Akio

Chapter 8 - Abused

Recap

"She will be fine, Shouta," Recovery Girl's voice reaches his ears. His staggered breathing starts to slow down as he realizes it. He walks closer to the vigilante sleeping on the bed and sits down in the chair next to her. The long messy black-green hair, the small hands, everything about her seemed to make him feel better when he started to remember the encounters he's had with her.

Grabbing the small hand in his, he breaths out, "Get better soon..."

A day passed by and Power Loader tried to get her mask off, but to no avail, he could not figure out how. The little vigilante, still sleeping, kept sleeping. Three days went by before she woke up.

Akio could smell a medicinic smell. A medicinic smell? (I know that medicinic is not a word but I thought it would work so bleh) Her eyes opened up, wide. She sat up quickly feeling pain shoot throughout her body. Wincing, her breathing starts getting faster. She looks around to be in some kind of room. Coming to a realization, she was in a hospital.

Nobody else is in the room, Akio's hand reaches up to her face, feeling that her mask is still on. Though looking down, she was clearly found out. Wearing a hospital gown with bandages everywhere.

Another factor crosses her mind. Inko. No Madam Inko. That is what she was called. She hadn't been home in who knows how long. How mad was Madam Inko going to be? Izumi looks up and gets out of bed. Falling down to the floor, her legs having barely any strength in them.

She tries to get back up and manages to do so. Izumi walks over to the door, as quietly as possible she opens the door just enough to peek out. Nurses and visitors were walking down the hallway and into different rooms. Izumi decides that going out with her mask on would not be a great idea.

Closing the door, she walks over to the window and opens it. Wind blowing in her face and her hair going everywhere she sticks her head out. Looking down, Izumi is on the third floor. Not that bad, Izumi thought as she looked out. The city was buzzing with life. A feel of sadness goes through her, but quickly vanishes when she hears the door open.

Izumi whips her head around to look. Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi stand at the door, making eye contact with her. Izumi spins around and doesn't think much before jumping out the window. Green hair flying everywhere, she prepares for a hard landing to only be caught in something.

Izumi opens her eyes to find that the hero's capture weapon is wrapped around her. The said hero slowly pulls her back up.

A few minutes later, the two adults stand in front of the vigilante that is sitting on the bed with the capture weapon still wrapped around her. She refused to look at them. The hobo hero could only sigh. Three days had gone by and the kid hadn't woken up, but decided it was a great idea to wake up when she was alone for the first time.

Aizawa looked at her, she was so small, malnourished. She had so many scars. He couldn't help but worry. "Would you mind looking at us for a second?" the detective asked the frail girl.

After a minute she finally looked at the two in front of her. They didn't look intimidating, which is weird since she is a wanted criminal technically. She stared directly into Eraser's eyes with no fear, nor regret in hers.

"Could you take your mask off? We need to look at the wound you got on your head from the fight," Eraserhead said to the vigilante. For a second she looked stunned. That was not the first thing you asked a captured criminal, at least that was what Izumi thought.

She shook her head no. "I need to leave," came out of her extremely hoarse voice.

The detective's eyes narrowed, "you have no reason for leaving." Tsukauchi looked at her. The vigilante looked almost like she needed to hurry, like she missed something.

Izumi looked down. They wouldn't understand. "I-" she started but couldn't continue as she started coughing. Her throat was so dry. Looking back up, the hero had brought over a glass of water. It looked so good, but she didn't want to take her mask off.

Izumi couldn't help but smile, "I'm kinda stu-" was all she got out and started coughing again. Aizawa, understanding, unwrapped her and she quickly grabbed the glass rather than trying to run away.

Izumi looked at the water, it looked so, so, SO good. Taking her mask off was not an option though, so she did the next best thing. She took off the bottom half of her mask. It stopped right under her nose, the blood had dripped so far down that the parts of face that could be seen were covered with it.

Izumi gulped down the glass of water quickly, feeling the soothing, refreshing feeling from the cold liquid. She looked back up at the two in front of her. Eraser was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his capture weapon and Tsukauchi was at the foot of the bed.

She grabbed what courage she could muster and answered the detective's question from earlier," I've been gone for who knows how long, I'll be in a lot of trouble when I get back."

Tsukauchi had his quirk activated, she never lied. A cold sweat ran down his spine. From the scars and being in trouble for being gone, brought the likelihood of her being abused higher in the spectrum. "Are you being abused at home?" Tsukauchi asked straight up.

The young child in front of him froze up. That gave all the signs the two adults needed. It was confirmed. This kid was being abused.

Izumi couldn't think at that point, the only thought that ran through her mind was that she was in so much trouble.

Thanks for reading! This one was kinda short, I apologize. With school, band and work I have had little time to myself. I finally managed to get this done and decided that I would put it out. I'll keep trying my hardest to get more chapters out. I hope you enjoyed and see you in the next chapter little sweets!

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虐待 - abused