A Bloodless, Broken Family

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[ '𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞' 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ]

self-harm

"Hey, have you been around, Izu?" Ji-U asks casually one Thursday morning. It's been a little less than a month since Izuku's joined their little group of three turned four, and he's fitting in well. Eliseo's taken a special interest in him, according to Ripley. Ji-U wouldn't know. She isn't too good with interpreting emotions and the like, not unless they're explicitly told to her.

People still harass Izuku, though it's more bark no bite after Izuku did hospitalise someone 'on accident'.

Ji-U's just happy he listened to her advice.

Kaiden's also been less stalkerish and insistent after said hospitalisation, most likely (rightfully) fearing Izuku would retaliate on Eliseo's behalf if he kept antagonising them. If Ji-U wasn't already glad for Izuku, she sure as hell is now that the prick on two legs is minding his fucking shit. His obsession with Eliseo is disturbing.

"Hm?"

Izuku is drawing on Eliseo's hand, not anything particularly amazing—but he's pretty good, all things considered. Apparently, he spent a good portion of his life practising and studying anatomical structure and measurement, a feat that translated into his art. Currently, he's drawing finger bones over Eliseo's fingers per the latter's request.

"Like, to the local hangouts. Have you checked them out?"

They hadn't really met up, as a group, outside of Evergreen and a local park by the school.

"Oh." He stops his handy work to look at Ji-U. The bruises he'd been adorning are almost entirely faded, thankfully. Still, he wears bandages from his shoulders to his elbow and tries to use his hair to hide most of his facial scarring. "Not really. I've seen a few places where people our age hang out on my way to my second job, but they're usually on their way out since my shift is pretty late, and I don't care enough to linger."