It's Never An Accident (bkdk) VOL 1

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Izuku, November 20th, 3 pm

"Go inside, kid."

We arrived at my house technically a minute or two ago, but I was terrified to even walk in. I wish I would have brought Todoroki or Kacchan with me.

"Midoriya," He says. My head slowly turns to face him before I sink farther into the seat. "Go inside. I know it's hard, but you need to get your stuff."

I look over at the door handle. I swear it looked dirtier than when I first got into his car. I reach for it before opening the door and walking up to my house.

I walk in. I immediately feel a wave of sadness overcome me. "...Fuck," I whisper while biting my bottom lip. I wanted to shove everything that was on the tables off. I felt uncontrollable of myself besides from the tears that my bottom lip was helping to stop.

I walk quickly to my room and stare at it. Everything was where I last left it on Saturday Morning.

It was depressing to look at so I instantly grabbed a bag, unable to look any longer. I open my dressed and put any tshirts I still liked into the bag, along with a few pairs of pants and basketball shorts, boxers, my book, then lastly my phone charger and computer.

I zip the bag and walk out. I didn't care if I left anything behind. Walking down the hallway, I pass my mom's bedroom.

Hesitation to open the door almost overtook me until I swung it open. I looked at the unmade bed. Her makeup across the dresser that she never put away. The towel she had her hair wrapped in before using that blow-dryer to dry it.

I stand there, motionless. I couldn't move it where she had left it so I walked out of her room and out of the house.

Mr. Aizawa was just looking at me with a small reassuring smile while I opened the car door. "Everything's gonna be fine, just don't overthink things." His smile slowly faded as I glared at him with a nod.

He pulled out of the driveway, I rested my chin in my hand whist staring at the house with memories flooding through my head.

It hurt like hell, it really did.

"How about you take that test next week?" He asks. "It'll lift some stress off of you for the time being."

There was silence as he waited for a reply to come from me. I sigh and slouch against the seat, "That's probably a good idea, thanks Mr. Aizawa."

"Call me Shota, okay?"

"Oh, okay."

***

As we pull up to his house I couldn't help but grin to myself a little bit. It was a nice small home, just like mine. We walk inside the house and are immediately greeted by this familiar face holding a small kitten.

"Hi dad," He says with a grin plastered on his face. "Your cat shit on the carpet again, just letting you know..." He smiles before chuckling softly at Shota.

He looks over at me, "Oh, Izuku Midoriya, right? If you don't remember me, I'm Shinso from the sports festival."

Oh, him. I remember now.

"Hitoshi will take you to your room," Shota pats me on the back before me and Shinso walk down the hallway. He opens a door and turns around to look at me before talking again.

"I'm sorry about your mom, dude..."

"It's fine, it was an accident," I say before setting my backpack down in my new room. A cat comes and brushes against my pant leg. Shinso smiles at this sight.