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The Prequel to: Where Words don't Describe It

    "Damn, i feel like death screwed over," Denki groaned when he woke up with a headache. He rubbed at his eyes to clear his vision and sighed with each pound in his head. Slowly making his way down the stairs, tripping a few times, he made it down to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen Denki dragged his feet along the tile floors and made his way to the cupboards. Next he started digging around, in those dirt brown cupboards, in search of some All Might cereal; he was sure that Midoriya wasn't going to mind anyways. With a clunk and a plank from the bowl and spoon hitting the countertops of the UA dorm kitchen table, then pouring the sugary cereal into the glass bowl and pouring milk in. Slow crunching resounded around the empty room; and then he went to take another bite but suddenly a swirling in his stomach stopped him in his tracks.

A putrid tasting acid made its way up his throat. He slapped his hand over his mouth and ran back up those stairs, accidentally alerting those who were just waking up, with the padding of his feet against the stairs. Slamming his way into the boys dormitory restroom, he threw open one of the stalls and lowered his head down into one of the white porcelain bowls.

The contents of his stomach made their way up his esophagus and into the toilet. When he was finally done throwing up he was startled; noticing the blood mixed in with the horrible mixture in the bottom of the bowl. "Nani?!" He cried out as he saw the red swirled in with the puke. He coughed a couple times in disturbance but went pale once again. Not with sick or illness but shock and horror as he started down at his hand. Red blood smeared across his pale freckles skin and he nearly screamed.

Rushing over to the sinks and scrubbing harshly at his hand, he took soap after soap after rinse, until finally he was content enough with the results. His hand was no longer stained with the red sticky blood, but he knew that something was wrong if he was coughing it up in the first place. He felt congested and it was horrible trying to breathe, and that headache has still not gone away. He didn't want anyone to worry so he headed slowly out of the boys restroom trying to make sure not to bring any attention to himself.

Rushing to his dorm as discreetly as possible, he got dressed with his phone and a small bag. A simple blue t-shirt, some old dark jeans, a pair of walking boots, a blue choker, a white hoodie around his waist, and his phone in his pocket, he stumbled his way back down the stairs and tossed his now soggy cereal into the sink before placing the bowl in the dishwasher. Just because he was in a hurry and possible sick didn't mean he couldn't still make sure that the kitchen was nice for everyone else.

A pair of footsteps brought his attention to the staircase he had just come down. A tired Tokoyami followed by a still sleepy Mina Ashidou both made their way down the stairs. Danky rushed out hoping that they did not see him; and luckily the pair did not. With a swish the door opened and closed enough for him to run through. It was early enough in the morning that him being gone would be barely noticed, which was what he wanted in the first place.

Denki walked the not as far as he thought distance to a nearby hospital, it was right in the middle of the Shizuoka prefecture in Japan, near many hero agencies, schools, a large popular mall, and the nearest Subway station in Mustufastu Japan. He walked right through those large sliding doors and up the elevator, to a section directly for emergencies, not necessarily for life or death emergencies, but for those that don't have time to make an appointment.

Instead the elevator took him to the fifth floor. The whirring of those heavy doors opening echoed in his ears as he tried to make his way to the front desk. Tried that is. He messed up in his footing when his headache became nearly unbearable, and very nearly fainted. A woman who had been checking her watch just before had seen him and stood up to catch him; calling over her son who was about 10 ti help her with the teenager.