My Hero Academia: Yashiro The First Quirk

Ch.32- Past Trauma

Trigger Warning: Self-Harm

It's been a while, I haven't seen Shouta once outside of class time in almost a month. It had been a month since it happened, I felt like a part of me had died. Sometimes I swear I could still feel the rain that poured down on us that day. Since then I've been barely been able to keep my head above water.

I cut another line into my thigh, it hurt, but I needed it. My quirk was the one used that killed him. My fault. I sliced again, my thighs were red with my past sessions and now fresh blood tricked down. Maybe I should have listened to my parents, my quirk was dangerous. All I was going to do was get someone killed. I dug the blade a little harder into my skin, tears building up.

From outside my small bathroom I heard something, I creaked the bathroom door open and I heard it. Knocking, I quickly scrambled to wipe away the blood and scramble to get a tank top and pyjama pants on. I began to head to the door; the knocking was still there. Was a teacher doing dorm apartment checks?

I unlocked the door and opened it, I saw Shouta standing there, I froze. He looked haggard, his hair was a mess, his eyes had dark circles under them. I pulled him inside, shutting the door I saw him crumpled down to his knees. Racing over I wrapped my arms around him as I heard his almost silent cries.

"Shou, you don't need to act so tough…" I hushed, hypocrite. "Come on you can tell me anything?"

"Zashi, I'm sorry, I was too weak…" he muttered, I hugged him tighter. "I couldn't save him…"

"Shouta that wasn't your fault, you defeated that thing, it took out the pro's, you were amazing." I hushed; besides it was my fault. "I can tell you for certain, none of that was your fault."

"I was the one there!" he sobbed breaking free from my hold. "Whose fault could it be besides me!"

"It used my quirk…" I stated, his eyes widened. "It wasn't your fault, it was mine…"

"Zashi, I-I, it wasn't you… It was the thing…" he stuttered, I looked away from him.

"You don't need to bother trying to stay with me, I was my fault after all… My parents were right, trying to become a hero… All I can do is hurt people…" I argued, I felt him grab my chin turning me to him.

"Hizashi!" he shouted, I looked up him as I saw real tears forming in his eyes. "You're a great hero, one of the top heroes in our class! I never want to hear you agree with those people again!"

"Shou, I was supposed to be cheering you up…" I stated weakly, a small smile formed on his face as I saw his eyes well up but no tears formed.

"Let's just say we're both a mess…" he offered, I chuckled and he looked down at me. "Hizashi why are your pyjama's stained?"

I felt my heart stop and sink into my stomach, I felt him look at me, I bit my lip I closed my eyes. I can't let him see, come on Hizashi think of something. Shaving, no I didn't even have a single facial hair. I felt him touch my thigh I hissed in pain; how deep did I go?

"Zashi, what happened?" he pleaded, I opened my eyes to see him looking concerned.

"It's nothing, I was just being a klutz," I argued, he glared at me.

"Don't lie, what happened?" he demanded, I bite my lip.

"I just got low…" I stated, he cupped my cheek. "It's nothing too serious I swear."

"Show me." He stated, I shook my head. "Hizashi, I need to treat them."

"Let me go put on boxers…" I muttered, I got up and went to the bathroom.

I shut the door and slipped down my pyjama pants and grabbed my abandoned boxers. As I began to put them on and my thighs hurt more, okay maybe I went to deep on one. Once there were on, I slide the door open and Shouta was standing there. He took my hand and set me down on my bed, he knelt in front of me.

"I'm going to get your first aid kit, one of those might need stitches." He stated and went to my bathroom to grab the first aid kit he knew I kept.

Soon he returned and began to pour peroxide onto a cotton ball and then began to clean the swallow wounds. I gritted my teeth at the sting, then he began to dab at the deep on the seemed wider than before. Once he was done, he grabbed the zip-stitches, he began to set them up and I bit my finger as he tightened them. Then he grabbed some bandages and wrapped up my thigh to keep it all clean. Tying it off he looked up at me.

"How long?" he asked, I looked away not wanting to answer. "Please Zashi, tell me?"

"Since I was ten, it's all I could do to cope…" I muttered, he stood up and hugged me.

"I'm sorry Zashi, you've been struggling all alone for so long…" he apologized.

"Don't apologize, you didn't even know me back then," I argued, he hugged me tighter.

"I knew you for a year, and I didn't notice, not once… Please Zashi, let me help, you don't have to do this alone." He pleaded he pulled back looking up at me.

"I'll try Shou," I replied tearing up.

"I'm gonna stay over here for a bit, is that okay?" he asked, I smiled as he sat next to me.

"Yeah, I'm always happy to be with you Shou," I answered, he reached over and stroked my cheek. "I was kinda missing you…"

"I won't leave you alone ever again, I promise." He promised, I smiled at him. Shouta was here, he was still my friend.

(Aizawa's POV)

I heard my phone ring, I ignored as I held Hizashi as he slept. I was so blind! My best friend, the one still here with me I left him alone. Even before all this I never noticed all the pain he was put through. I knew he had been abused, yet I never talk to him. For all the time I've known him he's been doing this to himself in secret. I'm an idiot!

I hear my phone begin to ring again, it must be grandfather, I didn't want to answer. He has gotten worse since the incident, he told me I should have just stayed with the home business. I didn't want that life; I didn't want to rule over an underworld I wanted to fight against. I don't care he send the Giichi, or Tatsuo I don't care anymore.

I heard my phone ring again, I glared over to where it sat on the small table Hizashi had in his room. I could see it move with the vibrations and it was light up. I didn't need to see who it was, the only person who called me was Grandfather. Why did I let that fool control my life? I didn't care if I lost my inheritance, I would never take it anyway.

I closed my eyes as I held Hizashi, he was still asleep thankful, he was exhausted from his mental breakdown. Then I saw it, I gritted my teeth, he activated my tracker. Damn that old man. I gently began to lay Hizashi down and went to my phone. I took Hizashi's keys as I stepped out the door.

I dialled the number as I leaned against the door, "Shouta Aizawa!" Grandfather shouted.

"I'm fine, old man," I stated, I could hear a door shut.

"I'm sending Tatsuo to pick you up." He stated, I scowled.

"I'm not coming home, send them back." I replied, "I'm done, go make my cousin the heir. I'm done hiding from you, I'm gay. Nothing will change that, and I will not give up being a hero. I have someone I need to protect and I will do it no matter what."

"I will send your bags then." He grumbled, "keep the phone I don't need it back."

"Understood, and next time I meet you I will be a hero," I stated, I heard him hang up.

I sighed and slide down against the door sitting down, now to wait for the school bag and whatever else he felt like giving me. I rubbed at my eyes, they stung as they dried out, whenever I cried my quirk made my eyes dryer. I hope I had eye drops in my school bag, I pulled back my bangs.

(Hizashi's POV)

I awoke, I looked around, where was Shouta? I stood up and my thigh ached, maybe he was in the bathroom. I hobbled toward the bathroom then I could hear something. I leaned toward my door; it was from just outside.

"A year, a year was all you had to wait, then it was all yours! Are you insane Shouta!" A voice hissed; I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"I don't care, and I will not become a Yakuza, I want nothing to do with the family business. I'm a hero. Stop trying to get me to go back, I made my choice." Shouta replied he sounded agitated.

"Shouta, you've already failed at this hero thing, just come back." The voice continued.

"I only fail if I give up, and I have someone I want to protect, he's all I have left. Unless you give me trouble, I won't bust you, but I'm cutting my ties. Just go back to Grandfather Tatsuo." He hissed.

I felt a lump my throat and I heard something drop and heavy footsteps leave. I heard the key enter the lock and I shot back as the door opened. Shouta stepped in and looked at me his eyes wide in shock as I lay on the floor stunned.

"I'll leave if you want?" he stated, I couldn't speak I was still in shock. "Okay, please Hizashi no more cutting tonight…"

He began to turn to leave, "No!" I screamed; I felt the wall rattle with my quirk. "I mean, please don't go Shou…"

He grabbed his bag and drug it in and shut the door, he stepped over to me and offered a hand. I took it and he helped me up and helped me walk back to my bed. Setting me down he went and grabbed his bag shoving it by my table and then he sat on a cushion at the table.

"How much did you hear?" he asked, he looked like he had just been scolded.

"Your family is Yakuza?" I stated, he sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, I never planned to be in that work, I essentially was staying just to get my education easier. When I didn't return home, my grandfather called me a bunch before activating the tracker on my phone." He explained.

"Who was out there with you?"

"Tatsuo, he's a top member kinda like a babysitter to me, he was trying to get me to come home. I won't, I told Grandfather I was gay, I couldn't return if I wanted."

"Why? You could have just gone home, right?"

"I couldn't leave you here, I'm not leaving you alone, not now…"

"Why?"

"You're all I have left, and I still want to be a hero with you…"

"Shou…"

"I couldn't go on if you died too… You and him were the only friends I have ever made in my life. You're the only people I can say I truly cared about in all my life. I just want to be by your side forever…"

I slide off the bed and hugged Shouta as he led over the table trembling. I leaned my cheek against his shoulder as I heard him let out sob like breathes. No more tears, he was all out, just like after Oboro died. His quirk made him almost incapable of tears, and when he did it caused him pain. He was in pain, so much… Like me…

"I want to be by your side forever Shou, and maybe Oboro is with us too, he was always stubborn like that…" I soothed, he chuckled in his sobs. "I don't care about what your family did, you're still Shou, the grumpy grump, sleepy prince and my best friend."

"I'll need to find a place to stay…" he muttered, I chuckled.

"You're welcome here, with me…" I replied I felt him turn toward me.

"I'm not a great roommate…" he muttered, I grinned at him.

"Can't scare me off Shou, no matter how grumpy you are I will always be here." I chimed, he smirked at me.

"We should probably head to bed we have class tomorrow…" he stated, I smiled at him.

"Cuddle time then Shou-chan." I cooed, he got up dragging me with me.

"You are ridiculous Zashi." He hummed, I smiled at him.

"And you love it!" I cheered, he smiled and helped me onto the bed.

"Yeah, I do." He replied as he laid down next to me.

(Yashiro's POV)

I looked over to see Dad and Papa had fallen asleep working on the living room table. I took a quick photo and went to move them up to their room. I saw they were holding hands as they leaned against each other. Papa was drooling and Dad was softly snoring, it was so cute. I tried to get them to release each other, soon I heard sounds of them waking up.

"Ugh, what are you doing?" Dad grumbled, I pulled back and saw Papa was waking up blinking his eyes.

"I was going to get you two to bed, but I guess that failed." I joked; he rubbed his eye as Papa looked at me tiredly.

"Did you have a nice jog?" Papa asked his voice soft with tiredness.

"Yep, Shinso-kun joined me, he was really eager to train. He said he would jog with me every week." I chimed, he smiled as Dad began to look at the papers on the table. "Dad it's late you can work on that stuff tomorrow, you are tired, go to bed."

"Go take your shower kid, I need to finish this grading." He huffed shoving my shoulder playfully.

"If you work too hard I will sick Auntie on you." I teased; he waved his hand to shoo me off.

"He's almost done, go shower then we can take our medicine." Papa placated.

"No more work once I'm out," I ordered as I smiled and headed to the bathroom my Pajama's already laid out for me.

"Hear that Shou, it's crunch time!" Papa joked, I smiled, sometimes I wonder how they worked together so well. I guess this is what real love is.