"Holy shit."
The thin gray haired man behind the screen showed the ware of life had on him in 480p. Eyes sunken deep inside their sockets, a top half spot with a thin ring behind his ears. Geus couldn't hold the screen still anymore. His mouth was dry and irritated his brain.
"Listen. If you survive this transition and I hand you this. Never talk about it in front of me." The man behind the screen warned. For a second his silver eyes flashed from a sudden light.
"Dad."
"We always knew you had a quirk from the beginning of the beginning. It was my side of the family, son. But I only got a few minutes."
Tears ran down the sides of his cheeks which evaporated fairly quickly. Steam could be seen from the other side of the door from whoever looked in. So did the voice the phone played, giving a sign for him not to be disturbed. He sucked in with a shakey inhale and brutally exhaled.
"I always had a quirk too. But mine is quite different that yours. I have the growth around my heart just like you but my quirk is only there to save my life. So I was always able to hide it." A small noise came from off the screen, grabbing his father's attention. "Look up and find Rikiya Yotsubashi, tell him you're grandfather is Gaz. I know that name should ring a bell. Thank Kendo."
The video stopped after he reached for the camera. All Geus could do at that point was to stop and stare. "You couldn't even say that to me in person."
A small knock brought him out of his inner mind. He turned around to the door. "What are you doing here?"
"I was told you have nobody to check you out of the hospital." Bailey smirked. He leaned on the open frame and held up a pair of handcuffs. "Come on kid. You want answers don't you?"
"How do you know what I really want? I just faced my strongest opponent and lost." Geus's head dropped to the bandages around his arms. "Even my new move wasn't strong enough."
Bailey placed the cuffs back around his belt and walked up to the kid. He grabbed Geus's head and tucked it inside his chest. He could feel a stack of papers slap his back and pressed into it.
"I'm going to take you to school. Check out that itch on you back when you're alone in your dorm." Bailey advised. He broke the hug and grabbed Geus's sports bag from the chair in the corner of the room. "When you're ready I'll be in the lobby waiting."
He looked at where the bag was, now all that was left was his school uniform. And after he took his time to change into it, he rolled the sleeves partly up. Strength applied toward the edge of his bandage and pulled hard. Both sides of his arm had a inch thick flesh scar. A slight purple tint flowed at thinner parts.
It took hours for Geus to find the courage to leave his room. All he could think about was his weakness. The power he held but couldn't use. That phone. Did Bailey listen to the video first? Was it hidden in his father's will and Bailey was always a plant? What was his father's secret life?
When he managed to leave to the main lobby, he had only one breakdown. The elevator music to the main floor broke him. He smashed the glass mirror with his mask. He turned as the elevator doors slid open at the dingy.
No words exchanged between the two when Geus nodded to Bailey. He stepped next to Geus's side and walked to his car. The clock inside the car already read a time hours after the school day ended. The anxiety spruced up, first day back and he failed that.
The silent car ride didn't appear awkward for either of them. Bailey pulled up to the curb of his dorms and Geus got out. He grabbed his back from the trunk and walked to the four tower building.
A small rush of cold air brushed against his bald head. A welcome sign for his school he almost forgot about.
"Geus you're back!" Midoriya yelled out. He rushed out from the couch and sprinted over to him. "You finally woke up."
Geus dropped his bag and bowed to him. "Thank you. For saving me."
"Oh come on it was a team effort. If it wasn't for the tracker in your mask we might've not even been able to save Eri."
"Geus you're back." Momo walked up from behind Midoriya and firmly grasped Geus's cheeks. "I don't think you need this still."
Geus froze and blushed. A nearly silent click came from the mask. She pulled off the chunk of metal and smiled. "Come on, smile."
He did as he was told and smiled. "So they used the Yoayorozu design." Geus chuckled. "Thought they would've used their's or that pink hair girl's."
"I had a lot of time to study you're equipment to be able to replicate it." Momo blushed and waved Geus away.
Geus grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder. "Do I got any syringes left in the fridge? I'm a head up to my room."
Midoriya snapped his fingers and pointed at Geus. "We still do. Catch up with Iida, our school's doing a culture festival and he can get you all caught up."
"Or Jirou. I know with your bass skills, you two could figure something out to play." Momo offered.
He maneuvered past them and snickered. "I'm pretty rusty from months without playing. I'll just ruin her show."
He avoided the elevator this time around and walked slowly up the steps. Each step sounded thicker with the thuds. It was therapy in his ears, a reminder from before.
"Geus?" Jirou questioned.
He looked up from the ground. "I don't think anyone has said my name as much as today." Geus charged up the next flight of steps to reach her. "I'm glad it's from you though."
"You kept up with your music while you were out?" Her body changed and closed up her stance. "I might need you."
"Coming from you. I'll do whatever it is that you need." He fixed the strap around his shoulder. "Just give me a call."
"Well you should start practicing again. I will need you."
Geus fixed his bag with a little jerk around his shoulder. "I said I'd help you out not carry your burdens. We'll figure something out."
Inside his own head he was glad nobody else was there to pop out of anywhere. He entered his room and locked the door behind him. The room was mostly not the same as he left it. All his things were there, his bed, a empty bookshelf, the bass in the corner, and the laptop on the desk.
Except he left the room as a mess. His blankets were crumbled against the wall with the bass on it, and the laptop open and should be dead. He walked over to it and clicked the power button, turning on immediately.
"Oh, the cord was plugged in." He pulled out the chair and plopped down with a loud and exaughsted groan. "I don't remember my password." He patted his pocket and sighed again. "My phones' in my bag."
That moment of dispare shoved everything out. He was free, the anger, the pain, it all dispersed as he relaxed. If tears could leave his eyes they would've. 'Thank you.'
