He's a Child!
"Midoriya, listen to me." He growled as he grabbed the child's hands, trying to get them to lay flat against his chest. The rapid breathing coming from the greenette had the teacher worried. He knew what hyperventilating looked like and he knew what a panic attack could do to an individual if they weren't curbed.
Except he wasn't sure he was going to be able to curb this attack. The kid was too far into it and wasn't even staring at the teacher anymore. His eyes had dulled and his breathing was so rapid and shallow he was surprised his lips hadn't turned completely blue yet.
"You have to try and follow my breathing, come on kid." He growled as he forced a hand open and flat against his chest. The other one he kept a hold of and rubbed calming circles into it. It didn't seem to be doing much. "Come on, one, two, three." He counted each deep breath he took, but the kid couldn't seem capable.
He needed to do something else. Something to knock him out of the thoughts that were causing the panic. It would be easier if he knew why, but he didn't, so he had to do something else. Something that might make the kid shock himself out of this attack and quickly.
The kid was smart, scarily so, which might be something he could use to help the kid out. Alright, play towards the kid's intellect and hit upon something he enjoyed.
"Midoriya, tell me what you know about my quirk." He ordered, tapping on the kids hands lightly. He sighed when he saw a spark in those dull eyes, not quite brightening all the way, but it was something to go off of. "Tell me kid, that's an order. Make it good and I might even give you extra credit for it."
The teen gasped as he focused on his teacher, staring at him blankly for a moment, causing Aizawa to wonder if he was going to respond to this or not.
Then, the kid opened it mouth, speaking slowly and stuttering every other word, but he spoke about Aizawa's quirk. He spoke of the pros and cons of the quirk, the techniques that his teacher used to cover for the cons, and then new ideas to help improve his abilities. One being either tying his hair up or chopping it off so that he no longer had a tell.
He'd never cut his hair but Aizawa would most likely tie his hair up from now on. Something he should have thought about when Shigaraki had figured it out during the USJ and had used it against him.
He did not think his goggles were ugly nor stupid. The kid had no clue what he was talking about.
They must've sat there in front of the dorms for an hour, maybe two, just allowing Midoriya to talk about his quirk, trying to calm him down.
Then there was a moment when Midoriya stopped talking and they fell quiet.
Aizawa when to speak but then had to hurriedly wrap his arms around the boy as he fell forward, right into his chest. He quickly moved the kid enough to look at his face and realized that he had fallen asleep.
He sighed as he realized the kid would be okay before looking down at the blood that was splattered across his shirt and face. How he was able to walk anywhere like that without being stopped was beyond him.
They needed to go to the infirmary, Recovery Girl was normally on call during the week, so it wouldn't be hard to get her to meet him there.
He sent a quick text to her before scooping the kid in his arms and walking across campus, mentally groaning at the weight of the kid. For being such a small green bean, he was packing some major weight to him.
The kid's face was impossibly pale and the area around his eyes were swollen and red. Whatever had forced Midoriya into this state, must've been bad, especially since Nighteye was throwing a fit at getting the kid back to his agency.
Too bad for him, he'd have to wait until he was sure the kid was okay. He had failed many times before where this kid was concerned, so he wasn't going to make the similar mistakes from the past. Nighteye would have to wait until he was sure Midoriya was ok, both physically and mentally.
He wasted little time in opening the door to the infirmary and settling the kid on the cot, Recovery Girl already moving to look the teen over. "What happened this time?" She questioned with exasperation, obviously very tired of having to look this specific teen over all the time.
"No clue. I got a call from Nighteye, asking where Midoriya was when the kid should've been with him at his agency. Kid showed up about two hours ago and fell into a panic attack. Took forever to get him out of it." He explained as quicklky as possible.
"Hmm, that must be why he's unconscious then. Panic Attacks drain the individual greatly, especially if they are forced to go through them for long periods of time." She hummed as she moved his arms joints, eyes narrowing in thought before moving towards his fingers. "I need to do some x-rays." She decided, shooing the older man out. "I'll call you once I've figured out what's going on."
With that, Aizawa was unceremoniously kicked out and left to wait.
HC
As he waited to hear about the problem child, he texted Nedzu, called Midoriya Inko, and then sent a text to Nighteye and All Might. He made sure those who needed to know were in the know and he was now also waiting for Mrs. Midoriya to show up so that she could see her son and maybe help sooth him if he was to go into another panic attack.
Nedzu had replied that he'd be down to hear about what had happened and hopefully help reassure the worried mother. All Might was already standing outside the door, twisting his fingers as he waited to be allowed in to see the boy.
"I'm going down to meet with Mrs. Midoriya and bring her up. Text me if Recovery Girl lets you in." Aizawa stated as he walked off down the hall, ignoring the grunted reply from the once number one. The walk down to the gates was calm and silent, nothing out of place for the late hour of the night. Almost one in the morning at this point.
He sighed as he leaned against the gate's wall, waiting for the mother. She should be arriving anytime now and he didn't want to waste anytime checking her in at the front gate, so he had already made sure it was done so they could get moving as soon as she got here.
"I thought I told you to bring him straight to my agency." A voice shattered the silence of the night and Aizawa's eyes narrowed as they instantly landed on the immaculate form of Sir Nighteye. "The information he has is vital for an on going investigation."
"The student is currently in the care of Recovery Girl, as he returned covered in blood, shock, and proceeded to go into a panic attack." Aizawa informed coldly. "My top priority, as Midoriya's homeroom teacher-a teacher in general- is to make sure he is safe and healthy. I will not just drag him to an agency just because another hero demanded me to. Especially when it could affect his health."
Nighteye scowled at him as he waved Togata back onto the school campus, completely late for curfew but excused as he was at his internship. "Midoriya is an intern of mine, meaning I can pull him out when I feel the need for his assistance." He held a paper out towards the teacher imperiously.
Said teacher just stared at him blandly as he looked at the filled out paperwork and the stamped seal. "Except I have yet to approve this internship." He pointed to the spots that were left for him to sign, empty. "So until I have confirmed that Midoriya wishes to work with you and have filled out my part of the paperwork, you have no right to be pulling him out, let alone demanding of his presence."
Nighteye went to say something else but was stopped when a warbling voice broke them up. "Ex-excuse me! Mr. Aiz-zawa?" He turned and saw the portly green haired woman with tears streaming down her face already. "My-my so-on?"
"Right, come with me Mrs. Midoriya, I'll take you right up." He said just as he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and looked it over, sighing as he read the text from the blonde saying Recovery Girl was waiting for them. "Good timing, Recovery Girl has finished her examination and is ready to tell us what's wrong with Midoriya."
He led the woman up towards the school, ignoring the second presence that was unwanted at this point of time. The man was making himself more of a nuisance than anything else. He'd survive it but if he upset his student or his mother, then he would boot him. He wasn't taking any shit anymore, let alone from a hero who was self-entitled.
"Good, we're all here." Recovery Girl hummed as she looked at everyone gathered. Her gaze narrowed at the unexpected inclusion of Nighteye but let it go as she looked towards the mother. "If you don't mind the others being here, I'd like to go over what I've found."
Inko looked around her, taking in the form of the slightly pale All Might with blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, the stoic principal standing on the end of her son's bed, the ruffled looking homeroom teacher, and impeccable form of the unexpected hero. "Um, I do-on't m-mind. Just tel-ell me what's hap-ppended to my-my son."
The elderly hero nodded at that as she looked down at the clipboard with all the information. "When Midoriya was first brought in, he had blood splattered on his face and shirt, some of it was even on his pants. I changed him into a gown and the clothes have been bagged for later." She pointed over to where said bag was before continuing. "When I began to examine your son, there was something I noticed right away."
She walked over to the bed and pulled out the arm that had massive amounts of scarring on it from previous fights and the sports festival. She held it aloft in her own hands as she allowed the others in the room to stare at it.
Surprisingly, it was All Might that was able to answer what they were looking for. Though a splatter of blood came before the surprised answer. "His fingers, they….they're not crooked."
That caught all of their attention, excluding Nighteye who just raised a brow at that. "That's right." She allowed the mother to take the hand so that she could look at it herself. "The scarring is still there and even some new scars is as well." She pointed out said scars that ran up his arms like he had been sliced repeatedly over and over again.
"But….wh-at does tha-at mean?" Inko murmured as she handled her son's hand, taking in the straightened fingers and the newer scars that laid on her son's forearms. It was almost like someone took a scalpel and just put cuts there for the style of it.
"I don't know, but it's like his arms," she pulled the over down to reveal that the boy's other arm had similar marks on it with an IV in the back of his hand, "have been torn asunder and put back together. Like his arms have been rebuilt but had to be ripped apart to do so." She covered the boy up, allowing the mother to keep a hold of the one hand though. It seemed to help relax her and the lines on Midoriya's face loosened up even more.
"Put back together you say?" Nedzu said as he walked over to look at the hand himself. He had seen it during his lessons with the boy, remembering the bent and crooked fingers. "Does that mean he no longer suffers from the damage of before?"
"That's right. His bones are no longer under the threat of being completely useless if he were to break them again." She scowled towards All Might at this. "That doesn't mean he should break them when he trains, but that threat is no longer there. The bones themselves are completely back to before they were shattered during the sports festival, if a little tender."
"But, how is that possible?" All Might questioned as he too looked closely at the hand the boy was holding. "As far as I know, there isn't a quirk that can take apart and put things back together like that. From the looks of it as well, it seems to leave its own mark on the person it is used on."
"That would be because the person who has this quirk is a villain that has stayed low on the radar for some time." Nighteye spoke up as he pushed his glasses onto his nose.
"This is the investigation that you requested my help with then." Aizawa said with a raised brow. "That Yakuza boss brat."
"Correct." The man looked at the group in front of him, eyes landing on the mother in front of him. "I do believe that we should have this conversation away from the civilian as it contains sensitive information."
Said mother whipped around to glare at the hero. "My son is currently laying in a bed, having been ripped apart and put together, because of an investigation that concerns you. I suggest you back track what you just said or I will sue you for endangering my son."
The man wheeled back as he stared down at the once stuttering woman, now fierce and full of fire that actually intimidated him.
"Mrs. Midoriya is actually a lawyer and I can assure you, any information said here will be kept quiet. She knows the importance of keeping your hand hidden until it is needed." Nedzu spoke as he nodded towards the woman.
Nighteye narrowed his eyes as he took in the group in front of him before sighing and nodding. "The Yakuza boss, a dying breed in today's society, that Aizawa mentioned is indeed the one that did this. I caught a glimpse of him and the boy walking together down an alleyway before it changed."
"What do you mean you saw him walking with this yakuza boss?" Inko spoke with her eyes still narrowed on the hero. It was obvious that she had a dislike for the man already and that was astonishing as the only other one she truly did not like was Endeavor.
"My quirk, foresight, allows me to see into a person's future for one hour a day. The further in the future I go, the grainer the picture gets but the closer to the present it is, the clearer it is." He raised a brow at the woman, wondering if she was keeping up. He was shocked to see her eyes had turned calculating and narrowed even more. It was more than obvious she was intelligent and he was underestimating her.
"So, I'm assuming you used your quirk on Young Midoriya then." Yagi spoke up as he stared in confusion at the man. The once sidekick had stopped using his quirk for the most part after witnessing Yagi's death forever ago, so why would he use it on a teen seemingly randomly.
Nighteye nodded as he pushed his glasses up. "Normally, what I see is set in stone, bound to happen and unchangeable. I'd never once remember seeing it change in all the years I've used it." His gaze settled on the still unconscious teenager. "Until I used it on him. It was all following the normal paths, but then he changed them, completely disrupting the film and rearranging the movie." He huffed as he remembered what the film change again and again before settling for a moment on a path. One that still flickered and changed, as if it was set in stone.
"Hm, it seems Mr. Midoriya is indeed full of surprises." Nedzu rocked on his heels for a moment before waving his hand in a go on motion.
"Well, the path I saw was him holding a child and following Overhaul, the yakuza boss, into the alley." That sight had terrified him for longer than it should've done so but in the end, he had gathered his wits together and formed a plan. He had watched the film for as long as he possibly could before it had worn off and then he had called Aizawa to bring the boy back to him. "From there, I continued to watch the film to try and deceiver what I could but it kept flickering at certain parts, as if they weren't sure which way they would go."
"So you have no clue what happened during his time with the villain?" Aizawa questioned with a raised brow.
"No, I don't. I don't understand why but it seems that the only one who has that information is that boy there."
"He has a name." Inko spat as she glared at the man. "Not boy or him. His name is Midoriya Izuku and if you can't use it, then leave."
That made the hero huff and shake his head before turning back to the underground hero. "That was why I needed you to bring him back to the agency. He has information vital to the investigation and since I have taken him on as my intern, you were obligated to do so."
"And as I've already said before," Aizawa pulled the paperwork out as he pointed at the area that was awaiting for his approval of said work study, "that if I don't sign here, then the work study is not approved and I was under no such obligation. It's also apparent that it will not be a viable option for Midoriya either as you have shown no care for his wellbeing at all during this time." With that said, he ripped the paperwork right down the middle.
Nighteye stared for a long minute before scowling. "He is working towards a hero career, what do you think you are doing by holding him back in a work study?"
"My job is to make sure my students thrive wherever they go, and that means making sure their work studies are places that will help them grow." Aizawa waved over towards the unconscious teen. "Obviously he would not grow under you, you would just continue to pummel him down into the ground. I don't know why you would as you've helped Mirio grow into a great young hero that will do great things when he graduates."
"This wouldn't happen to do with me, would it Mirai?" Yagi spoke up, eyes narrowed and glowing brightly.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed as did Inko's, but Mirai just looked away from the once number one hero. "Why would it have anything to do with you?" Inko was the one to ask.
"Because I took an interest in Young Midoriya before he entered high school. Something that Mirai had been trying to get me to do with a student he had been mentoring himself." He couldn't really explain One for All to them, it wasn't his secret to tell anymore, which reminded him to tell Young Midoriya that. He would still advise against telling people as a precaution but really, he couldn't stop him if he wanted to explain it to some people.
Aizawa for example.
"I knew you favored Midoriya, but this explains it a little better." Aizawa said as he ran a hand through his hair. It explained a lot about some of the things that All Might did concerning the student, but at the end of the day, it didn't matter. Midoriya was still learning and growing, it would be fine, especially with someone like All Might at his back.
"Hehehe, I didn't think it was that obvious." He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Either way, why should that affect the way he treats my son?" Inko interjected, getting them back on track. She wanted to know why this was happening, why this hero was trying to force her baby, who just went through something traumatic, into going somewhere instead of a hospital or doctor.
"I wouldn't know for sure, but that would be something Mirai would have to explain." Yagi waved his hand towards the other. "Though I have my suspicions about exactly what it is, which means he has no right nor reason to be sticking his nose into it." He shot at the man.
"I have every right sticking my nose into it." He sent a light glare at the skeleton of a man he once followed. "I was your sidekick and I worried for you! I wanted to make sure you had the best in all choices you had left."
All Might sighed as he motioned towards the door. "Let's go talk in private for a moment. I have a feeling this is a lot more than just Young Midoriya." With that he led the other out, leaving the other three adults with the teen.
"What do you think that was about?" Aizawa questioned as he looked towards Nedzu.
"Who knows, but hopefully this will not affect Midoriya and his growth." He sipped at a cup of tea that had come from nowhere. Recovery Girl was sipping at her own and Inko was holding one in her two hands, watching her son closely.
Aizawa could only sigh as a cup appeared in his own hand and hoped that this would not affect the sleeping child as well. After all, the problem child had gone through and suffered enough as is, but hopefully this time Aizawa, and the other teachers, would not fail him.
HC
"I do not see how you could choose such a lackluster child as a successor." Was the first thing out of Nighteye's mouth as they came to an empty lounge, one of many scattered around the school.
All Might could only stare at the man in front of him, his once upon time side kick that had helped him with many missions and rescues. Now he wondered where the other had strayed so far from what he once had been, so energetic and ready to give any hero a chance to work with them. To this antagonistic man that had no real hope for newer heroes that didn't have a certain aura to them. It was obvious he respected Aizawa but did not like the man. He held no respect for Midoriya at all.
"I don't know what you mean by lackluster." He began as he thought about Midoriya with a soft smile. "He's anything but that. Intelligent, clever, strong, kind, and compassionate. He has a drive to be a hero that will go even further than I ever did." He raised his head so he could look into Mirai's eyes. "I don't see how that is lackluster."
"He has no real control over the quirk given to him. He is reckless and wastes time with mediocre plans, and he does not exude the aura that is needed for a symbol of peace." Mirai shot right back. "He does not deserve to inherit One for All nor your title."
"I am assuming that young Mirio is the one you would have chosen then?" He questioned with a raised brow at the man.
"Yes, he has all the qualities needed to be the next symbol of peace and number one hero. He is very much like you in many ways and could hold his own with the quirk given to him, especially if he was forced to face a villain like All for One." He pushed his glasses up with a smile as he thought about his student. "He will be a superb successor for you."
"I agree that he will make a fine young hero, maybe even one of the best of the best." The blonde leveled a glare at the man. "But I would not force a quirk on someone who does not want it."
Brows furrowed, Nighteye was caught off guard. "What do you mean by that?"
"I am anything but stupid Mirai. I know you told young Mirio about the quirk I once held. There had to be a reason for why he avoided me so avidly at the start of the year." He scowled at that reminder, knowing that his once sidekick would dare tell a secret he had no right to. "Do you think I cannot tell when one is afraid of me or fears for something? Do you really think I would force a quirk on an individual that did not want it?"
Mirai kept his head turned away at this point, understanding that he had done something most wrong, even though he felt it was right. Even if it was wrong, he would stand by his choice and decision on the two students that had come to him for work study.
Mirio was going to be the best hero and would be made even better with One for All.
Midoriya would fail and most likely die and take the quirk with him to the afterlife.
"I stand by what I believe All Might. Midoriya does not deserve One for All like Mirio does. He will not survive in the world and he will not bring peace like you did."
"No, you're wrong." The blonde shook his head as he thought about all the interactions he's had with his successor and all that he had done. "Midoriya has much to offer to the world, in many different ways. I don't expect him to be exactly like me when he becomes a hero."
And boy had that taken some time to get through his head. Young Midoriya hadn't taken to the quirk like him, something that had startled the man, as he had been quirkless when he had received it and assumed Midoriya would end in the same situation as him. That had been the start but it would take the final exam to realize that Midoriya would never be like him.
He would be much more.
"He's going to be a hero with a powerful quirk." Mirai stated seriously. "He'll destroy all that's around him with the recklessness and abandon that he has."
"He's a child in school, learning about an ability he hasn't even had for a year. He's learning and growing and getting stronger every day." Yagi spat back as he straightened his back and pushed his shoulders back. He was still much taller than Nighteye, even in his small form, and so he made sure he put all of his last remaining power to force the man to keep his eyes on him. "He's going to be far better than any hero out there one day, as long as he has the guidance of those willing to help him. Which he does, with those who are here, at U.A." He gave a sigh as he shook his head. "I had hoped he would have guidance in you as well, the only person I had ever held at my side as a sidekick and companion against villains. It is apparent I was wrong and you are the last person that Young Midoriya needs."
"I have accepted him as an intern at my agency. He has a place that he can have if he so chooses." Nighteye continued with the argument that he should've known would not work.
"He does not. Aizawa did not approve it and in fact, rejected the idea entirely when he ripped that form up. He is not an intern under you and I will make sure that he will never be an intern under you. You will be lucky if we continue to allow Young Mirio to continue working under you with such blatant disregard to another student." He informed as his shoulders slumped once more and he felt blood dribble into his mouth. He took out a handkerchief that was already splattered in blood and spat in it.
"You cannot pull a student that was already approved for a work study out of one. It has never been done before." Nighteye didn't think that would happen since Mirio had flourished under his teachings and guidance. There had been no incidence the proved otherwise.
"It hasn't been done because it was not needed before." Nedzu stated from beside All Might, startling the two. "It can easily be done though, especially if we fear a student will be put into a situation that is dangerous to them. Whether it be physical or mental, it does not matter, we care for our students well beings."
"I see." That made the future seeing hero pause, unsure of what to say to that.
All Might coughed to clear his throat before continuing. "Either way, it doesn't matter. You have greatly over stepped boundaries that have no concern for you and you had no right to cross. You owe that boy an apology, as well as young Mirio. You have no right dictating their lives as you have tried." With that he turned and walked out, leaving a blank faced Mirio behind.
"You know, as a principal of a high school, I have watched children continuously evolve and change." Nedzu said as he took a sip of his tea. "They are always growing and finding new ways to get into trouble or to cause it." That made him chuckle as he remembered some of the pranks over the years and some of the disasters his students had gotten into.
"A lecture, from U.A.'s principal, how honorable." Nighteye stated with as much dryness as possible. He had heard about the lectures from the principal and how long they could be, causing many heroes wanting to run away before they could get trapped in one. Now it was Nighteye's turn to try and run so he would not have to suffer under such a lecture.
Only, when he went to open the door, it would not do so.
It was locked.
"Do not think for a moment that you will escape after causing harm to not only one of my students, but two." Those beady eyes glinted and Nighteye realized he wasn't escaping unless he destroyed the door and any doors beyond. "So I suggest you get comfortable because you are not leaving until I am finished with you."
With that, Nighteye could only stand and receive the most verbally humiliating dress down in history.
HC
He stared in horror as the child was strapped to a chair and tubes were forced into her little body.
He had followed the man to a car where they had loaded up, his grip on the girl tightening as he felt her shivering begin to worsen into trembles. Wherever they were going, it wasn't a good place and it wasn't any fun.
So when they got to a large Japanese style estate and he was led to a hidden doorway, a specific pattern needed for it to open, he could do nothing but follow. He continued to hold the girl tightly and began to rub her back as it was apparent that wherever they were going was terrifying her more and more.
The girl was forced from his arms as they entered a room with a metal chair with machines all around it and that was where she was strapped in.
"What are you doing to her!?" He cried as he tried to move forward, reaching to pull her off the chair and away from this place.
Arms wrapped around his body, slamming his hands to his sides and his feet left the ground. He kicked out wildly as he watched the child turn whiter and whiter as her blood was drained from her. "Take him and get an x-ray of his foot done. If he doesn't have the double joint in his pinkie toe, kill him." The man ordered.
Izuku fought harder as he tried to escape, trying to get back to Eri as he watched her list to the side. "No! No! Eri! Let her go! Let her go!" He cried even as he was taken from the room, struggling to get away.
He couldn't use his quirk, that would give him away and despite the strength, he didn't think he'd be able to get away unscathed, let alone alive. So he just fought like he was quirkless. He fought as hard as he could until he was brought into a room with a metallic table and a familiar machine positioned over it.
"Hey, give me a hand here Mimic." The person holding him asked. He could only see a white jacket with white gloves before a small figure, almost cartoonish in their size, appeared in the new room he had been dragged to.
"Why don't you just freeze him Chrono?" The figure questioned as he grew in size until he was well over six feet tall, figure still hidden by a black cloak and a white bird plague mask. The man quickly grabbed hold of the teen by the neck in one hand before slamming a fist into the side of his head, stunning him.
Izuku went limp as he struggled to get his bearings. Everything was spinning and he knew he was being laid out on the table. "Because, if I slowed him down, he'd still move, even as miniscule as it would be. The picture would be ineffective."
"I see." The now tiny figure stated as he hopped up onto the table next to Izuku's head, watching as the machine was aimed at his feet. "Well, get it done! Boss wants it done quickly!"
"Of course, I won't leave the boss to wait too long." The other stated and Izuku could only lay there as the x-ray was taken.
He wasn't quite sure what happened after that, only that he was dragged from there and back to a room with a couch and a thrown like black chair across from it. He was set on the couch and left there, alone.
He allowed himself to fall over onto his side and grip his hair, his head pounding. That big guy packed a punch and he was almost convinced he had a minor concussion now. He groaned in agony as he laid on the couch.
It seemed forever before the door opened again and footsteps were echoing around him, but he didn't move. He'd wait and see, after all, he was supposed to be quirkless and weak. No training as a hero at all.
"It seems you are indeed quirkless." The man stated as he took the chair across and crossed his legs, several black plastic films in his hand as he held them up to the light. "You have the double joint, but it seems that you've taken some damage from society." Izuku looked up with squinted eyes, staring at where he could see pictures of his arms and legs and his feet. They showed not only the double joint, but the damage he had done over the last year with his inherited quirk.
Izuku hummed as he stared at the damage he had done. He had seen x-rays before, Recovery Girl having yelled at him and using them to make a point, but he had never really paid much attention. He could see the deterioration where his joints meet and the see through portions on the edges of the radius and ulna.
He had really done himself a disservice there. He could tell.
"Hmm, for you to be perfect, I should fix you." That had Izuku shooting up in his seat, groaning as the world spun at the sudden movement. "Yes, I'll go ahead and fix that." Izuku couldn't move fast enough to dodge the ungloved hand heading straight for his face.
All he knew was pain.
HC
He bolted up from where he was laying, mouth wide open as he screamed.
"Midoriya!"
"Izuku!"
He felt a hand on his shoulder but he flinched back violently. He shoved his hands out in front of him, trying to keep the hands from touching him, keep the pain away from him.
He ached all over but it was like he had worked out, not having been ripped apart again and again and again.
He couldn't do that again!
His heart was beating so fast and rapidly, his breathing was coming in and out too fast, and he knew he was heading towards a panic attack. He didn't think he was going to be able to avoid it. Not after that dream….that memory.
It was just too much!
It seemed forever before a soft sound caught his attention. It was soft and calm, breathing a sense of familiarity into him.
It was humming.
A lullaby that he knew so very well and one that had led him home more than once before. His mother was humming their lullaby to bring him back.
So he followed it.
He blinked as he brought his suddenly fuzzy and tired head up, meeting with teary eyed jade eyes. 'Mom?' he managed to clumsily sign as he looked at her.
She smiled at him as she signed with her actual words. "Yes Izuku, it's mom." With that, Izuku allowed himself to fall forward into her waiting arms and cried.
Not a single sound escaped him.
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A.N. So….does this help? I hope this helped with a lot of the things that are coming up, along with some very said things. Just know that the next few won't be easy as it follows through this arc. For those who are triggered by traumatic events, you should be aware and do self-care as much as possible. Otherwise, good luck to you all and thanks for the views! Can't wait to hear from you guys again!
I would like everyone to think about some of the authors on Fanfiction that died recently or a while ago. Some of them died in tragic accidents or illnesses and have left stories unfinished or had others finish them for them in memory. I would like everyone reading this to lower their heads, clasp their hands together and pray for those who have been lost. Allow there to be a moment of silence for wherever you, the reader, are and remember not just the writers here on this site but those who have been lost in your life or in tragic events.
Please remember that life is short and that you should love those in your life while you can and show your appreciation for water comes into your life.
Again, thanks to those who have lost their lives for spreading inspiration through their works.
I've written a story that wasn't exactly all cuddles and snuggles and some of the comments made my blood turn to ice. I worry for those who suffer from abuse of any form or depression of any form and so I decided to look for numbers to offer to those who need them. So I hope all of those who need one or more of these numbers will make use of them.
You all are loved and I pray that none of you give up on your life because of the assholes around you. Know that we are here for you and all you need do is reach out and we'll all help where we can.
Suicide: 1-800-273-8255
Bullying: 1-800-420-1479
Self-Harm:1-800-366-8288
Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Lifeline: 1-800-784-8433
Greif Support: 1-650-321-3438
Depression: 1-630-482-9696
Drug/Alcohol: 1-877-235-4525
Eating Disorder: 1-630-577-1330
Mental Health: 1-800-442-9673
Abuse: 1-800-799-7233
