowered his voice. "Don't you think your brother lost enough people in his lifetime?"
"..." Izuku sniffled and raised a hand to wipe his tears away as he did think about it: Hitoshi learning the news that he had died from the sludge villain and is now alone with only their father. How Hitoshi would probably have even more nightmares now, no one he could crawl into bed with when the nightmares got too much. It just filled Izuku with so much guilt that it caused him to lightly cry.
Yet… Izuku didn't regret helping that boy from the sludge villain. He only regretted the idea of leaving Hichan behind.
Izuku sniffled lightly and wiped his tears away with the palm of his hand.
Aizawa sighed. "Just… go to your room. We'll discuss punishment later."
Izuku went to his room as requested… but he snatched up Miso on his way. The calico mewed when he did this. Izuku shut his door, threw his stuff on his floor and plopped onto his bed with Miso on his chest. Seeming to understand that he was upset, Miso stayed in place and rubbed her head against his face while purring.
Izuku quietly scratched under Miso's chin for a while as he lay there lost in his thoughts. His thoughts were everywhere while he tried to decompress from the day's event. His thoughts would be of the boy he had helped save. How the boy looked just slightly familiar to Izuku, but he couldn't figure out why. Then they would shift to the sludge villain, the feeling of the thick sludge that would coat the inside of his throat still lingered and it made him gag every now and again. Then his memories would go to All Might and the injury.
It was a lot and he couldn't even focus on one thought for too long.
Eventually, Izuku dozed off. His body needed the rest after such a day and experience.
He only woke up slightly to the sound of someone opening his door, probably to let Miso out. He heard a sigh before his father came in. Izuku continued to lay there and try to go back to sleep hoping his father hadn't picked up that he had awoken. Aizawa quietly bent down and started to untie Izuku's shoes. In a few seconds he had the shoes off of his feet and down on the floor below. "What am I going to do with you?"
His father then left shortly after that.
It wasn't too long after that when his door opened again and he felt a weight on the edge of his bed and before he knew it, Izuku was wrapped up into the loving arms of his brother. Hitoshi mumbled slightly as he nuzzled against the crook of Izuku's neck. "Please don't do something like that again, Zuchan…" Hitoshi whispered.
Izuku mumbled his reply, but he really wasn't sure what he had said in response to his brother's request. Still, Izuku wrapped his arms around Hitoshi and nuzzled against his brother's chest. Izuku wish he could say it was one of the better sleeps he had, but that would be lying. He kept waking up with the fear that something was creeping, no, oozing down his windpipe in hopes of taking his body over. Even with Hichan holding him tight, those dreams and those feelings refused to leave him alone.
