A world that divides us mha/bnha

4③.

『maybe someday we can be two people meeting for the first time.』

Day thirty-nine

It was a strange new feeling that plagued the house. Ever since father had whisked Izuku away the day they met the hero. It had felt like torture not being able to see him. Father wouldn't tell them what was wrong. The two were left to their thoughts, which darkened by the day.

Then father in all his mercy allowed the two siblings to see Izuku. But it wasn't right there seems to be some kind of life lost. The house still felt empty. What's worse is that Izuku himself looks dead. Lying on a futon in a dark room. Unmoving. Pale. And with a face that was fare to accepting.

It took the two a long time to be able to convince themselves that Izuku was in fact breathing. Eri had several panic attacks and got incredibly dehydrated for the first day or two. And tomura found it hard to leave the boys side.

Then father decided to move Izuku from the dark prison feeling room, back to the shared bedroom. This allowed both siblings to be near Izuku at all time. It was a relief to see him in different light. He almost looked alive.

Their father said it was a great bonding experience, and it showed how much the siblings loved each other. Eri said it was scary, that she felt izuku's cold hands in her own tiny hands and prayed he'd live through the night. Tomura shuffled uncomfortably, placing a hand to the boys chest to check it still rises and fell, he noted how this wasn't his idea of family bonding.

Izuku kept this family together, he was what everyone depended on. He was what they needed, wether all for one knew it or not, he needed Izuku much more that Izuku ever needed him.

The two siblings had grown or regrown attached to Izuku now that father had freed him. Constantly keeping an eye on him. They searched for a sign that he'd wake up. Any thing from a twitch to a wince.

Eri was always next to him. She drew things for him and talked to him. She knew he'd wake up soon, father said he'd wake up soon, but soon wasn't coming fast enough her. She was scared and alone. Eri just wanted her big brother back. Wanted his wisdom and smiles. His hugs and his food. She'd take anything if it ment he'd wake up.

There were times when the siblings had to let Izuku free. Like when father had to take him to the doctors to get a drip. Or when father took him to get showered and cleaned. But he always came back. Father always brought him back.

Izukus body was laid down on the futon in the shared bedroom after one of said doctor appointments. He was like one of Eri's dolls. No limb control as he was lowered from fathers arms. He just stayed in any position until he was moved again.

He didn't look comfortable but he didn't look uncomfortable either. His face showed no change. Tho Eri would argue that his face was gaining more colour. And that his freckles were less noticeable. A sign he wasn't as pale. It was as if he was napping. His father sat patiently on the next futon across reading a book while Eri was sitting colouring on Izukus other side. She kept looking up periodically but never said anything. Their father had noticed this action but was waiting for the girl to make the first move. Eventually she had finished her drawing and placed her crayons down.

"Father? When will Izuku wake up? He's been asleep for a long time and I miss him." Eri says quietly finally looking up to the man. The father smiles sweetly running a hand through the white curls of the boy. They were just as soft and springy as he remembers. He made them a perfect recreation. In fact his son although being the original, was more of a recreation. With all the experiments and living tests done on him his personalities had split.

Luckily he'd caught the signs and dealt with the unwanted whispering voice in his precious dolls ear.  The only one allowed in his darling treasure's mind was him. He was the only one allowed to sway him. The only one allowed to convince him. The only one allowed to show him memories.