Let’s hide from the heavens (hoping he doesn’t see me)

by Angstyteen666

Summary:

Adults scare Izuku. Until one doesn’t.

Or

In which the rooftop squad reunites and fixes their mistake with a little green bean along the way.

Chapter 1: Who is he?

“I’m sorry, Midoriya, but you’ll never become a hero.” 

Aizawa Shota is a scary man was what Izuku thought when he felt the man tighten the capture weapon around him. Izuku’s second thought was that Aizawa Shota is a mean, mean man.

Still, Izuku didn’t hate him. How could he? He was a hero. An underground one at that. He faced the darkest side of society, he did the dirty work. Maybe that was why he was the way he was.

“-doriya.” The feminine voice of a blue eyed hero brought him back to this world. He looked up at said hero, Midnight. She looked slightly annoyed and rose an eyebrow. “Is something more important than my class, darling?” 

 

Izuku stilled in his seat, sweat trickling down his forehead and clamping his mouth shut, not trusting it to start a stuttering mess. He looked down in—what he hoped was—guilt and shame, knowing the whole class was looking at him.

 

A few seconds passed and his teacher sighed, returning to her lesson, leaving an anxious boy to overthink every step of hers. 

 

 

The next time Izuku zones out he’s smacked by Aizawa with a notebook in the back of his head. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it’s mean enough to warrant unspilled and unnoticed tears. 

 

For the second time this morning, he looks up and red eyes meet his green ones. “If you’re not interested in my lesson, feel free to get out of my class.” Aizawa turns around and slams Izuku’s notebook on his desk making him flinch. “Focus.” 

 

 

The third time Izuku zones out, a gentle hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see green eyes lighter than his own stare down at him with a glint of worry in those lovely eyes. 

 

No one’s ever been worried about him.

 

“Is something bothering you, little listener?” Yamada-sensei asks, tilting his glasses down. 

 

Izuku looks always and  fiddles with the hem of his sleeve, trying to look as unbothered as he could be. “I’m oka-okay…I was just uh-“

 

 The older man suddenly clasps his hands together and smiles. “Alright then!” He turns to the class as if trying to distract them. “As I was saying…” 

 

 

As soon as the bell rang, Izuku made a beeline for the door and made his way outside. As he walked towards UA’s exit, an unfamiliar voice startled him. 

 

“Damn, kid. You got chewed out today.” Izuku turned his head slowly to his left and the sight of a tall almond skinned man greeted him. He wasn’t plain looking by any means. He had blue hair that floated like a halo or a cloud. The grin that was on the man’s face replaced itself with a look of uncertainty. But before he could speak, Izuku beat him to it. 

 

“Uh… were you talking to me?” He stepped back when the man’s eyebrows shot up before frantically looking around him, searching for someone else and pointing at himself back and forth. 

 

The man looked to be in his thirties and he wore a suit, although Izuku deemed it a bit contradictory for his personality. At least, what Izuku had seen about it. 

 

When the man finally settled on something to say, he looked at Izuku. “You-you can see me?” He bent down at izuku’s level, meaning he got down on one knee. 

 

“…yes?” Izuku clutched his backpack to his chest. He’d never seen the man around campus and he didn’t remind him of any hero. Of course, there was the possibility of him being an underground hero, but still, why had he never seen him before? And what did he mean by ‘getting chewed out’? Could it be possible he was checking the cameras when he found Izuku being humiliated in class? But then again, who was he? 

 

He turned his attention back to the man who had inched so closely to Izuku that he was practically in his face. “ Am I not supposed to see you?” He carefully prodded. 

 

“Obviously!” He chuckled. As if there was something funny about what Izuku had said. Was he mocking him? 

 

“Obviously?” 

 

His face inched closer to Izuku’s own but strangely enough, he couldn’t feel his breath assault his nostrils. The only thing he felt was a cold breeze past his body.

 

“I’m dead, greenie.” 

 

Chapter 2: Is this a nightmare?

Notes:

Just a heads up, this happens right after the Kamino incident!

“I’m dead, greenie.” 

 

Suddenly izuku looked down and it became clear that the coldness he felt in his chest wasn’t just the weather, but a hand passing through him. It distantly reminded him of mirio togata’s quirk, but he was far too preoccupied by what the man said to point that out.

 

The seconds that passed felt like hours. A heavy and pregnant silence. Well, that was until Izuku registered the words and panicked, stumbling back with shreak and fell on his butt. 

 

The man didn’t react aside from the sly smirk that was plastered on his face, gray eyes flickering with amusement. “At least you took that better than most would’ve.” He spoke. 

 

Before Izuku could speak, a voice behind him beat him to it. 

 

“Deku-kun!”

 

His freckled face contorted at the nickname. With one last glance in the older man’s—who tilted his head to the side at the unusual choice of name—direction and spun his head around to meet the cheery girl. “Hi—uh, hi uraraka.” He smiled.

 

She bent down, placing her hands on her knees. “You okay there?” She frowned, smiling awkwardly. “Why…are you on the ground?” 

 

Izuku blushed and frantically got up, struggling to keep his stance as he almost tripped over his bag’s straps, earning a snicker from the ghost behind him. “I uhm…I felt like—I felt like it?” He formulated his statement as if it were a shaky question. 

 

Thankfully, uraraka simply smiled and responded. “Oh, alright. Do you wanna walk with me?” Izuku was about to respond when he heard the slight grumbling of the ghost behind him, ‘aw man, I just met him..’ or something along those lines. 

 

His attention returned back to uraraka. “Well… uh why don’t we do this another—another time?” He didn’t have a valid excuse. What was he supposed to tell her? ‘Yeah sorry I just met a ghost and I wanna talk to him some more to find out about this phenomenon, we’ll walk together another day!’ He did not want to be called crazy, thank you very much.

 

“Oh,” her lips fell into a pout and guilt bubbled in Izuku’s chest. “That’s okay. We’ll do this next time!” She pumped her fist up and grinned. Izuku nodded in agreement.

 

After uraraka bid him goodbye and turned on her heel straight to the exit, izuku whirled around only to find the spot the ghost previously occupied empty. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Did I officially lose my mind?” He whispered to himself. 

 

“Nope! But you are weird for being able to see me! Not that I’m complaining.” 

 

Izuku’s eyes snapped to the sky and there he was, floating in the air. He looked Izuku up and down. Not in a judgemental way. It didn’t feel uncomfortable or disgusting. Still, Izuku broke his gaze off the man and looked at the ground. 

 

“I assume your quirk is some paranormal shit?” Izuku didn’t react at the curse word. He heard far worse. 

 

He fidgeted with the hem of his—too big—sleeve and looked up tentatively. It still felt like Izuku was in a fever dream. A ghost? you gotta be kidding me. “No, uhm… it’s not that at all. Uhm..it’s a strength enhancer.” 

 

The ghost jumped onto the ground. Yet, it didn’t make any sound. He smiled softly. “Shirakumo Oboro at your service. I take it you’re Midoriya…?” He trailed off. 

 

Izuku blushed. “I—Izuku, mister shirakumo.” 

 

Izuku knew he did something wrong when the man abruptly choked on apparently nothing. How did he even have issues with breathing if he was dead?

 

“J-just shirakumo is fine, kid.” The man said, a dark flush to his cheek, matching his darker skin tone. His hand covered the lower part of his face and he dragged it down to scratch at his stubble. “This was fun. I hope I see you around, but your parents are probably worried about you. You should head home, greenie.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

 

Izuku’s stomach sank. Home. He was right. He should go before mom’s boyfriend got too mad at him. He always got mad. But at least, Izuku could find some ways to reduce his anger. Most of the time, complying with his every needs was the answer. It usually was the answer regarding everyone.

 

A cold breeze hit Izuku and when he glanced back at shirakumo he found that the man had gotten closer to him and his fingers were inches away from his forehead. Oh, Izuku thought. Was that a failed attempt at flicking my forehead?

 

“You alright there, buddy?” He waved his hands in front of him. 

 

Izuku stuttered. “Uh yeah. Everything’s fine. I better get going.” Izuku crouched down to pick his backpack up and hesitated before walking away backwards, slowly and waving at him. “Bye bye mis—uh, shirakumo.” And then turning and rushing to the exit. 

 

Izuku missed the warm smile and the words he spoke. “It’s been years since someone looked my way.” 

 

 

 

Izuku shifted anxiously in front of his apartment. He bit his lip and his trembling, shaking hands reached for the doorknob. He opened the door, revealing a dull house. His eyes snapped to the floor. Only one pair of shoes. Izuku inspected. Those are mom’s. That means he’s not here. 

 

A shaky smile drew itself on Izuku’s face and excitement bubbled in his chest. He had time to talk to his mother. It was rare for him to have a chance at talking to her alone. She was either with her new boyfriend which he couldn’t be comfortable with, or she was working overtime at the clinic. 

 

He flapped his hands nervously as he closed the door and kicked his red shoes off easily and threw his back on the nearest couch. He made his way to the kitchen, knowing his mother would probably be there. 

 

And she was, her back faced him and she stood over the stove, unbothered. 

 

Izuku swallowed hard. “Hi—“ he started. “Hey mom.” At that, the woman turned and he finally got a good look at her after months of her being out and about. Despite her working so much, there was a nice flush to her cheeks. No longer were the huge dark circles under her eyes, she had lost weight, but it didn’t seem unhealthy. She seemed fit. 

 

She smiled at him and he found himself copying that smile. “You had a good day at school baby?” She turned the stove off and and directed her undivided attention towards him. He let out a giggle at that. Not because it was funny. But because it had been so long since he felt pure joy. 

 

She rose an amused eyebrow and he blushed. He forgot to respond. “uh—yeah! Yeah I did.” Izuku moved to the kitchen table, taking a seat and dangling his feet in the air. His mother moved and sat down on one of the chairs. He flapped his hands again at what he was about to say. “You’re not—you’re not usually home.” He stated and licked his lips, eyes bright for a moment. “Did…did something happen?” 

 

He partially felt guilty for hoping she broke it off with her boyfriend. But sue him, Izuku hadn’t slept well ever since they got together. No matter how much he scrubbed and scrubbed in the shower he was still dirty. 

 

She shakes her head. “No, of course not.” She paused and smiled. “Daisuke and I are going on a date tonight. You wouldn’t mind staying home alone, would you?” 

 

Izuku’s smile fell. And he gulped. “No… of course I wouldn’t mind.” He responded. His voice lower than how he spoke a moment back. 

 

They sat in an uncomfortable silence. Well, it was uncomfortable for Izuku. His mother eyed him suspiciously, a metaphorical shadow casting her face. “Did you want there to be something bad happening?” 

 

Izuku’s eyes widened. “Of course—of course not!” He vindicated. 

 

But that wasn’t enough for his mother. She kept going. “Why don’t you like him?” She asked quietly. There was no venom in her tone. She seemed curious.

 

He twisted his pinky and pushed his thumbnail cuticle back in an attempt to distract himself. “It’s not that I don’t like hi—“ 

 

“So what’s wrong?” Mom cut him off. 

 

Tears flooded his eyes and he took a deep breath hoping to delay his panic attack for at least a few minutes. He let himself be encouraged by what could happen if he told her, she’d probably cry. But then, she’d hold him close and spend the night whispering sweet and gentle words to him. Kissing every inch of his face and telling him how much he was brave for going through that. Just like when he was younger. 

 

“Mom—“ He tapped his foot anxiously on the table’s leg. “Mommy he’s a rapist.” His voice broke and he anxiously peered at her, his lower lip trembling. 

 

To Izuku’s disappointment, she didn’t react. She stared at him blankly. Her lips pushed in a thin line. But then she replied. 

 

“What makes you think that?” She tilted her head. 

 

“He comes—he comes into my room every night.” He started slowly, trying to avoid the panic building and ignoring the way his throat ached as if chains were tied tightly to his neck

 

She suddenly pushed her chair back and got up. “Listen Izuku, I don’t appreciate you accusing my boyfriend of something horrible just because you regretted what you did.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

 

Izuku froze. The nervous tics he had were quickly gone and he gaped at her. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes red. “You…you knew?” He stood up from his seat and backed up, his back hitting the fridge. 

 

She refused to look him in the eyes and instead stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. “You’re not allowed to cry for seducing my love Izuku.” 

 

His mouth opened in protest but he could only say one thing. “Se—seduce?” 

 

She finally looked at him and put her hands on her hips. “Go to your room.” 

 

Izuku moved, but instead of going to his room he shaked his head over and over again while approaching her. “Mommy don’t —don’t do this to me! Please don’t shut me out.” He took her hands in his as he sobbed. She tried walking away from him but he hugged her. “Please believe me I didn’t do anything!” He cried. 

 

He gasped when she pushed him off, stumbling over the ground. Her hands shaking as if she’d touched something disgusting.

 

“I’m gonna get ready for my date.” She wiped her tears. “Don’t make a scene when he comes over.” She added, and swiftly turned around, heading for her room. 

 

Once she was gone, Izuku stared at the ground, his chest heaving up and down while he covered his mouth to muffle the noise that was coming out. 

 

Is this a nightmare?

 

 

 

Notes:

*Cracks knuckles* see y’all next week \(>o<)/

Chapter 3: Bad men are the nicest

Shota pulled his car into the parking lot. Next up was Midoriya. 

 

After the Kamino incident, Nezu decided on implementing dormitories to ensure the safety of the students. Shota wasn’t particularly happy with that system. On one hand, it would keep the kids safe, but on the other hand he’d have to be even more strict and vigilant now that he’s gonna see them everyday after school. 

 

Yagi unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can go by my own,” He insisted. 

 

Shota paused, considering the offer but undos his seatbelt. “No, I’d rather go take a look at his home life.” 

 

Yagi nodded and they both got out of the car, making their way towards the building. 

 

Maybe If shota took a look at how Midoriya’s parents treated him, he’d understand his behavior a bit more. Don’t get him wrong, essentially Midoriya was a good kid. But his lack of quirk control was simply horrible. It’s as if he had just gotten it. Not to mention how he rambled so much in class and didn’t pay attention. Irritating was the word. Midoriya Izuku was irritating.

 

A few moments before knocking at the door, shota’s phone beeped a single time, indicating someone sent him a message. He held his hand up at yagi, wordlessly telling him to wait, and slipped his phone out of his pocket, the phone screen lit up with a single notification. 

 

Hizashi: you didn’t come home after patrol

 

It wasn’t a question, but more of an accusation. It was true. Shota didn’t feel the need or even the want of going home, so he went straight back to his office at UA. Hizashi and him had gotten into another fight. Something about him not being present in the relationship. It was always like that, Hizashi always accused him of not spending time with him but as soon as he tried Hizashi brought up that fact and they’d get into another fight. It was a never ending cycle. 

 

Me: Don’t start

 

He turned his phone off completely, not waiting for an answer and shoved the phone back in his pocket. 

 

He nodded his head at the door and Yagi knocked. A few seconds later the sight of a tall man greeted them. He looked pretty neat, he was wearing a white button up, black trousers and his brown hair was slicked back. “Welcome to our home,” He offered them a warm smile and stepped back to let them enter.

 

The man bowed low. “My name is Daisuke Takeda. It’s nice to meet you. You must be Izuku’s teachers.” 

 

Yagi urged him to straighten up, flustered with such high level of respect and shaked his hand with a smile just as bright as the other man. “It’s nice to meet you, I suppose you’re young midoriya’s father?” 

 

The man chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m just his mother’s fiancé.” He paused and a soft look enveloped his eyes. “You see, his father left about ten years ago when Izuku was only four.” Great, a deadbeat. “I myself have been with inko for only two years,” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I do want to take on the role of a father—and I think Izuku wants me to be some kind of parental figure too.” 

 

Shota hummed in approval and spoke. “Takeda-san, I believe we have some things to ask you about.” He looked around, searching for a specific person. “Is Midoriya-san not home?” 

 

“Oh!” He perked up. “Inko has been working overtime lately, she trusts me to take her place.” His eyes widened and he nervously laughed. “Oh my, I’ve been making you stand for minutes! I’m a terrible host…” He nervously laughed, earning him a chuckle from Yagi. “Please, let’s move over to the living room.” 

 

They entered the living area. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the house looked taken care of and there were no damaged on the furnitures or walls. It was full of pictures of Midoriya as a toddler. 

 

Speak of the devil, the sound of a door creaking caught shota’s attention. It seems Midoriya had heard them come in, because his eyes were fixed on them. 

 

“Young Midoriya, how have you been, my boy?” Yagi’s voice boomed and Midoriya tentatively got out of his dark room, offering the both of them a smile. 

 

“Aizawa-sensei, all might, uh…hi?” Izuku spoke, his eyes switching from them to his step father. Shota nodded at him as a greeting. 

 

“Izuku, why don’t you go make them tea while we sit down, hm?” Takeda-san rested his hand on Yagi and Shota’s back, urging them to the couch. Shots wasn’t fond of physical contact but he let it slide. 

 

Izuku rushed and disappeared in the kitchen, leaving them to discuss once they settled down. 

 

“So,” Takeda-san sat on the edge of the couch, his legs wide apart and his arms on each side of of the sofa’s back. “What would you like to know or to tell me?” 

 

Shota didn’t beat around the bush. “As you probably know, principal Nezu has laid out a few precautions to ensure the safety of your children.” He paused, waiting for an answer. But when he got none, he thoughtlessly kept going. “We have built dormitories—a private space for each and every student inside of the campus.” If Shota saw the man’s face twist—but returned back to its state as soon as it appeared—he didn’t comment on it. 

 

An uncomfortable silence stretched out for a few seconds up until Midoriya entered the room with three cups of tea, glancing nervously between them and setting the dishes on the table. He awkwardly walked back until Takeda-San’s hand latched onto Midoriya’s own. “Why don’t you stay with us, honey? I’m sure you’re wondering what we’re talking about.” He invited. 

 

Midoriya just nodded and moved to sit next to his step-dad. His gaze was fixed curiously in shota’s direction, not specifically on shota himself, but behind him. Shota didn’t pay any attention to him as the step father spoke.

 

“May I know more about this dormitory system?” At that, Midoriya perked up, his eyes full of hope. It was…weird. Not a lot of students were happy about the news. It seems like Midoriya would rather spend time with his friends. 

 

Yagi cleared his throat, resting his hands on his lap. “There’s not much to talk about. Of course, he’d be allowed to come home every weekend and breaks. The erm, curfew is at 10 on a school day and 12 on the weekend. He’ll be allowed his phone outside of school hours, so he can call you anytime.” 

 

•••

 

The ghost was standing behind Aizawa-sensei. As soon as Izuku landed his eyes on him he—Shirakumo waved at him. 

 

His dad seemed pissed when they talked about the dorms. It didn’t seem like it, but he snaked his arm around Izuku’s shoulder and gripped the back of his shirt meanwhile also digging his thumb in his forearm. 

 

Of course, Izuku didn’t say anything. He just sat awkwardly and listened to their conversation. There was a chance that Daisuke wasn’t gonna allow him to go to UA anymore, and that scared him more than any of the times he entered his room. 

 

“We promise we’ll keep your son safe.” Izuku was snapped out of trance by All might’s voice. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Daisuke looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. 

 

Daisuke hummed once more, and turned back to the two men in front of him. “Alright, yeah I’ll let him.” Izuku’s head snapped to his direction in disbelief. Daisuke just went on. “It’s a good chance to make him a bit less dependent on me and his mother.” 

 

Liar was what Izuku thought. He loved to boss around Izuku, he loved it when he called him sir and he loved it even more when he ordered Izuku to eat or not to eat.

 

“Shouldn’t you consult your partner?” Aizawa-sensei asked. 

 

Daisuke just shook his head. “Inko doesn’t like making big decisions, you see, so I have to make them.” 

 

Aizawa-sensei got up, followed by All Might. “I suppose we’ll be taking our leave, then.”  All might said, “We wouldn’t wanna intrude any further 

 

Daisuke chuckled and shook his head. “Not at all, it’s an honor to meet the teachers of my son.” He got up to lead them to the door. 

 

Once they bid them goodbye, Izuku noticed Shirakumo lingering around next to the door. Izuku nodded his head at the door as a silent warning to get out, which earned him a raised eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to speak to the man, but not here. Never here. 

 

A hand on his shoulder startled him, he cocked his head back to see his step-father smiling at him. “Let’s go to your room, we have to make every hour worth it.”  

 

Izuku gulped and glanced at the door. No ghost in sight, that was good. He sighed in relief, but that relief quickly left him when his hair was yanked back and he let out a strangled whimper, he was lead by the hair to his room and thrown on the bed. Izuku scrambled back, tears welling in his eyes as the figure loomed over him. 

 

The man unbuckled his belt. “Let’s have some fun.” He smirked.

 

 

Notes:

I hope you guys liked this! I really wanted to show that pedophiles and rapists and such really were “everyday men” and not some bald men with beer bellies looming in an alley. This was short, but I’m trying to make longer chapters.

Chapter 4: The fight

The morning air hit Hizashi as he walked to his car, his husband following close behind. It was a Sunday. Usually, they didn’t have anything going on on the weekend, but today they had to move their stuff to the dorms. They didn’t have much. Hizashi had more than Shota, of course, but he only needed to load two suitcases that were his and one that was Shota’s 

Hizashi made his way to the passenger seat and Shota to the driver’s seat, shutting the car door behind him. Shota shoved and twisted the key inside of the engine, making it purr to life beneath them. He didn’t wait for the car to heat up, he pulled out of the parking lot. 

As he drove, silence stretched over them like a skin being stitched into place. At least, that’s what it felt like to Hizashi. 

“So…” He started, ignoring the way Shota’s eyes narrowed. “How’d the meeting with the parents go?” 

He paused, as if looking for something to say. “It was alright.” He responded.

Hizashi frowned at the lack of speech, but he wasn’t surprised. The anniversary of Oboro’s death was close. During times like these, Shota would push him away. 

“Uh…yeah.” He hesitated. “Where’d you go last night?” Why didn’t you come home to me? Was a much better way to phrase that, but he didn’t wanna go there just yet.

“I wanted some time alone.” He responded, his tone blank. His eyes were concentrated on the road and he responded to Hizashi like he was just a mild, irritating thought in the back of his mind. 

“You’ve been having a lot of alone time lately…” Hizashi murmured, turning his gaze to the window yet not paying attention to it. 

“If you wanna say something, just say it.” He said.

Hizashi clenched his jaw, frustration and resentment boiling in his chest. “Did I do something wrong? We haven’t had sex for ages! Not to mention you barely talk to me and you’ve been more out in patrol than at hom—“ 

The car stopped abruptly. Hizashi hadn’t noticed they were already at UA. He turned to see Shota roll the window up and dig out the key. He just… ignored Hizashi and was about to get out of the car! How rude was that? 

Hizashi grabbed Shota by the arm, pulling him back in and ignoring the scowl on his partner’s face. “Hey.” He started in a serious but gentle voice. “Don’t shut me out. Not me.” 

Shouta sighed, his hand still resting on the car handle. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” He looked in front of him, not wanting to meet Hizashi’s eyes.

Hizashi clicked his tongue impatiently. “I want you to say what you feel.” He pressed, his chest tight and constricted.

“I’ve got patrol, obviously I’m not gonna be able to stick to you like glue. If you want a clingy partner, don’t marry a hero or someone like me.” He dipped his face in his capture weapon, obviously refusing to show any emotions. 

“I’m not telling you to suck my dick every morning I’m telling you that you’re not putting any effort in this relationship.” Hizashi raised his voice and balled his hands into fists. “We haven’t been on a date for like—“ He unclenched his fists and held a few fingers up and down as he counted. “—half a year!” He looked up. “Shota say something!” His quirk activated, making Shota snap his head to his direction and flaring his own quirk. Hizashi rubbed his neck and coughed. He never did like it when Shota cancelled out his voice.

“You can be too much, you know that Hizashi?” Anger filled his voice. “I have a headache this is not the time to talk to me about your feelings.” He emphasized the last word. 

“When is it ever the time to talk?” He tapped his foot, no longer holding back and just shouted. He ignored the exasperated sigh and the ‘lower your voice’ Shota gave him. “You never wanna t—“ 

“—well maybe because you have irrational expectations !” Shota cut him off and shouted back. 

“How is asking you to communicate with me fucking irrational!” Hizashi yelled.

“I communicate just fine! You’re the one who makes a big deal out of dates!” He clenched his fist and hit the steering wheel—not quite a punch.

“They’re important to me!” His voice broke and what he said next came out as a whisper. “Why did you ever marry me if you’re not gonna act like a husband?” 

“Oh for fuck’s sake Hizashi—“ He yelled and dragged a hand across his face. “ I shouldn’t have married you then! I regret it!” As soon as he said those words came out his eyes widened and he smacked a hand across his mouth. 

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Hizashi flinch and draw his eyebrows together. He slowly turned to face him, spotting tears trailing down his cheeks and his shoulders stiffening while the color bled out from his face. 

“Sunshine I didn’t mean—“ he was cut off when Hizashi opened up the door and shot up from his seat. Shota saw him open the door of the back seats to grab his luggage. 

He didn’t waste any time and got out of the car as well, rounding it up to grab Hizashi by the elbow. The pained look Hizashi had before was wiped by an angry one. 

“Hizashi listen to me please—“ 

“Get—off!” Hizashi pushed the underground hero away and drew his arm back, then took the two suitcases before rushing away, bumping his shoulder harshly with Shota’s. 

 

•••

Hizashi stood in front of apartment 4. This was supposed to be his and Shota’s mini-apartment. Unlike the students who only had one room each and a shared common room, the teachers had their own apartments since they were adults meaning they could fend for themselves and they didn’t require socializing as much as kids did.

How was he supposed to sleep in the same bed knowing his husband didn’t want him? How was he supposed to even exist in the same space as him? 

He felt tears fall down and he rubbed his eyes furiously like a child. Hizashi dropped the suitcases and crouched down, holding his face in his hands. He stopped trying to hold back any noise and sobbed, a hand clutching at his chest. 

“‘Zashi?” A feminine voice called out and he felt a strand of his hair being tugged behind his ear. He raised his head to find a worried Nemuri looking at him. Her pink suitcase was next to her and an orange cat—sushi, was standing on her shoulder. She crouched down to meet Hizashi. “What’s wrong?” 

“He said—“ Hizashi choked down a sob. A hand rubbed circles on his back. 

“Easy there, take your time.” She said gently. “What’s wrong?” 

Hizashi puffed out his cheeks. “He said,” his voice broke. “That he regretted marrying me.” He cried. 

The rubbing on his back halted. “Sho said that?” Hizashi nodded, biting his lower lip to stop it from trembling. 

“Can I sleep at yours, Nemuri?” He asked. It didn’t take any begging, because Nemuri nodded. 

“Yeah,” She said. “Yeah of course.” 

Slowly but surely, Hizashi got back on his feet and wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Alright.” He breathed. “I’m okay.” 

“We’ll…we’ll figure this out, it’s alright.” Nemuri said and tugged on his sleeve to lead the way. 

Throughout their whole conversation, they didn’t notice the devastated man who stood in front of them, feeling nothing but useless. 

•••

Oboro let out a twitchy breath. He looked at the ground and shook his head. Oboro was a ghost, so he couldn’t cry. But if he could, he’d have turned into a river by now. 

 

Notes:

Zashi to shouta: pls don’t shut me out :(
Izuku to his mom: don’t shut me out pls :((

Worry not! Shota will get his redemption! Angst just makes them stronger.

And I’m so sorry for not posting as soon as usual but I didn’t have time to write :( I got into a fight with my bsf cause her stupid ass boyfriend was manipulating her and isolating her. She said they broke up and they’re just friends now but she didn’t understand half of why I believe he’s bad news and was like. “But he buys me stuff and he’s nice to me” so I think she lied to me and they’re still together.

Anyways! Time to goooo! Remember, comments feed me and my mind. So don’t forget to leave a feedback! Noodles out.

Chapter 5: You’re old!

Notes:

SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :<

The green skirt lays flatly on Izuku’s bed. Izuku eyes it with hesitation, his gaze flickering between the skirt and the pants. The skirt was part of the girls’ uniform but even boys received it just like the girls received a pair of pants. It was a matter of comfort more than a matter of gender. 

Sighing, Izuku’s hand reached for the skirt and grabbed it before stretching it open and passing a naked leg through it and repeating the process. He secured it tightly around his waist and lowered his hands to snap his fingers excitedly. 

He spun around one final time, admiring the way the skirt spun around with him and turned to walk towards the door and pushed it open. He peeked his head out to look around. The hall was quiet and empty, but the familiar scent of eggs that tickled his nostrils pleasantly. 

He walked towards the kitchen nervously, stopping to fiddle with his hands when he spotted the small figure cooking breakfast. The soft patter of his feet against the ground alerted his mother and she turned around. A smile graced her features as soon as she saw him. As if she didn’t remember the last time she saw him.

“Good morn—“ He shouldn’t have judged too soon, because her smile quickly fell apart when she looked at his choice of uniform. 

Izuku gulped and let out an unwilling smile. He pulled at his pinky and pinched at the skin of his fingers. “Do you… Do you like it?” 

Inko pulled her apron off and carelessly folded it to toss it aside on the kitchen table. “Are you even allowed to wear that?” She asked. 

“Uh… I guess?” He replied sheepishly. 

She hummed and a moment of contemplative silence—at least for her— was wrapped over the room. She looked at him again. “Go change.” She said. 

Izuku’s eyes widened. “Wha—why?” He raised his voice. 

His mother raised an eyebrow at him. “Because I told you to. I don’t need to explain myself.” She calmly stated. 

“N-no! You can’t forbid me to do something just because you don’t like it!” He stomped his foot angrily. One might think he was having a temper tantrum. 

“Of course I can!” Inko scoffed. “Are you doing this on purpose?” She crossed her arms. Izuku gave her a confused look. She rolled her eyes and walked past him to his bedroom. “You look like a slut.” She said passively. 

Izuku followed after her. “I d-don’t!” He defended desperately. He stood next to the door and observed her. She was rummaging through his clothes until she found the pants he usually wears and turned around to toss it at him. He catched it and held it to his chest while looking down. 

“Wear that.” She asserted. “I don’t want you to walk around with a skirt.” 

Tears formed in his eyes and he pouted. “I don’t want to.” He whispered, but flinched at the sound of wood slamming. He looked up at his mother who had slammed the door closed. 

“That’s enough!” She reached and grabbed his skirt to pull it down. He immediately squirmed away, dropped the pants and tried to shove her off. 

“Wh—what are you doing? Stop!” He yelled at her and she all but raised her hand and pulled at his hair to bash his head on the door frame. He hissed in pain and retracted his hands to cover his head protectively instead. She had pulled his skirt off. 

“You’re not wearing a skirt!” She shouted and grabbed his wrist to drag him to the bed. She pushed him down and threw the pants he had dropped earlier on his lap. 

“Why!” He weakly said between sobs. Izuku wiped at his eyes and breathed heavily.

“You’re asking for it!” She screamed. “You can do whatever you want when you’re an adult but I don’t ever want you to wear that while living with me! And don’t you dare come to me and complain that you’re raped!” She grabbed his jaw to make him look at her. “You’re practically asking them to shove it in you! You really want it that badly!” Her nails dug into his skin. She dragged them down and let his jaw go. 

Izuku’s breathing quickened and his heart thudded in his chest, the blood pounded in his ears. He reached to tug at his hair to make him go back to normal. To make him look at the entire person standing over him instead of a blurry, disfigured one. 

Izuku blinked. Did he fall asleep? He looked around at the people standing and sitting next to him. He was on a train on his way to school. He didn’t remember getting dressed again. And according to the heavy rumble in his stomach, he didn’t eat breakfast.

The train came to a stop. That was his turn to get out. 

Izuku clutched the straps of his backpack tightly in his hands and pushed past the people on the train, murmuring rushed apologies and ignoring the way older men eyed him lustfully. 

 

•••

Despite the fact that he didn’t have patrol the night prior, Shota did not sleep. The blinding brightness of his screen made him squint. But unlike all the times he scowled at the phone, he didn’t mind it. That was the least of his worries. His fingers tapped quickly against his keyboard. No, he wasn’t scowling, but his eyes were bloodshot red. 

It wasn’t a known fact, but Shota wasn’t all nonchalant and cold-blooded. When he loved, he loved hard. He just happened to put the same effort in being angry. 

Me: I’m sorry. Please come and let’s talk

Me: I love you. You know I love you. 

Me: Where are you? Hizashi please let’s talk.

Me: I’ll do anything for you to forgive me just please tell me where you are. 

Shota was desperate. He didn’t feel ashamed for it, that was his husband. He groaned and tossed his phone aside on the untouched bed. He didn’t waste time getting up and plunging his feet in his boots. He bent down to tie his shoe laces, and with one last look at the room, he pushed himself to his feet and opened the door to his and his husband’s apartment. 

The quicker he made it to the teacher’s lounge, the more likely he’d be able to pull his Hizashi aside and talk to him. 

The walk from the apartment dorms to the school was unsurprisingly short, considering the fact that he was leaping from building to building. Even the fresh breeze of the morning didn’t bring him satisfaction. 

He jumped on the surface of the edge of the window of the teacher’s lounge. He slid the window up and jumped inside. 

“Ah, young Aizawa, good morning!” A booming voice greeted him. He turned his head towards the voice in question. 

“Yagi.” He nodded at him. “Have you seen mic?” Shota asked. 

Yagi sat on the chair next to his desk. “Uh… I don’t think I saw him yet.” He replied. 

Shota sighed and before he walked past his desk to go find his husband, he spotted a leather notebook. Shota stopped and approached his desk. He had those same notebooks at home. They were a gift from his agency. What were they doing here? His hand laid flatly on on the desk’s surface while the other carefully pried the cover open. He was met with a folded paper. He picked it up and unfolded it curiously. He immediately recognized Hizashi’s signature on the top and bottom of the page. The nervous curiosity filling his chest was replaced with pure dread and horror. Because he failed to notice the bold title at the front of the page.

 

• DIVORCE AGREEMENT

 

•••

Oboro stood next to shota. “Well, shit.” He frowned. The ringing of the bell dragged them back from their misery. He looked over at Shota, who had his hand clasped on his mouth. His eyes were redder than they had been before—if that was even possible—and his eyes were very clearly glossy. 

“I gotta see how Hizashi is.” Oboro said to seemingly no one. He didn’t bother walking, he just floated and phased through the walls and doors trying to spot the familiar blonde hair. 

If he remembered Hizashi’s schedule clearly, he now had class with the general course. Arriving at class, he was distracted by a head of green curls standing a little bit farther from the door outside of the class. The weird kid? What was he doing here? He seemed to be trying to talk to the purple haired kid. Keyword: trying. 

He peeked inside to look for Hizashi. And he found him brushing the board and writing today’s date.  To an outsider, Present Mic may look like his usual, loud self. But if you knew him well enough, you’d spot the passive look and the eye bags rivaling his husband’s. 

“Listen, I don’t need pity from a perfect overpowered hero.” Oboro looked back to find the purple haired kid—Shinsou, speaking to Midoriya. While Shinsou was weirdly aggressive, Midoriya was somehow making himself smaller than he already was. He didn’t see Oboro, since he was looking down at the floor. 

Eventually, Shinsou stormed off and walked through him. “Talk about boundaries.” Oboro spoke out loud—louder than he usually spoke, and rolled his eyes. That seemed to get Midoriya’s attention, because his head snapped up and he looked at Oboro with wide eyes.

Cute. His mind supplied. He smirked at the kid and looked him up and down. His expression faltered at the sight of scratches on the boy’s face. They didn’t even look stress-caused. They looked like they were done to purposefully hurt him. He looked down at the boy’s hands clutching his backpack. They didn’t look long enough to cause that much damage. Weird. 

Concerning, his mind corrected. The fact that the kid looked ready to bolt at any movement was already concerning enough. But the marks were a whole other thing. 

Oboro shrugged and walked past the kid. “Come on kid, you’re gonna be late.” The kid squeaked and caught up to him. He looked down at his shoes nervously. Oboro glanced at him. Since he was looking down people couldn’t probably see him talking, so Oboro took advantage of the situation. “So, you got any questions? It’s not everyday that you see a ghost.” He teased.

The boy fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve and looked up at him tentatively. “Do you… uh… were you a pro hero that died? I don’t see any reason as to why you’d be here.” 

Oboro chuckled. “Not really. I died when I was 16. Building dropped over me like paw!” He raised his closed fists and opened them, mimicking some kind of bomb. 

Midoriya raised his head curiously and looked him up and down again. “You don’t look 16.” He said, loud enough for someone to throw him a puzzled stare and for him to blush furiously and look back down. Now that Oboro thinks about it, he does look like a strawberry. Although he looks more like a bunny.

“Yeah you’re right, I grew up even If I died. Kinda weird when you think about it.” He scratched his stubbles chin.

“How old… uh how old are you?” Midoriya asked.  

“I’m turning 32 this year!” Oboro pumped his fist up. 

Midoriya giggled, and what a sight for sore eyes. It radiated innocence and childishness. “You’re old!” He said but his adorable giggles were quickly drowned by the hand that was slapped on his mouth and his carefree expression replaced by a scared and guilty look. 

Before he could apologize for god knows what, Oboro put a hand over his heart and made an offended noise. That seemed to calm the kid down. “Yeah? And how old are you?” The man asked. 

The boy removed his hand and spoke. “Fourteen… uh, I skipped a year.” 

“Damn, you’re a baby.” Midoriya blushed. “A smart baby too!” Oboro added and laughed at the squeak the boy let out at the compliment. 

 

Notes:

Fun fact: I had a very similar situation with my mom except it was because I didn’t wear a jacket over my pants. She said worse stuff and in my native language which was 100 times more violent.

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Chapter 6: You’re Not Okay

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Nemuri was wandering around in the hallways during her free hour, when a hand grabbing her arm stopped her in her tracks. She turned around, ready to berate any student who grabbed her that way, when she was met with the very panicked face of her colleague and best friend for the last fifteen years. 

“Where’s Hizashi?” He asked, the hand around her arm tightening uncomfortably. What was going on? Don’t get her wrong, Nemuri had noticed that things between the couple had changed. It was clear from the way Shota disappeared to avoid Hizashi, but Hizashi always said that Shota was just joking. Turns out she had ignored the red flags for too long. Nemuri had to fix this. She didn’t think she could take living in a world where her friend group—or what was still remaining from it—was falling apart. 

Nemuri jerked her arm away and snatched Shota by his ridiculous toilet paper looking scarf, pulling him down to meet her at her level. “What the hell is happening between you and ‘zashi?” She questioned. The rare stutter and stumbling leaving his lips made her roll her eyes and reformulate. “Scratch that—why the fuck would you say that to him?” 

Shota closed his eyes, breathed and opened them again. “Listen, I made a mistake and I want to apologize—“

“You’ve made lots of mistakes. You’re fucking lucky he didn’t slap you with the divorce pa—“ she was cut off by the next words he said and being pushed away from him.

“Well I’m not lucky enough, am I?” He yelled. It took a few seconds for Nemuri to register what he said and her eyes widened. Shota sighed and dragged a hand on his face “Nemuri just—“ His voice caught in his throat and he looked down at her with…Were those tears in his eyes? “Please, just tell me where he is.” 

Nemuri sighed. “Fine. He’s probably teaching homeroom right now.” She paused and gave him a pointed look. “You should know that more than me.” She said and he gulped. 

“Okay.” He breaths, and then to Nemuri’s utter shock, he bows. “Th–thank you.” He mutters and as fast as he got here, he disappears, the only sign of him being there being the faint scent of coffee and the sound of running towards the other end of the hall. 

Nemuri stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape. Did he actually do that? Aizawa Shota was respectful, but he never overdid it, especially with his friends. Maybe it was good for him to be this panicked. He really did fuck up his marriage.

“Damn.” She whispered in the quiet and empty hallway, then walked towards Class 1-A. Her heels clicked firmly onto the ground. Today’s lesson was special. It wasn’t about history, but it was about Sexual Education. Normally Shota would teach them since he’s the home room teacher and she’d just be alongside him, because she’s comfortable with the matter, and well, she is the R-Rated Hero after all. 

Nemuri walked by the bathroom but stopped when the sound of retching echoed in the bathroom, and the flushing of a toilet. 

Frowning, Nemuri waited for the student to walk out of the bathroom. Perhaps they were sick? 

She didn’t have time to wonder, since the door in front of her opened and Midoriya walked out. His gaze zeroed on her and his posture went stiff. She rose an eyebrow. “What were you doing in there?” She asked, her arms crossed to her chest.

The kid looked at her like a deer caught in headlights and stuttered out. “I was in–in the bathroom.” Nemuri sighed. 

“Yes I’m aware of that, was something going on?” She tapped her foot to the ground, trying to get him to talk faster. The boy mumbled something, stuttering and tumbling over his words. Nemuri was annoyed. She liked to think god graced her with a gentle heart and undeniable patience, but Midoriya was just too much. 

Shota and her agreed on one thing when it came to students: Midoriya, being one of the best students academically, was a lazy child. He had an incredible quirk, there was no downplaying it, but the way he broke his bones everytime he used it, was evident that he didn’t try to control it. He didn’t look for help and he only relied on his quirk. It was obvious the boy was spoiled. He had no regards for the feelings of people in his class, he muttered all the time and didn’t even stop when people asked him to. Sure, he’d look embarrassed, judging by the flush grazing his cheeks, but he’d soon forget and go back to what he was doing. Not to mention the way his mind was always elsewhere, not focusing on the lesson and not saying anything when she asked him a question. Almost everyone in the teacher’s lounge were willing to bet Midoriya was one of those kids who just memorized lessons and didn’t care about understanding them. 

This time, she didn’t wait for the kid to say anything. She huffed and turned on her heels to head to the class. “Come on, I’m teaching your class today.” The sound of running followed behind and he soon walked alongside her. 

•••

Oboro has been following Midoriya since this morning. He never got to be an adult, but the self proclaimed ones in this school—including Nem, Zashi and Sho— we’re extremely incompetent Oboro was sure it would hurt if he had a physical body.

He had heard of the kid, when his three best friends went out to drink and they’d talk about their students. Oboro thought the kid was some kind of spoiled brat, but all he saw was an anxious bunny. The signs were there. He fidgeted too much, he flinched at any movement, he looked like he was about to cry anytime someone talked to him, he had obvious marks on his body. His face and—gods, were those hickies peeking out of his uniform? All of this was not painting a pretty image, and the fact that his friends didn’t recognize all of these signs—especially Shota, an underground hero—baffled him. 

Fine, if they weren’t going to dig into this kid’s homelife then he was going to. He didn’t even have to try being stealthy, he was a ghost!

But Oboro wasn’t going to think too far right now. He floated in front of the kid, facing him while he walked with Nem. He had other matters to talk about, like the fact that the kid threw up. He didn’t look sick, physically speaking, so why would he throw up? Oboro prayed that the kid wasn’t bulimic, but it would make sense.

“Did you throw up?” He threw both of his arms behind his head, acting somewhat nonchalant. The slight nod the teen gave confirmed his suspicions. “Damn. You sick or something?” He tried, showing that he cared but wasn’t pressuring him to say anything he didn’t want to. Izuku shook his head, and their conversation stopped abruptly when they arrived to class and Midoriya had to study. There was still no context, but the conversation, if you could call it that, left a bitter feeling in his chest. 

 

•••

Today’s food had been French Style. Lunch Rush had made it for the students who fell easily sick during Fall, so he was forced to eat it. It was a cream soup. It’s not that Izuku didn’t like the taste of it, it was nice, but what really bothered him was the texture. 

It was no secret Daisuke liked getting blow jobs. He forced Izuku to do them for him even before he decided to bend him over. Semen and soup both had the feeling. Thick and hot.

“Okay, class!” Kayama-sensei clasps her hands together and turns to the board, grabbing something to write with. “Today–“ she writes on the board. “–is sex ed.” She turns around to face them. “Can someone tell me what sex is?” A few hands are raised, and she points at Yaoyorozu. “Yes, Yaoyorozu?” 

“It’s a physical connection between people—usually the best way to reproduce.” She said calmly, not as flustered as the others in the class. 

“That’s right!” She praises. “Sex with teens such as you usually starts from the age of sixteen, as it is the age of consent.” She pauses. “Speaking of it, can anyone tell me what consent is?” Again, a few hands are raised. But of course, to her fortune and to Izuku’s misfortune, she points a finger at him. “Midoriya,” Izuku swallows hard and looks down at his desk. 

What was consent? From what he had read, it was an agreement from both parties to have sexual intercourse, but for Izuku’s case he couldn’t consent or not consent, because he was a child. That’s how it’s always been. 

“I’m an adult and you’re a kid. You think your case would even make it to court?” Daisuke huffs out a laugh. “You can’t make your own decisions, I’m the one who makes them. No one would even care.” 

“I’m waiting,” Midnight’s voice echoes in his head. It suddenly feels so far away. Izuku breaths in and breaths out. He looks up at her.

“It’s uh…giv–giving permission for something to happen. But uh…” Midnights nods at him to continue. “But if you’re a minor you have–you have to do what the other says—if he’s an adult.” Midnight’s pleased face quickly falls and is now replaced by an expression he can’t quite place. 

“You were only right about the first part. How about you reformulate?” She asks. From the corner of his eyes, he saw jirou observing him. If he said the wrong thing then that must mean he was disgusting, wasn’t he?

Why was it that everytime he had to say something he’d screw it all up? Izuku didn’t know the answer. That’s the best he could do. “I–I don’t know.” He says quietly. 

“Do you come here to just heat up your seat, Midoriya?” Midnight suddenly says. Izuku’s head snaps up. 

“Wh–what of course not–“ He defends. 

“You never pay attention in class, if you’re not interested, then the door is right there!” She raises her voice, not quite yelling, but Izuku flinches.

“I’m so–“ his voice breaks. “I’m sorry.” He grips the fabric of his pants tightly between his fingers.

For a moment, the room is silent. But then she speaks. “Nevermind.” And as if nothing happened previously, she turns to the class and starts asking them questions, from the looks of it. As much as he tries, Izuku’s brain is unable to register what was happening. The only sound he hears is the sound of his own heartbeat, and the familiar voice of a man. 

“You’ll be okay, kiddo. You’ll be okay.” Shirakumo, who was sitting on his desk, tells him. His eyes are gentle, like if he looked at him in a wrong way Izuku would break apart. In the back of his mind, Izuku wonders if his hands are gentler. 

•••

The door suddenly opens and Aizawa bursts in, twenty pairs of  eyes are set on him, but he couldn’t care less. The only person he cared about looking at him, was Hizashi. He looked disheveled, his hair was slightly messy, the dark eye bags under his eyes were heavy and he even forgot to wear his gloves. Hizashi never forgot those types of things!

“Oh hey Aizawa! D’ya need something?” ‘Zashi smiles. Obviously a performative one. 

“Uh…yeah can I talk to you in private?” He asks, standing and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. 

 Hizashi agrees, and the both of them walk out of the class. 

“What do you want?” Hizashi rips the façade off. Shota struggles to find his words. He didn’t really prepare what to say, did he? 

“I’m sorry.” He internally facepalms. What better way to save your marriage than the good old unoriginal way. 

“You’re…sorry?” Hizashi slowly says. “Are you sorry because you actually realized your mistake or just because I signed the divorce papers?” 

“Both.” Shota instantly replies. He takes Hizashi’s hands in his. “Hizashi please, let me—“ the crack in his voice makes his guilt obvious and Hizashi looks away, his eyes watering. “Let me make it up to you. You deserve better, so I’ll be better.” He squeezes the hands he’s holding. 

“You’re just gonna get comfortable after a few months and go back to how you were.” Hizashi wobbles out, taking his hands to rub his tears away with the heel of his hand. 

“No,” Shota softly says. “I promise I won’t. Give me a–give me a deadline. I’ll try my best to be better, and if you… If you don’t think that’s enough then I’ll sign the divorce papers willingly.” 

Hizashi looks at him, unsure, but Shota recognized the glint of hope in his eyes. “O–okay.” He says, and Shota laughs in relief, he takes Hizashi’s hands again and gently kisses his knuckles, unfortunately, Hizashi snatches them right away. “We’re still separated.” He reminds, a blush adorning his face.

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Chapter 7: Hiding

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Kyoka was the textbook definition of a teenager. She was moody, introverted, and most of the time her ears were occupied with music. She wasn’t shy, she was as fierce and determined as the rest of her class. Even with her headphones, she payed great attention to her teachers and classmates even when they weren’t actively in class. Why? Because being a hero didn’t stop when patrol was done. Same as being a hero student didn’t stop when they got out of class. If she had to live with 19 overpowered kids and heroes, she could at least learn a thing or two. 

But even if she wasn’t paying attention, her quirk was always activated. She couldn’t not stop hearing. Even when she had her headphones on, she could head a pin drop. 

So it wasn’t surprising when everytime a teacher was berating Midoriya, the sound of his rapid heartbeat drummed in her ear. She never mentioned it to anyone. Never mentioned the fact that she could hear the labored breathing. The low sob he was clearly holding back.

In Kyoka’s humble opinion, it was never that serious. Kaminari was reprimanded all the time for his lack of focus. The most he’d do was blush and rub the back of his neck or avert eye contact. If there weren’t any prior signs Kyoka would’ve assumed Midoriya was just being coddled at home and he never got yelled at or something. 

Except there were prior signs. 

The marks over Midoriya’s body weren’t apparent to everyone. You had to point it out first to recognize it, but Kyoka watched enough porn to know that the marks on his neck were hickies and the marks around his wrists were a result of being restrained. Likely with ropes. Kyoka wasn’t stupid. She knew damn well no fourteen or fifteen year old was this kinky. They wouldn’t even find the time to explore their kinks unless they were left home alone a lot. 

The way the dude flinched everytime someone got close to him, or the way he was fighting a panic attack silently in the middle of class was concerning. She was 70% sure that Midoriya was being sexually abused and as a girl and hero in training she couldn’t stand by because it was obvious the teachers were too preoccupied by his flaws—which were really other signs of some kind of trauma.

That was fine. She’d compile evidence and she’d help him out. That is, if he was being abused. 

Kyoka plopped on the couch next to Midoriya, who was startled a little but gave her a shy smile and returned back to writing on that little notebook of his. 

“Soo…” Wow Kyoka. What an excellent way to start a conversation with a guy you barely talk to. She glanced at his notes. “What’ you always writing in this notebook anyway?” She gazed at the ceiling mindlessly, trying to look open for conversation but not pressuring him.

She saw him fidget with his pen from the corner of her eyes. “It’s j-just some si-silly stuff about quirks…” he squeaked. 

“Nice nice…” She mumbled. This conversation wasn’t going anywhere and she didn’t wanna ask him to show her cause it was probably gonna be a breach of privacy. She turned her head towards him and he dipped his own down. “Say… do you listen to any music?” She asked awkwardly. 

“Uhm… yeah.” 

Looks like Midoriya was more awkward than her. “Cool cool cool, what do you listen to?” 

He hummed, hesitated for a moment, but spoke, a hint of excitement in his voice. “I–uhm I like any songs–really! But I really love old American singers from the pre-quirk era!” He exclaimed.

Kyoka smiled in surprise. “Oh? Same! I like System of a Down, if you know them.” The giggle he let out made her chest flutter. The girls and even the guys in their class didn’t really share the same interests as her. 

“Yeah–I kn–know them! I like any–any genre but my–uh my favorites are Eminem and L-Limp Bizkit!” He babbled happily. 

Kyoka threw her legs on the couch and turned fully towards him. “I love limp Bizkit! I didn’t take you for a rap and rock typa guy!” She joked lazily.

“Yeah uh… my favorite song is hot dog.” She let out a startled laugh at that and he smiled shyly. She never heard Midoriya say anything remotely inappropriate. It was a surprise to know that his favorite song had the word ‘fuck’ in every sentence. The duality of men. 

“I like you, Mido. We should’ve talked to each other earlier.” She gives her hand for him to shake and his shaky hand takes it.

“A–agreed!” He smiles.

••• 

Izuku wakes up with a startled cry. His legs are tangled with the sheets and he raises a hand to brush wet bangs off his sweaty forehead. It had been a few hours since he made a new friend, if he could call her that. Now, he was left alone with his nightmares. He didn’t bother checking the time, he immediately looked over at the window and found it closed. He sighed. Izuku knew he was being dramatic and as Aizawa-Sensei always told him, he was being illogical. Of course Daisuke wouldn’t show up, he was on the second floor for god’s sake! He was being a baby. 

But even so, Izuku ignored his rational thoughts. They were always blurry during nighttime. He slowly got up, letting the sheets and blankets fall to his feet, and then got down on his knees and crawled under the bed. Positioned himself in a fetal position and snatched the blanket that was on the ground to cuddle it. 

Izuku didn’t register his mind slipping out of consciousness every once in a while. He didn’t know how long had passed since he got under the bed. It was all fuzzy, but he did hear the warm voice of the man that began following him this week. 

“Kid? Midoriya where are you?” Shirakumo called out, yet Izuku couldn’t find it in him to speak. He hugged his blanket tightly to his chest. The legs that were passing around in his room stopped in front of his bed, and soon enough, Shirakumo was crouching down in front of him, his head peeking inside. He let out a casual chuckle. “Well what are you doing here, little guy?” 

Izuku blinked. “H–hiding.” He whispered. Shirakumo frowned. 

“Yeah? From who? Me?” He joked and Izuku shook his head. 

“D–Daisuke,” He replied. Something settled on Shirakumo’s face but it was quickly wiped out, only leaving a warm smile. 

“Mind if I join you? Or I can stay where I am.” He asked. Normally, Izuku would shake his head repeatedly in fear, but he didn’t know what took over him as he moved aside and pressed his back to the wall. 

“Come on,” he started as he crawled under the bed, not acknowledging the fact that half of his too-big body was phasing through the bed. He settled in the same position Izuku was in. “Let’s hide from the heavens together, yeah?” 

•••

Yeah, no. Oboro wasn’t going to let this slide. If the event that occurred last night wasn’t enough proof then he didn’t know what was. Oboro wasn’t good at psychology or anything, really. But this was some kind of psychosis or trauma response. It wasn’t normal. No healthy kid did the shit Midoriya did. No healthy kid felt the need to hide in their own bedroom. 

This wasn’t normal and right now, the person he considered haunting the most was this ‘Daisuke’ guy. Whoever he was, it was obvious he was a bad person. 

Oboro sat on Nemuri’s couch next to her as she went through class 1-A’s files. Maybe he could find something. He didn’t know what he’d do next with whatever information he’d find, since it was obvious his friends were too dumb to recognize the signs, but at least he could talk to the kid and convince him to seek help. Even then, he was one step ahead everybody else.

“Midoriya Izuku…ugh.” Nemuri grumbled next to him and he forced himself to ignore that comment and instead focus on the paper in front of them. 

Name:Izuku

Last name: Midoriya

Age:fourteen

Quirk: Superpower

So far, nothing was out of normal. Although, the name of the kid’s quirk wasn’t very specific. Every quirks were technically super powers, weren’t they? He turned his attention back to the files, and for the first time in years, tears filled his eyes. “Oh, shit.” 

Emergency contact:

Midoriya Inko (Mother)

Daisuke Takeda (Step father)

 

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Chapter 8: The first reveal

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Saturday arrived quickly. Most of the students were leaving campus to go back home, even that Todoroki kid was leaving to visit his mother.

Oboro should’ve known that Midoriya was going home too, despite the clear evidence of him being most certainly hurt by one of—if not both his guardians. 

“Midoriyaaa,” He whines at the kid ignoring him. They were in his room and he was packing up his stuff for the week-end. Oboro hovers over him, kicking his legs as he’s sitting mid-air. “You’re so mean for leaving me behind and ghosting me!” He wipes at his eye dramatically and adds. “No pun intended,”

The kid chuckles while he folds his pants and puts them inside the worn yellow backpack. The same one he goes to school with. 

He looks up at him, a shy smile gracing his features. “You talk too–you talk a lot.” He teases lightly and Oboro smirks.

“I haven’t spoken to someone in 15 years, sue me.” He says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, letting himself bask in the cold air. It was always cold. Oboro stopped feeling anything slightly warm ever since he died. 

Midoriya hummed. “That must be lonely.” He murmured, the sound of soft rustling and swishing of clothes being the only thing that could be heard. Midoriya’s quiet voice continued. “And frustrating.” 

“Yep.” Oboro opened one eye and then the other. He looked up at the ceiling, an idea occurring to him. Perhaps it was manipulative, and Oboro would’ve felt bad if his intentions were malicious, but they were in fact not. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures. He breathed in loudly, and clasped his hands behind his back, attempting to look shy. He shifted until his feet hit the ground and he looked away as he stood awkwardly. “Say…Can I come with you?” He asked. “I don’t really have much to do at UA.” That was a lie. Oboro had to check on the trio and he hadn’t payed visit to Tensei for a while. But they wouldn’t know that he was here in the first place, so that wasn’t really important right now. 

Midoriya dropped the shirt he had folded. “You…you don’t have anything else to do?” He winced when he realized his response. “Not–not that I don’t want you to come or anything!” He reassured. 

Oboro shrugged. “It’s okay if I can’t, obviously.” Even if he couldn’t that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. It was easy to hide even from someone who could see him as long as they didn’t look up or they couldn’t hear him.

For a moment, nobody spoke. Midoriya picked up the shirt, stuffed it inside his backpack and zipped it close. Then, he decided. “Okay… yeah you can come.” Oboro grinned widely and pumped his fist up with joy.

•••

Izuku unlocked the door and opened it. He stepped in and kicked off his shoes, subtly glancing at Shirakumo who was taking it all in. 

He walked into the living room and spotted his step-father typing on his computer, most likely working. Out of all the days he could come, he chose this one. Izuku felt a pang of fear and shame rise in his chest. Shirakumo couldn’t see what was happening. He couldn’t. He was the nicest friend he ever had in…well, forever! Izuku knows he wouldn’t be able to bear the disgusted expression that he’d show if he ever knew what was happening. 

Izuku was about to rush and hide in his room when his father lifted his head and saw him. “Hey Izu, how long have you been home?” 

“Is that your dad?” Shirakumo asked curiously from behind him.

 Izuku shook his head and quickly responded with slight panic. “Not lon–not long. I’m gonna uh… grab clothes to uh, shower.” He turned around swiftly and headed to his room, ignoring the bitter laugh Daisuke let out behind him. 

As Izuku shut the door behind him, Shirakumo faced him. “Who was that?” He scratched the back of his neck. 

Izuku was about to tell him to keep his voice down, but not only would it feel suspicious but it would also be super stupid of him since Shirakumo was a literal ghost. He could scream as loud as he could and no one would bat an eye. 

Izuku made his way towards his closet, slid the door open and took a few s. “My st–step dad.” He replied casually. “I’m gonna take a shower, while you–“ he gestured to him hesitantly. “–Do what you uh..want–“ Izuku walked backwards, and shot him finger guns, an awkward smile appearing slowly. “–From here!” 

He missed it when the ghost followed him and lingered next to the door. 

When Izuku got out of the room he headed to the bathroom and closed the door. He didn’t lock it because it was no use. They had a thumbturn lock and his mother and step dad learned how to twist it from the outside whenever he hid in the bathroom after an argument. He stripped out of his clothes, dropped the clothes over the toilet, and got inside, turning the cold water on. 

Water trickled down his skin as he stood in the cold. He opened his eyes and bent down carefully so as to not slip, to pick a bottle of body wash. But as he was about to pour some on his skin, the door opened. 

Izuku’s head snapped to the person who entered the room. Daisuke smirked playfully. “Hey there little flirt,” 

Instinctively, Izuku fell on his butt, his back hitting the wall and his knees brought close to his chest, trying to hide at least a bit of skin from him, although it was unsuccessful. 

“Come onnn,” Daisuke taunted as he walked closer to him, his hand closed around the slider of his zipper. “It’ll be fun. You’re always so cranky about it, if you let yourself relax–“ he pulled his zipper down and turned the shower off. Izuku’s breath hitched and Daisuke put a hand on his knee. “–You’ll feel as good as I feel.” He nodded at him, silently urging him to spread his legs. 

By the time Daisuke finished speaking Izuku’s face was hidden protectively behind his arms and his legs were even more pressed against each other. “N–No!” In a fit of bravery, Izuku kicked his stomach, but Daisuke quickly recovered from the blow and grabbed his foot, spreading his legs. “Let go!” Izuku screamed. He managed to free his foot and got on his feet to run, but slipped and fell to the ground, he screamed once again when his hair was pulled back. Izuku sobbed. “I don’t wanna!” 

“Stop fuckin’ making it so difficult!” Daisuke snarled. Izuku screamed again and as soon as he did, by some miracle, boiling water was sprayed on Daisuke and the shower handle fell on his head. He yelped and let go of his hair to turn the shower off. Izuku got up and grabbed his towel to wrap it on himself and ran out of the room. But before that, the sight of cloudy blue hair caught his vision. Shit. 

“Izuku?” He turned towards the new voice. Mom was wearing her pajamas. That meant she had already been there, since she had the time to settle comfortably. 

“He’s in the bathroom!” Izuku takes her hands and frantically shakes them. “I tol–“ He takes a deep breath. He couldn’t afford to cry right now, he had to speak clearly. “I told you he was hurting me!” 

The door shuts behind him and his heart drops. “What’s going on here?” His stepdad asks casually. He comes up next to him and ruffles his hair, earning him a flinch.

Izuku’s mother huffs. “He was saying you hurt him, darling. Is that true?” She takes Daisuke’s hand and he holds it up and kisses her knuckles. Izuku notices the way she stares at him smugly when it’s done. 

“Kiddo’s just sensitive, I was trying to pull a prank on him in the shower. He freaked out on me,” Daisuke laughs and wraps an arm around Izuku, who’s whole body stiffens. “You gotta man up, izu!” 

Inko nods in agreement. “You can’t be a sissy, baby.” She laughs in the middle of her sentence, making Daisuke chuckle. 

Daisuke lets him go, and Izuku releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I gotta keep working, call me for dinner, alright?” Inko nods and Daisuke pulls her in to kiss her forehead, then passer by her, making his way to the blocking room again. 

New tears burn Izuku’s eyes. “He was lying,” Izuku whispers. Inko rolls her eyes.

“He was just playing with you, stop overreacting. He’s the adult he knows best.” She chides gently. “Come on, go and get dressed.” Izuku resigns and holds back a sob. He wipes at his eyes with the heels of his hand and heads back to the bathroom. Except his stopped by a playful smack on his butt. He gasps, turns around and doesn’t hide the shock filtering in his eyes. Inko laughs. “This is how men are gonna grab you if you keep swaying your hips. Imagine how worse it could be if you wore a skirt, dear.”

Izuku doesn’t know how to respond. Because what can he say that could possibly address that act and at the same time he can’t say something disrespectful. He can’t tell her what to do and what not to do, she’s his mother and she’s an adult. 

He decided to ignore it and go back to the bathroom to quickly get dressed. Inko ushers him to his room and reassures that she was just playing with him. He shuts the door quietly, and slides down against the door, bringing his knees up to his chest once again. Shirakumo’s sitting on his bed, hunched over, his hands covering his face. 

“How…” He starts. Debates on asking how he pulled the water trick or if he saw everything. He settles for the latter. “How much did you see?”

Shirakumo looks at him, eyes filled with pity and worry. Izuku hated it, but at the same time he craved it. It was horrible of him, but he loved it when people worried over him. Sometimes, he’d go out of his way to hurt himself purposefully just to have a bit of attention. It was a childish thing to do, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d do it without even thinking of it. 

“Kiddo, you have to tell someone.” He says quietly. “They’re both bad people.” He removes his hands from his face to let them hang on his sides. 

Izuku shakes his head. “They’re not bad people, they’re–they just aren’t perfect,” Izuku tells him quietly. 

Shirakumo’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, kid, you can’t stay here, I don’t care if they’re good or bad they’re hurting you!” That was the first time Shirakumo ever raised his voice. Izuku hated it when men or—anyone for that matter yelled at him. So, he flinched. 

Izuku ducks his head down and speaks. “I can’t do anything about it, they're adults.” He tries to reason with Shirakumo. 

Shirakumo stands up from the bed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He walks over to Izuku and crouches down at his level. “Midoriya, I’m an adult. Adults shouldn’t be doing that—no one should be doing th—“ 

Izuku cuts him off. “But it’s just my stepdad! Not my mom! I can’t get her in trouble just cause–just cause he did something bad! She loves him, she’s just–she’s just naive!” 

Shirakumo’s eyes soften. He looks up for a moment, thinking, then sighs and asks. “What if the exact same thing happened to one of your friends?” 

Izuku snorts. “It wouldn’t happen,” 

“But what if it did?” Shirakumo challenges. 

Izuku argued. “It’s not the same thing, we’re talking about me!” Shirakumo didn’t look convinced. 

“I don’t want you to spend the night here.” He says disapprovingly. 

The both of them paused for a moment. Izuku knew he was going to be rude and horrible to him, but he couldn’t sabotage his place at UA. If someone else knew what was happening there was no doubt he’d get kicked out. 

“I’m not telling anyone. And—and it’s not like y–you can tell anyone either.” Izuku shot back after a while. Shirakumo doesn’t make an attempt to argue with him. He doesn’t even look phased by what Izuku said. He just stares at him softly. 

“Go back to UA, kid.” He finally says. “Even if you have to sneak out. Go back to UA, I'm sure some people are still on campus.” 

Izuku fixes him hard. “Fine.” He whispers, not trusting his voice to go any higher.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 9: Bunny

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It was an early morning when Hizashi was heading towards a meeting with the staff when a small figure bumped into his chest. He looked down to find Midoriya, hands clutching his backpack straps as always. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he gone home yesterday? Not many people were on campus. He didn’t exactly know for Class 1-A but the only one on campus in Hizashi’s homeroom was Shinsou Hitoshi. 

Nonetheless, Hizashi smiled and shoved his hands in his pocket to appear less threatening. He wasn’t in his Hero-suit today and he wore black jeans and a simple white T-shirt—and since it was short sleeved, pretty much most of his tattoos were on display. The kid already looked frightened every time an adult talked to him, he didn’t want to add on it. 

“W’sup kiddo,” He said casually, pulling his Hero persona. “You’re already back?” 

Midoriya nodded nervously. “I have to… I have to catch up on homework, and I don’t do it at home.” He lied. 

Hizashi chuckled understandingly. “Yeah, nobody likes to mix the boring stuff with the fun stuff.” 

“Yeah—totally!” The boy rushed his speech. 

Hizashi lifted his wrist to check the time. He whistled. “I’m a bit late,” he said out loud. He turned back to Midoriya and ruffled his hair, promptly ignoring the way he flinched to avoid any awkwardness. “I gotta go, don’t cause too much trouble, ‘kay?” 

Midoriya stuttered out a series of words, but Hizashi only caught on to his ‘yes!’ As he moved away and kept walking as before. 

•••

“Do you lie like that to everyone?” Shirakumo asked suddenly after Mic-sensei walked away. Izuku groaned. 

“Can you leave me alone for once?” Izuku said loudly, not caring if he was being loud or rude. 

“I’m doing this because I care about you, don’t you see?” Shirakumo walked alongside him, throwing his arms out in frustration. “Why won’t you tell someone? You’re s–sabotaging yourself!”

They both stopped at the front door of the class’s dorm and Izuku turned to him and glared. “You think I didn’t try that?” He hissed. “I tried ev–“ Izuku stopped when the door opened, showing Aizawa-sensei looking down at him. 

Aizawa-sensei massaged his temple lightly, sighed and spoke. “Stop shouting and get inside, problem child, I don’t have time to deal with you.” 

The annoyance hadn’t left Izuku yet, so he defended himself, albeit weakly. “I wasn’t shouting! I–I was—“ He stopped when he saw the unimpressed eye-raise Aizawa gave him. He wasn’t being taken seriously. 

Izuku huffed and pushed past him, Shirakumo following behind quietly. Aizawa leaned on the door frame. “I don’t appreciate your disrespectful tone with me, Midoriya.” He said dryly. 

A surge of anger bubbled inside of him and Izuku clenched his fist and look up at the ceiling. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

Izuku breathed in, and responded. “Respectfully, y–you never know what’s someone’s–what someone’s going through.” 

Aizawa snorted. Then his expression went back to his normal, stoic one. “Nothing gives you the right to be disrespectful. You’re a kid. Kids like you don’t have problems.” He said. 

Izuku stood before him silently, then bit back. “I wish I were that privileged.” As soon as the words flew out of his mouth, Izuku regretted them, but he didn’t take them back. He kept his bravado, and turned around to go up the stairs. 

He didn’t miss the dumbfounded expression his sensei bore.

When Izuku went up to his room, he shut the door and tossed his backpack on the bed. He turned to Shirakumo and placed his hands on his hips.

“Do you really think telling someone is gonna help when that someone treats me like a spoiled brat?” He said. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, Midoriya.” Shirakumo reasoned. “What? We’re just gonna let you suffer?” He asked. 

“N–no—well yes!” Izuku shouted in frustration. “Leave me alone for once! I don’t want help I don’t want help!” He stomped his foot childishly, tears flowing out. He rubbed his eyes using his fist. Footsteps approach him. Footsteps? Shirakumo never makes a sound when walking. He raises his head to find him crouched down in front of him. His eyes are as soft as always.

“We’ll find a way together, kiddo. I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.” He murmured, as if scared to raise his voice in case it broke Izuku. Jokes on him, that made him break into tears even more. 

Izuku dropped to the floor and brought his knees to himself. “Nobody’s on my—on my side!” Izuku exclaimed in between sobs. 

“Oh Izuku,” Shirakumo crooned. “I’m on your side, bunny.” The nickname slipped easily out of his tongue.

Izuku breathed heavily and wiped at his eyes again, taking the opportunity to hide his face in shame. “Plea—“ Crack. “Please, h-hold me!” He rushed. The stunned silence made Izuku draw back in on himself. God, Izuku was so slow sometimes. Of course he couldn’t get a hug! The guy was a ghost! 

Warm hands on his elbows snapped him out of his spiraling. Before he could begin to wonder how this could happen, he was thrown in his arms. Izuku breathed and moved to straddle Shirakumo’s lap, letting him rock Izuku back and forth. 

They stayed like that for a while. Izuku didn’t know how long but he knew it was for a while. He couldn’t help but let his words flow out of his mouth. Who knew that a hug could make him reveal his most shameful moments. 

“I brought a kitty home one time,” He murmured. “That was—that was the first time he raped me.” Izuku felt arms tighten around him, but he continued, his head in the crook of Shirakumo’s neck, his voice filled with emotion. “After that—after that he beat it until it died—and—and said that’s what he'd do to me if I told anybody at school.” Shirakumo stayed silent, offering comfort through the way he rocked him and carded his fingers through his hair. “It was just a baby.” Izuku wept into his neck. 

“You’re just a baby too, Izuku.” Shirakumo said. “They’re not just doing bad things, they’re evil. Even your mother.”

Izuku wrapped his arms around Shirakumo’s neck and dropped his head on his shoulder to look at him. For the first time, he wore an expression Izuku couldn’t quite place. Was it hurt? Was it care? 

Izuku looked away. “She’s mean,” He started. “When I was—when I was ten, I messed up—uh I forgot how—and she was so mad.” He whispered the last part and swallowed hard. “She showed me a video—and it was—it was a girl getting—they were shoving a broom inside her,” He looked back at oboro and watched him drop his head against the door with a loud sigh. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Did he cross boundaries? Izuku’s train of thoughts was cut off by a hand caressing his cheek while a thumb wiped off a tear, Izuku nuzzled into it. 

“Alright.” Shirakumo said. “It’s oka—well it’s not okay, but it’ll be okay now.” Izuku snuggled back on him, nodding lazily. 

New tears surged in his eyes and Izuku began to apologize. “I’m sorry for being being mean earlier, shira—shirakumo.” 

“Don’t worry,” Shirakumo reassured. “And call me Oboro already.”  

Izuku mumbled his name, then nodded his head. “Oboro-nii!” He exclaimed, and felt Oboro freeze. Worry settled on Izuku’s stomach but it was quickly replaced by warmth when he lightly chuckled. 

“You got it right, bunny.”

 

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Chapter 10: Shinsou smells trouble

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“A phone call is here!”

 

“A phone call is here!”

The phone’s ringing felt like screams to Izuku’s ears. Momma it read. Izuku should change that. 

One day had passed since he broke down, and he hadn’t left the bedroom. He wasn’t on the floor anymore, but he was still cuddling Shira—no, Oboro-nii. He laid his head on his sternum, closed his eyes and covered his ears. 

He buried his face between Oboro’s shoulder and sternum, whimpering. But soon letting out something akin to a purr once the ringing stops and a hand drags its nails across his scalp.

“Call her back,” Oboro suddenly says and Izuku snaps his head up to face him, confused. 

“You’re the one who told me to go back to school.” Izuku points out, eyebrows furrowing.

Oboro chuckles. “Yeah but she’s gonna wonder where you’ve been and shit,” He responds. “Tell her you’re on like—home detention or whatever.” He shruggs. 

Izuku’s frown deepened, before recognition painted his face and he giggled. “House arrest, silly!” He laughed at the way Oboro grumbled a ‘whatever’ and mimicked his words. Izuku lightly smacked his chest. 

When the quiet settled over them once again and Izuku was in the same position, he hesitantly put a thumb to his mouth and sucked it. This time, he heard a sigh and Oboro ran his hand through his curls. Izuku didn’t do all that baby stuff often, never mind in front of people. Why did he feel entitled to all this childish and weird behavior with Oboro, then? Only one word replayed itself in his pool of overthinking. 

Safe. 

Izuku still felt floaty, but he needed to call inko and make up a lie so that he wouldn’t be not forced to go home. He lazily got up and off the bed to grab his phone that was set on the bedside table, and Oboro sat up to observe him. “You wanna eat something, bunny?” Oboro asked. “You haven’t eaten in a while, kiddo.” 

Now that he mentioned it, Izuku did feel hungry. He tended to ignore his hunger until the last minute though, so it wasn’t an urgency right now. But he didn’t want to disappoint or bother Oboro, so he agreed. “Y–Yeah okay!” He exclaimed. “I just have to uh, call her!”

“Alright, little man!”

Izuku decided to call her while he made breakfast. They had figured that only he could see and touch Oboro, since he didn’t appear in Izuku’s mirror. So, it was safe for him to go downstairs. 

Izuku poured the juice onto the glass, dialing his mother’s phone number and lending an ear to the phone. 

 

Beep

Beep

 

Beep

 

Bee—

“Where the hell are you, Izuku?” His mother’s furious voice rang out through the call. “I’ve been calling you for over an hour, why would you do this to me? I was worried sick!” She ranted, not even leaving him a second to speak for her to actually know that it was Izuku on the phone with her and not someone else. 

“I’m sorry, mom.” He apologized instinctively. 

“You keep saying you’re sorry yet you never want to admit it!” What did that even mean? Izuku frowned. 

“What? What are you even—“ 

“Stop talking over me!” She yelled and Izuku winced. 

He turned around to find Oboro sitting on the counter, dragging a hand over his face. For once, he was talking so quietly that Izuku didn’t hear him over his mother’s shouts. He murmured something along the lines of ‘This bitch is looking for a fight.’ Or so Izuku heard. 

He clenched his fist. Why couldn’t she cry for him or thank god that he was safe rather than scold him and scold him and scold him? Even Kachaan’s mom used to hug him hard when they were kids and he’d get hurt. Why didn’t he get the same treatment? It wasn’t fair!

“Don’t you wanna check up on me?” He shouted back. The voice on the other side stopped. 

“Where have you been?” She asked, and as cruel as it was of him, satisfaction built over him. Maybe she felt guilty for screaming at him so soon. 

“The nurse has to—the school nurse has to check up on me everyday to see if my uh, quirk isn’t actively hurting me.” He replied. It was all thought out very quickly. 

“Well you’ve been doing fine,” She huffs. “When you come back home, I want you to apologize to Daisuke, Izuku.” Izuku freezes. Apologize for what? Running away from him for a very good reason? 

“Wh—no!” He immediately says. “He’s the one who’s been hurting me! I’m not apologizing for anything.” He turns his focus back to Oboro, who’s mouthing to ‘Hang up the phone.’

“Listen here you little slut—“ He closes his eyes, waiting for her to finish the speech. His mom always used that sort of derogatory term when scolding him, it wasn’t new. Now that he thinks about it, she always had a specific interest—if you could call it that—in rape. Maybe something happened to her during her childhood? “You are gonna apologize or I swear to god I’ll film you being fucked by him on the sofa, since you like that so much, huh?” 

Izuku freezes and he sees an angry expression form on Oboro’s face. “What?” 

“Stop playing the idiot, Izuku. You are a lot of things, but certainly not an idiot, you’re evil!” She accuses. “Seducing men and sleeping with them to then accuse them of rape, you’re fucking evil!” Izuku can tell by the way her voice is straining that she started crying. 

The phone slips out of his grasp and falls on the ground. Izuku lets out a tiny whine, and in a blink of an eye he’s hitting his head back and forth and trying to breathe.

“Kid. Kid stop that please, you’re hurting yourself.” Oboro tells him alarmingly, getting off the counter. 

“No no no no,” A sob tears out of Izuku and he crouches down, trying to breathe while continuing to hit his head. 

Izuku doesn’t know what happens next. Did he black out? Pass out? The next thing he knew his back was pressed against the fridge, he was sitting and his wrists were being pulled away from him. 

“Midoriya, can you say something for me?” A voice Izuku was distantly familiar with asked. 

“I don’t kn—“ And with that, everything was still. Izuku couldn’t focus on anything except the boy crouched down in front of him. Everything except Shinsou was blurry and foggy.

 

“Relax.” One single word and Izuku felt his muscles relax and his movements melt. Shinsou nodded. “Think I can let you go now?” 

Izuku spoke. “Yes.” And with that, everything turned back to normal. Izuku breathed in heavily, trying to catch his breath. His gaze turned to Shinsou. Who was looking at him with a surprisingly patient look. Did he help him? Last time he checked, Shinsou wasn’t very fond of him. 

“Back on earth with us?” Shinsou smirked. Not maliciously or mockingly. More like he was trying to set the mood up.

 Izuku nodded and stuttered out a meek thanks, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

Shinsou scratched his neck, looking away awkwardly. “You uhm… you wanna like, talk about whatever that was?” 

Izuku looked down, shaking his head fast. 

“Okay, well uh… I have training to do. So uh… I’m here if you wanna talk.” Izuku didn’t realize his wrists were still grabbed by shinsou and he let them go to rise from the floor. Izuku did as well.

“Thank you again,” He told him, fidgeting with his hands. 

Shinsou nodded and turned around, throwing him a wave. 

“That was actually nice of him,” Oboro-nii said, next to him. Izuku nodded and Oboro came up in front of him. “We gotta talk about those meltdowns of yours, kiddo.” 

His shoulders tensed and he looked away, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.” He said. 

“Oh bunny,” Izuku looked back up to find Oboro’s features softening. “I’m not mad at you, kiddo. I’m just worried.” 

“I know.” Izuku acknowledged. 

•••

Hitoshi shut the door behind him. Well that was weird. Originally he just went to class 1-A’s dormitory to get Aizawa-sensei’s scarf. He didn’t expect to find that kid with the perfect quirk having a panic attack. 

Why, though? That kid had everything he wanted: A perfect quirk, top student, he was in the hero course, and his friends were from famous hero families. 

Maybe not everything was as it seemed. He’d have to ask Aizawa about it.

“There you are, got everything?” Speak of the devil, Aizawa was walking towards him. 

“Uh yeah, tell me uh, is Midoriya doing okay?” Aizawa frowned. 

“Why wouldn’t he be?” He huffed out a laugh and put his capture scarf on, dangling it in his hands and started walking away. “Come on, we’ve got work to do.” 

Shinsou ran to catch up to him. “He was having a huge breakdown.” Well, that made Aizawa stop to look at him. 

“Was he?” He asked, an expression he couldn’t quite decipher on his face. Shinsou nodded. 

“Uh yeah. A panic attack, really!” He rephrased. “I had to use my quirk for him to calm down.”

Aizawa nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Thank you for telling me that, I’ll look into it. 

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

•••

 

“You know you’re the first person to have ever seen me or touched me.” Oboro told him, as Izuku was sipping his drink. He hummed in surprise. “You have any idea as to why?” 

Izuku pulled his mouth off the straw to speak. “Maybe ‘t’s my quirk.” Oboro’s eyebrow rose. 

“Ain’t your quirk super strength or something like that?” Izuku fiddled with his glass and avoided eye contact.

“Yeah but there may be other aspects of it, who knows.” He said, quickly. He looked back at Oboro, deep in thought. “Stil, wouldn’t I be able to see other ghosts? How come I couldn’t touch you before but now I can’t?” He muttered. 

Oboro shrugged. “Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen other dead people. Just me.” 

Izuku sat up straighter. “That’s weird. Maybe it’s not my quirk that’s the reason why I can see you?” 

Once again, Oboro shrugged. 

Izuku snorted at their ignorance and turned back to his food. He picked up the toast, but not before saying. “I’ll look into it.”

Notes:

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Notes:

I straight up wrote this blind I don’t know how this is gonna go. Y’all know the drill babes, drop your suggestions.