The Underground

Part 3

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He carried the man in his back-one thing he never knew he can do. There were people watching as he continue to run with Aizawa's blood staining on his shirt. He can hardly feel the man's heartbeat, nor did he sense any breathing or any sign he's alive under his own heavy breath. 

"You're OK, you're OK, you're OK, you're OK," he murmured the whole way. It was out of his control, his tears started to fall in guilt. 

It took about 5 minutes until they arrive at the nearest hospital, although to him it feels like a whole day. As he ran through the ER, doctors and nurses came in droves to help. They took Aizawa-the man he barely knew and for sure have no idea who he is. 

Here you are, Hitoshi, back to being a useless brat.

A nurse came checking on him as he got lost in his own mind, staring at the closed door the man is in. "Are you OK?" He can feel his head ache and his body falling but refuse to answer-nor did he lie. "Are you OK?" The nurse repeated with a higher volume as she thought the boy might not hear her talking or notice her around. 

"Not really," he replied cold as he walk away to the door. 

Shinsou forced his weary legs to keep walking as the cold breeze felt like stabbing through his wet school uniform. Good thing he won't go to school until next week, he wouldn't need to worry on how to get this blood stain off it just yet. 

"It looks like The League of Villain is back with another destructive plan. Looking at the timing, it isn't blind to assume that they might have something to do with the latest attack to the Pro-Hero 'EraserHead'. As for now, we can only wait for the hero to gain consciousness for confirmation."

Shinsou find himself standing in front of a television store just to see the man he was helping-or should he say 'found and bring to someone else for actual help' being a 'Pro-Hero. 

I almost killed a hero...

The boy continue to walk. "Shit, I must've left my bag in that dump." Screw it, he's not coming back, he had enough for today. 

It took a while before he get to step his feet on his apartment. Good thing he kept the keys on his pocket or the day might just get even worst. The place looks messier than ever, with clothes and books all over the place. 

It's not normal to find a middle-school boy living alone unsupervised. But here's Shinsou, throwing himself to the floor like a maniac, staring at the fan attached to the ceiling, kind of hoping it would fall at some point. 

What am I doing with my life?

His gaze was drawn to an envelope just about the door. He lazily reach it with his arm clawing on the floor. It was a letter from his supposed 'mom'. He rolled his eyes as he bit the edge of it to rip it open. He held the paper close to his eyes, still laying on the ground. 

Hitoshi, happy birthday and I am very sorry. We need to talk.

 - mom