Izuku's Tangles

Hitoshi Wanted

"Oh my gosh!"

Izuku leaped back, keeping the guitar close to his chest. A body lay there in the middle of the ground, unconscious.

Everything went too fast for him to know what transpired. The next thing he knew was he was at the door, slamming the guitar he was using earlier into the head of the intruder. His body ended up moving on its own, running on pure adrenaline. He did what appeared to be the most effective way of getting rid of the stranger, hitting him with the closest object in hand.

It was the first time he had ever seen a stranger. Dad made sure to fend off anybody who came in the radius of the house. Even if they did, Dad would never tell Izuku. Izuku was always in the dark when it came to stuff like that. He had asked Dad a few times about it; he said it never happens. When Dad said he needed to be more cautious; were the times someone came close. It was always a few months after the events when Dad told him.

Dad's defences failed to work, currently. A stranger got inside the house and it was his fault. He thought it was Dad coming in, so that's why he opened the door. Seeing a stranger with purple hair behind the door made his mind go into panic mode.

After hitting the stranger with the guitar, he scampered away. The stranger flopped on top of the ground, almost falling on top of Izuku. If he did not jump back in time, the stranger would be touching him.

The thought alone made him shiver.

"Okay...calm down Izuku, you can do this," Izuku told himself, tightening his grasp on the guitar. The stranger looked more youthful, like his age, nothing close to his dad's age, much younger. He wondered why the stranger tried to break inside his house.

"Seriously! I question that? It's easy," Izuku said, flinching when the stranger shifted a tad. "Okay...quieter," in a whisper, Izuku continued. "He... he wants my powers...that's why he came in."

Glancing at the stranger's hair, Izuku wondered why a young person wanted his powers. His hair could make individuals younger, but the stranger is already young; why would he want to be younger?

His inner voice thought maybe the stranger was here for another motive; that the stranger did not want his hair.

"No!" Izuku exclaimed, stepping back on his hair. "He...he wants my powers. Dad says anyone could steal them...I cannot judge by age or appearance."

Izuku reflected on his hair. His dad will be here soon; he will get pissed if he sees the stranger.

Dad would probably think Izuku allowed the stranger in and wanted to be stolen. Well...he did technically let the stranger in. But that doesn't mean he wants to leave his dad!

Izuku loves his dad. His dad protects him from the horrific dangers of the outside and makes sure he never leaves. By doing so, Izuku is protected.

Dad makes him happy. He may not be at the house all the time, but he does make time out of his day to hang out with Izuku. Sure, most of the time Dad brushes his hair, but honestly, what could Izuku do?

Izuku loves healing his dad and he will do it until the day he dies.

But for right now, Izuku needs to focus on the task at hand.

Calculating out how to take care of the stranger.

Izuku looked around the foyer, "I need to hide him...If I throw him outside, Dad will see the body and ask me about it and that won't end well. Even if I wanted to, I can't leave the house because those are the rules. Hiding him inside the house is the only option. After I do, I need to tell dad."

He took a deep breath in, "I think my closet should be good, dad won't see or hear the stranger when he comes in. That will give me time to explain."

Looking down at the stranger, he threw one of his hands in the air. "Now or never." Izuku gently placed the guitar on the floor for the time being.