The Flap of a Butterfly's Wings

My Body is a Painted Canvas

    When the police had told him that he would have to go to the hospital first, Izuku threatened them. He didn't need a hospital, he needed his mom. He needed his family.

    Izuku's empty threat was taken seriously by the police and they escorted him into Detective Tsuchauschi's car with Aizawa next to him. The time traveler's eyes were burning with exhaustion, but he refused to close them for anymore than a second. He was terrified that this was all a dream and as soon as he closed his eyes, he would wake up back in the cell that was supposed to be his home for two years.

    The ride was silent. Izuku took that time to observe his surroundings; the outside, the car, how Aizawa and Naomasa kept exchanging worried glances.

    Soon enough, the silence became claustrophobic. "What's happening to them?" Izuku let out a sigh when confused looks crossed both of their faces. "The other prisoners. What's going to happen to them?"

    "They're going to get checked up to make sure they're okay and will be given mandatory therapy- that includes you, and then they will be sent back to their loved ones." Aizawa explained, his voice younger than he remembered it to be.

    "What if they don't have anywhere else to turn to? The only two people I formed any connections with had no one before they were kidnapped."

    Anxiety crept up in his stomach when they started to enter neighborhoods. What would Kacchan and his mother think when they see him? He's a stranger now.

    "We're still trying to figure that one out. Don't worry, though. We'll make sure they get some place safe." The detective's voice was as soothing as it had always been. The underlying stress from hours of constant work is still there.

    "Two? Who was the other one?" Aizawa asked. Izuku gripped his ribbon for comfort.

    "We didn't go by real names in the arena. It doesn't matter anyways. She's dead." The silence that fills the stiff car is worse than before, and Izuku hates it. Hates every part of it. His eyes caught onto a familiar house, but it wasn't the house he was expecting to see. It wasn't his house, but the Bakugou's. "My mom." He tries his best to ignore the way the two adults stiffen in their seats, but all it does is threaten to choke him with dread. "How is she?" Izuku can distinctly see Kacchan next to his parents, jumping on both of his feet. The blonde doesn't seem to see them quite yet.

    Aizawa sucks in a breath and Izuku clenches his arm tighter. They grow closer to the house and the greenette can see how his best friend's eyes light up. It's refreshing to see such a young face, but Katsuki still looks older. Taller and smarter, his eyes blocked by something he can't quite distinguish.

    "Your mom's dead." Shouta spits out.

    In that second, Izuku goes numb with the overwhelming need to get out. He doesn't think he's in shock. No, he's too used to death to be in shock. He has to be used to it-

    But it's his mother. His mother is DEAD.

    DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD-

    He was holding her by the neck, Her face red as she claws at his gigantic hand. All he could do is stand and gaze and glare at him. Frozen, paraliyzed, completely unable to move.

    He was useless. All he could do was wait for someone to save them. To save her. He had to withhold his hope and trust that someone would help them escape this awful scenario.

    "I really did love her, you know? But now she's just a useless pawn." He face crinkles where his eyes used to be. An invisible, bone-chilling smile.