Traumatized

Chapter 11

JIROU POV

I woke up early Saturday morning. I turned towards my night stand and grabbed my phone "8:30.... why the fuck did I wake up so early?" I turned over and buried my face back into my pillow. Yawning I closed my eyes. "It's the weekend I can sleep a little longer. It's not like I have anything planned for the day." As I started to drift back to sleep I felt like I was forgetting something. I shook it off and sunk deeper into my bed. "I wonder how Midoriya is feeling today?" I quickly sat up and shook my head. "I can't believe I forgot I told him to call when he got home." Getting out of bed I looked around my room. My desk had an open notebook on it. Walking over to it I looked at the blank page. I sighed as I looked at my guitar. "Why can't I still find any inspiration?" After getting changed into a tank top and some running shorts I made my way downstairs to find my mom in the kitchen.

"Good morning Kyoka you're up early." She didn't even turn around from what she was doing.

"Morning." I let out another yawn as I grabbed a drink from the fridge. "Yeah.. I guess I just couldn't sleep any longer."

"I'm sure it is." Her voice had a hint of smirk in it.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean." I sat on the couch next to the phone.

"Did you forget you're not the only one that hears everything?" She pointed to the jacks resting on her shoulders.

I sighed and threw my head on the back of the couch. "No I didn't... is it that obvious?"

My mother let out a soft chuckle. "Yes it is."

"How so?"

"Well first off it's the weekend and you're up before 11. Second you decided to stay downstairs instead of going right back to your room." She turned around to face me and gave me a smile. "Also I'm your mother so I just knew."

"Well looks like nothing gets past you."

She turned back towards whatever she was working on. "So I'm guessing you're waiting for him to call you again?"

I shot up as I felt my face start to get red. "What!? Where did that come from?"

She let out another small laugh. "Well why else would you be sitting in the same spot as you were last night."

"S.. so what if I am?"

"What exactly is that boy to you Kyoka? It's not like you to act like this."

I looked down. "I honestly don't know.." I grabbed my jacks and started fidgeting with them. "What is he to me?" I looked back to the kitchen to see my mom smiling at me. "What's that look for?"

"Oh nothing." She walked up to me and knelt in front of me taking my hands. "I know you're worried about him but don't stress ok. I'll be home today. I have quite a bit of prep work to do for tomorrow. Why don't you go up to your room and try to enjoy your day off. When he calls I'll let you know so you can talk to him alright." She stood back up and walked back into the kitchen.

"Alright... thanks mom." I stood up and made my way towards the stairs. I looked back towards the kitchen before I made my way up. "What are you prepping for?"

"Did you forget that tomorrow night is our family night."

"Oh right sorry guess it slipped my mind with everything going on the past couple days." I made my way up the stairs heading back to my room. "I wonder if he could come over tomorrow night?"

Back in my room I was playing guitar. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to everything that had happened the past couple days. Saying it was a whirlwind of emotions was an understatement. "Thursday I ran into him months after he ran out of the music store. We had a heart to heart as things seemed to be turning around. Friday he was going to go to the talent night and hang out with us." I don't know why but it felt as if my heart skipped a beat at the thought of us hanging out. "I mean it's not like it was a date and besides he was only going to be polite..." I tightened my grip around the neck of my guitar. "If.. if he had just said no he would have never ended up in the hospital. He wouldn't have burns on his chest. I... I would have never seen those damn scars on his arm."  I set down my guitar and made my way to my desk. I picked up my pen and stared at the empty notebook. "How could I not see it before? His faded eyes. The forced smile. His stuttering." I looked up to the top of my desk and saw a cup filled with purple and black striped rubber bands. "I gave him one... even if I didn't mean to, I caused some of his pain." I set my pen down and buried my face into my hands. I could feel hot tears fall onto the palms of my hands. "No! I don't regret giving him one. I'll do it again gladly. I don't care if it doesn't help that much. But it's better than the alternative." Once again I felt my heart drop. "What is the alternative? I can assume he is or atleast has been cutting himself. But Is that the whole story? I don't know anything about him other than he likes music and he suffers from some form of depression." I raised my head and wiped away the last of my tears. "None of that matters now I'll be there for him. I know I can't force my way in but I'll be damned if I don't stand by the door and wait for my chance to help." I stood up and made my way back to my bed before falling face first into my pillows. "Midoriya.... what are you to me?" With that last thought I found myself drifting off into sleep.