If you scream, you'd better run

There was nothing, not a thought crossed his head in that moment, for seconds after his emotions had passed he stayed on the ground, letting himself feel every injury up. Burns bruises and strongly a few cuts littered his body, he could still feel the place where his arms were constrained, their muscles aching desperately.

He lifted himself from the hard concrete, feeling pebbles clinging to his skin and clothes, well, what was left unturned of them, of course, that wasn't much so he ignored them for the time, prioritizing getting away from the school yard first, that always came first, if he was to late and the teachers caught him… it wouldn't be pretty.

His legs ached, matching burns adorned either side of his thighs, no doughty katsuki had put them there on purpose, he never wanted him to live without a constant reminder that he was less than nothing. Of course, he had to power on. There was no stopping now

He clambered under a hole in the school fence, letting branches from a nearby bush get caught in his hair, making him look like a burned bush, katsuki would have laughed, but he felt no such humor in this scenario, he was in pain, and he knew how to fix it, and yet he didn't have the strength too, he could only watch as his life was played with as if it was a toy. Of course, to them it was, but he didn't see it that way

He was scared, his body burned and he had no idea how to fix it, so he ran , with every fiber of his body, he ran, past his road, past his neighborhood, past his city, he had no idea how far he ran, only that he couldn't afford to stop, not if he wanted his life, not if he wanted to be himself, not if he wanted to be Izuku, If he wanted to be Izuku he couldn't stay, where he was raised, his home, he was deku. He was deku to his teachers, his neighbors, he can't even recall the last time his mother had called him anything other than deku

His home wasn't his own, it only felt cold, unloving as the school was and just as unforgiving, the care his mother once gave him, non-existent in his life now. He had quickly come to know the cold indifference after his diagnosis, that look of burden that she would give him, as if he was just some sort of cockroach that would live on her floor, ever taking food and energy, something that she would get rid of the moment she could. And that hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn't go back, never again.

He ran as fast as he could and he didn't stop until he collapsed into a pile of trash, ah yes, where he belonged, there were vile bags around him, some of them reeked of old expired food, but he was fortunate for once in his life to be laying on what seems to be a bag of sold clothes that someone had thrown out, he could not be more grateful that someone was this wasteful, I mean, now he has somewhere to rest through the night, that is, if he doesn't die first.

He laid his head down on the trash, letting himself drift off into a dreamless sleep, he was thankful for that, because if it wasn't, then nightmares would have plagued his mind while he slept. He never moved much in his sleep, but someone had noticed, the stranger loomed over him as he slept, not sure if they should be worried about the young boy or if they should leave him to rot in the trash, ultimately, they decided to grab him up into their arms and take them somewhere warm.

-pov shinso—-

He had no idea what he was doing. Well, not completely at least, he could tell the boy was young, around a year or two younger than he himself was, his parents would never allow him to bring him in, so he had to climb in through his bedroom window. The boy was light enough for him to carry in his arms, and that's really saying something for him

He wasn't the strongest kid on the block, nor was he anywhere near the biggest. But the kid seemed like he barely ate, his arms small and his body frail, he made sure not to hurt him going through the window. After he made his way in, he let the boy down onto his bed, making sure not to wake him up. He left the room for a moment, grabbing the only spare blanket his parents wouldn't miss, the old ratty one that he had hidden in the closet ages ago (honestly same)

He laid in over the boy, he watched him as he slept, he made sure not to move so much, as he was sure that any big movements would wake the boy. Even in his sleep he looked to be on high alert. As if he was expecting an attack to come at any moment to wake him up, not that Shinso would know anything about that… breezing past his own trauma he stepped out of the room once more, giving him privacy as he slept, not wanting him to both, wake up in a strangers house and with someone watching him.

He went to the kitchen, his parents were in the living room so he made sure to be quiet, he made himself a pot of coffee, making sure to drink just enough so that the mystery boy would have some to drink once he woke up, if he was tired enough to pass out in trash, then he was tired enough for coffee, then again, that was the motto he gave himself, not a motto for everyone he supposes, but that can wait for when he cares, oh wait, thats never.

He sat and drank his coffee, sitting outside of his room until his curfew, yes, he had an in house curfew, just a few of the rules that made him feel so 'at home'. He didn't mind it any other day, but that meant he had to go back into his room and either sleep on the floor, or wake the sleeping boy and make him sleep on the floor, which is just mean, so he settled in for the night, making sure that the boy wasn't awake yet, he grabbed a pillow from the bed and laid it on the floor.

Thank god his floor was carpeted, and yet, it still felt hard as a rock, well, its not as if the bed was any different than that, they were both uncomfortable to begin with, but at least the carpet wouldn't be warm finally, he settled in for the night, letting himself slowly drift off into his dreams of a world where there would be no descrimination, a world where he could live

-pov izuku-

Izuku had been awake for hours at this point, hours he spent lying in the soft embrace of the bed. He hadn't thought of leaving since he had woken up, that is, until the boy came in. He was tall, clearly a bit underfed and very lithe. He didn't seem like the type that would kidnap people, but then again, he is in a strangers house after all, he didn't want to take aunty chances, so he stayed still. He couldn't exactly see the boy, but he could hear him taking a pillow from right beside his head and going to lay down at the foot of the bed.

He felt bad for him, the boy had rescued him and now he was sleeping on his floor just to let a Deku sleep in his bed. But this would most likely be the best sleep he is going to get for the next couple of days, so he stayed still, keeping his breathing flat and eyes closed, he hated every moment the boy was looking at him, at any moment he could be found out and then he would have to leave, and he just couldn't leave, not yet, not when he only just got to maybe the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in, so there was no other choice, he had to wait until morning