Recovery: Our journey

III

Y/N stared at the student in front of him, blood was staining the floor as the injured boy was moved onto a more comfortable surface. Crouching down he started checking where all the wounds were before disinfecting them. The wound on his head seemed to have been the worse compared to the light cuts and bruises the boy had. A cold glint shone through Y/N's eyes as he finished disinfecting the wounds, he removed his gloves lightly placing the hand onto of the wound letting the pink glow bask the wound. The slight jitters flicked blood a short distance from the wound though it could just be cleaned again a bit later. Whispers broke out around him as two of the students started arguing. "I told you to not hit him the damn bat!" "He said he could take it!" "He's not a fucking wall or Kiri!" "I trusted him man!" "DENKI!" The hushed whispers played throughout his mind as he slowly healed the wounds getting more and more irritated by the second. "Once your friend is healed we will be moving him to the couch so please layer it with a few blankets and if possible make more space on it." Y/N paused before talking again looking straight at the yellow haired teen and his two friends, "Get rid of that fucking bat." The boy flinched running up the stairs before returning a few moments later with the bat in hand and handing it to a blue? Black haired boy who did quick robotic movements out the door, assumably to throw the bat out somewhere the braincell less idiots here can't find it.

"We've finished with the couch..." Came a hesitant voice as the blue or black or whatever haired boy returned to the building, nodding Y/N picked up the boy walking over to one of the four seaters and lightly placing the boy down tucking a light and think blanket over him to avoid irritating the other wounds. Having already gotten to cleaning the blood one of the students came over apologising for the ruckus only succeeding in angering Y/N more. Throwing a quick it's fine at the student, he walked over to the door pausing to glare at the three idiots before opening the door and marching out, a foul mood hanging over him. He had to return to the infirmary and wait till 7pm before he could lock up and return to his warm comforting home...

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The clacking of a half-broken clock sung its tune throughout the room Y/N was sitting in. Y/N laid curled up on one of the hospital beds, his body was shaking with soft pleads leaving his lips. Suddenly with the high pitch yelling of the clock Y/N sat up breathing heavily while staring ahead into the unknown eyes unfocused shinning with a thin layer of misty water. A Soft gasp left him as he got up hurriedly heading to one of the nearby drawers. Mid way to the drawer his movements slowed till he was in a stand still. His shaking body stood in the middle of the centre walkway, his eyes having unfocused again. He didn't want to remember anything. News titles played symphonies in his head as he slowly almost as if in pain walk to the drawer, grasping the bundle of keys. Fumbling around with them for a bit he sighed grasping a small panda shaped key before heading to the door, steps painfully slow. Once out the door he locked the infirmary and started wandering to the exit arms tightly clamped around himself hiding from the cold wind. With every stop his mind started wandering, first he'd snap himself out of it but soon he was nothing but moving muscles and nerves consciousness nowhere in sight.

BREAKING NEWS: PRO HERO IVY GONE MISSING

BREAKING NEWS: PRO HERO IVY DECLARING THEIR RETIRMENT! WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE FITH RANKED HERO SPOT?!

BREAKING NEWS: PRO HERO IVY'S DEATH CONFIRMED?!

BREAKING NEWS: ALL MIGHT PAYS RESPECTS AT PRO HERO IVY'S FUNERAL!

The mocking titles vibrated through his mind as he slowly approached the school gate, mumbling to himself as he slowly passed the guards. Y/N's face was death pale eyes unfocused with a dishevelled nest of hair, he looked as if he'd become a ghost summoning the guards to their deathbed. Slowly they backed away watching the soulless teacher pass them frowning at his mumbling laughter.

'I don't want to remember their faces....'

Y/N doesn't want to remember, he doesn't need to remember. So why? Why do these pestering thoughts plaster themselves around him, why can he still see their faces?! The fear-streaked faces of the civilians he rescued; the looks of horror other pro heroes gave him. "I can change.... I-I've changed..." His father's voice played out amongst the mumbles, "how useless can you be?" The look of disappointment from every mistake imprinted itself on his skin, his mothers taunting voice playing right after, "a disgusting rat like wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for us, be grateful for mommy okay" Her honey dipped words sent shivers of disgust throughout his body almost causing him to fall over. "Y/N?" 'Shut up...' "Y/N?!" 'What the fuck do you want now' "Y/N!" His grandmothers concerned voice spiralled through his mind. He blinked a few times meeting his grandmother concerned eyes. He didn't know when he got home but here he was, a small cottage styled house with (F/C) walls and small potted plants rippling across the outer walls. "Oh sweetheart... Let's get you inside." Mumbled his grandmother wiping the tear streaks from his face causing more tears to stream out. 'Home', a small smile graced his lips as he leaned his cheek father into his grandmother's hand.

 'This is home...' 

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A/N 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! We got to reveal some of your pass (Which has a lot of changes from the previous book)  With a whooping 1015 words! (Author note not included)

The time has been changed to you only coming to work after the USJ accident but before the summer camp. - just a btw

I hope you enjoyed!

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