7 the injuries, the hospital a genius and more

679 15 29
                                    


The fact that I forgot to name the last chapter too, and that it didn't work when I tried to name it afterwards is just me being completely stupid again. Sorry about that.

TW: Blood, injuries, mention of bullying, mention of suicide baiting

If I forgot anything, please tell me, and when you are sensitive to any of these topics, please tell me in the comments and don't read this chapter. I'm going to tell you what happens in this chapter if that is the case. 

I'm sorry if there are any medical inaccuracies. If you find any, please tell me. There Shouldn't be any, but I'm not sure. I could have missed something. Or my logik just doesn't make sense. But oh well.


Third Person POV/ same time and location

Inko and Shota were worried. Izuku immidiately ran upstairs after school, without even saying hello or looking at them. Inko was in the kitchen, starting to cook lunch and Shota sat in the living room together with Hizashi, Oboro and Nemuri. They didn't have work today

They all looked up when the door opened and Izuku walked inside, threw his shoes to the side, quickly put his jacket onto the hook next to the door and ran upstairs. Shota stood up, worried. That wasn't like Izuku. He would usually come to them and tell them about his day at school, before going upstairs to do his homework. So why didn't he do that today too? 

Shota frowned and stood up, signaling his friends to wait there. He walked into the kitchen, looking at Inko with a worried look. Inko looked just as worried as Shota, but she couldn't get away from the stove yet, so she silently asked her oldest son to look after Izuku. Shota nodded and went upstairs, still frowning. 

He stopped in front of the door, that had Izukus name on it and knocked. There was no response. So he knocked a second time. And this time, there was a quiet response from inside: „what?" Shota answered: „Can I come in? Please?" The answer was clear. „No!" But the underground hero was able to hear the pain in his voice. It wasn't emotional pain. Izuku was in literal, physical pain and you were able to hear that in his voice. SHota could never just leave his brother alone in that situation. So he kept asking for Izuku to allow him to come inside. „Izu? I just want to help. Please, can I come inside?" But the greenette just answered: „Go away, Shota!" That was unusual. Izuku usually never used SHotas full first name. He usually just said Sho. If Shota wasn't worried for his little brother before, then he surely was now. „Izu, if you don't let me in, then I'm just going to come inside without your permission." Shota didn't like to invade his brothers privacy- not, not at all. He liked his own privacy too and knew how trust breaking it was to just invade the privacy of a person, but he was really worried. Something was up with his little brother. Someone or something was hurting him. And he wouldn't just stand by the side  and watch Izuku crumble unde rthe weight of whatever was happening. It would have happened to Shota too, but his mother, his grandparents and Izuku were there for him. And now he wanted to be there for Izuku. When he didn't get an answer from inside the room, he announced: „I'm going to come inside now." He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He should have expected that. Izuku was a little bit too much like him, after all.

And he himself used to lock himself inside of his room too, not letting anyone inside. Inko had to call someone to forecully get him out of his room after 3 days, so he wouldn't hurt himself or get seriously sick. 

„hey, little bunny. Please open the door. I'm not going to pressure you into telling me what happened. I just want to make sure that you're okay." 

The underground hero heard shuffling from inside. Bed sheets were thrown on the ground and quiet footsteps approached the door. A key was being turned around in the lock of the door and  a second later the door opened a little bit. Shota heard Izuku stepping away from the door and walking back to his bed. He fully opendd the door carefully, not wanting to scare his little brother. 

A brothers heroWhere stories live. Discover now