Shota - An MHA Story

Will It Ever Stop?

{Shota - Junior High 2nd Year}

I still lay on the floor with Watanabe-sensei trying to calm my body down. It's so painful. I don't understand. Why is this happening to me? Why am I screaming? What does it mean? When does it happen? All these questions keep running through my head but remain unanswered.

Why can't my questions be answered?

Watanabe-sensei tries to pick me up or make me sit properly, but my body immediately started thrashing all over the place. I leg swung at his face and I kicked him in the jaw. I couldn't even get myself to say that I was sorry.

Based on how I was moving, I couldn't see his face, but I think he's crying.

All of a sudden, I stopped and everything went black.

//-//

I reawakened on the couch. How come I always wake up here?

I looked around wondering if Watanabe-sensei was in the same place he was the first time.

Crap..my head is killing me! I said to myself, rubbing my head, trying to make it stop.
Watanabe-sensei was not where he was the first time.

I stood up, my legs trembled a bit and I almost fell, but I was able to make my way to the table.
There was a note.

If you've woken up and found this note, Shota, I have gone to the store. I am getting medicine for you and buying some good food. Stay safe!

-Watanabe

"Great. You left me alone to deal with these screams in my head!" I yelled sarcastically as if he could hear me. "Well, they stopped anyways..I should be okay for now.."

Hopefully. I added silently.

I decided I would just sit around waiting for Sensei to return.

I got bored of that in the first five minutes and changed to taking a nap.

//-//

I heard the door unlock a few minutes later. The moment I woke up, I realized nothing happened with my screams. I had no nightmares. That's odd.

Watanabe-sensei entered the house with a few bags in his hands while I just sat on the couch, only willing to help him unless he asked.

He dragged the bags inside and heaved them onto the table.

He turned to me with an energetic smile.

"Glad to see you're awake, Shota! How are you feeling?" He asked.

I pressed my fingers on my forehead hard.

"I have a headache and I feel like death." I mumbled, slouching, I walked over to him.
Watanabe-sensei placed his hand on my head and stroked my hair.

"Want some medicine?" He asked me.

I shrugged. I hated medicine, but I didn't want to say no. I don't want to say yes either, but if he hands it to me, I'll take it.

"Let me know when you want it then." He informed me. And started putting stuff in cabinets.

He's using his quirk. I told myself. I erased it, causing my hair to float again. It flew into my mouth. Ew. He turned to me with a smile.

"How did you know?" He asked.

"Well, for some reason I feel quilty for not asking for that stuff. That's your quirk's doing. I hate it. 'Guilt.' What kind of quirk is that!?" I asked him harshly.