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-30- Broken Promise

[new] yet again I re-wrote this chapter, I hope its good!

Midoriya's POV:
"That's everything, from the beginning..." I finished, they were both staring in awe, I'm not sure if they actually understood what happened or they were just listening to what I was saying. They were both very open-minded people but this seemed to be too much for them. I took in a deep breath, waiting for the intruding questions when the moment was broken by a loud and mean banging on the door, the pounding continued while none of us got up. There was a few louder bands, as if someone was ramming the door, then, it fell of its hinges with a loud crack. The door falling to the ground with a massive thud that echoed through the house. Shoto was standing there, huffing, foot extended from kicking the door in and his signature gun in hand. He aimed at Asui all-the-while staring daggers at Uraraka.

"You have no right!" He shouted, eyes red and spit flying from his mouth. "No right to take whats mine!" He was barely himself, I could tell he wasn't thinking. His eyes were dead with rage, there was no Shoto there, only anger.

"We found him in nothing but underwear! He was malnourished and covered in blood and cuts!" Uraraka shouted back as if she wasn't being stared down by a psychotic-looking man holding a gun. I watched Shoto come back for a moment, the guilt flashing over his expression before the psychosis came back full-force as his walls rebuilt. He turned his hand taking his aim off of Asui and onto Uraraka as she stood from the table. I tilted to look behind him, there was no car, no one else... He ran after me? On foot? He was on one of the top floors how did he even get here that fast?... I looked back into Shoto's eyes, I knew the look he was giving Uraraka, the look of no remorse, I remembered it from seeing him in the car as Shigaraki took me. Without a moment for second-judgement I leapt in front of my friend knowing what was about to happen. There was a massive boom as the gun was shot. It was as if time slowed, I watched Shoto's face contort as he realized what he had done, I watched the bullet fly into my shoulder, I watched it all happen as if I wasn't me. As it hit me I felt the pain, the agonizing pain that flooded my body, then the warmth that started from my shoulder and filled my whole body. The warm quickly transformed into cold as fall turns to winter, I let out a cry the pain only doubling as I hit the floor. I heard two thuds, one behind me and one in front, Uraraka had fallen to her knees, shaken to the core. She must have been in shock, thought she was shot. The other, was Shoto, he had fallen to the ground as well, although he looked much more disturbed, a hand clawed through his hair, raking the strands and mixing the red and white. He began to babble like a madman.

"I-, I just-. I broke my promise... I'm so sorry Izuku... I- oh no. What did I do! I broke it! My promise! I promised you! Why, why am I so horrible!" He continued to shout crazily, still waving the gun around. He crawled to me, the sounds of metal hitting the floor as he used the hand with the gun while he dragged himself over. I heard Uraraka's shuttering breath behind me as she shuffled back. I felt myself being pulled into his lap as he pulled his overcoat off and pressed it into my shoulder, the blood being soaked into it. Uraraka's parents came rushing in the young girl hugged tight into the mothers chest, I could feel the panic sitting in.

"What is happening! Is that a gun!?!" Her father shouted out, "I'm calling the police!" The room got hot from the panic, hot breathes and fanning out onto me, it made me feel sticky.

"Stop." I spoke low, pain tightening my throat. "Everything is fine, I know Shoto will take care of me..." My voice was being whisked away, as my unconscious began to seize the light, I fought it off with all the strength I had left.

"Midoriya! Are you cra-" I cut her off, a cough escaped my throat before I spoke again.

"Shoto will take care of me." I state again, my eyes now meeting with his. He looked shaken, scared and guilty, angry yet worried. He looked- "You look like a mess, come on, I'm okay, you're okay." I spoke to him, as if the room disappeared, it was now the two of us, no one else, only him and I and me and him. he looked really beaten up, as if his mind was causing his body to destroy itself within the minute that has pasted. "Shoto." His eyes snapped to me, bi-coloured eyes staring into mine. "Call Kaminari, get him to bring a car." I spoke sternly.

"Okay, I'm sorry Izuk-" I stopped him again.

"Call." His hand dug into his pocket, pulling his phone out and punching in his driver's number, it rung a few times as he brought it to his ear. Kaminari picked up.

"Yo, whats happening? People are saying you ran off into the woods like a madman." I overheard through the phone. Shoto began to speak, his voice shaky, still in the hysteria of it all.

"Bring a car. Fast." He then hung up, stuffing his phone back onto his pocket. He leaned forward over me "We'll get you to a hospital, they'll fix you up, then we'll drop you off at home." My face contorted into disgust.

"What do you mean? You aren't taking me to a hospital, you'll be caught and arrested. You're wanted." He blinked slow, taking a deep shaky breath.

"That doesn't matter! I hurt you! You need to be away from me!" He shouted, my hand reached up and grabbed his check, he leaned into it even though I'm sure it's freezing cold.

"There has to be someone back at the house that can help. But I refuse to go to a hospital." I spoke slowly and calmly, I didn't need to cause more panic even if on the inside I was.

"No-" I shushed him, we went back and forth, between yeses and no's and shushes and 'waits'.

I heard Kaminari show up and pull into the driveway, I tugged Shoto's sleeve he lifted himself up, me in his arms, I winced as I was lifted into the air.

"Sorry for the damage..." Shoto trailed as he walked towards the scared elderly couple. "Here, for the door." He passed the two a wad of cash from his coat pocket. Leaving them stunned as he rushed me out of the door and to the pitch black car.

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