Two weeks passed quickly, Inko only came home while Izuku was at school and was back to work before he got home. He appreciated how much work she put in to keep them both fed and with a roof over their heads. But he missed getting to eat dinners with her.
The bruises showing on his face had gone from deep purples and blues to bright yellows and sickly browns. His ribs still twinged if he wasn't careful when moving but even that was dulled from what it was. And lucky for him Kachan seemed satisfied with the still visible marks and didn't feel the need to go off on him too much when he once again came back to school. Though his good mood might be more from feeling better after another week and a half of rest.
Izuku is retroactively glad Mirokuma sensei called the paramedics and made them treat his lungs on the night of the sludge villain incident. One of his late night internet dives had landed him on a medical site looking up pulmonary oedema.
Yeah no thanks. No wonder Bakugo had been extra bitchy when he had come to school still sick.
Mei-chan had soon distracted him from that line of research though. With her help he had managed to not only fix his hearing aids when they got broken by a stray explosion last Friday, but he had also drawn up plans for new and improved hearing aids of his own design. A far cry from just the upgrade he wanted to make at first. He was planning on going to the shop this Saturday to talk to her and her mom about what extra parts he might need and if they could source completely new casings for his new tech.
Shinso had also become a constant in his nighttime routine. He never seemed to sleep so Izuku was constantly texting memes back and forth with him while also scribbling in his notebook or researching or studying. Whatever his strict 10 month schedule required from him that night.
He had also managed to meet up with the purple haired teen two more times at the little Cafe. Apparently the insomniac couldn't say no when you offered to pay for his coffee, though he did seem a bit uncomfortable with not paying for himself. But Izuku still had plenty of money saved back from selling off his Mighty Merch and he just had a feeling that Shinso didn't have a lot of spare cash.
Besides, he had to show the other boy how much he appreciated having him as a friend somehow.
Even though he knew the friendship would end as soon as quirks are brought up.
Weird that neither of his friends have asked yet.
Just a matter of time.
He was going to enjoy this while it lasted. He could probably ride this high until the end of high-school if he only thought about the last two weeks when he is at his lowest. Plus Mei-chan has taught him so much and he wanted to learn as much as he could from her before she left.
To distract himself from thoughts of the future he zeroed in on the blueprint he was drawing up. He had finally figured out the code he would need to write for his design so now he could see how the parts could all come together. Maybe he would skip sleep completely tonight to get a head start on that code.
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A Silent Kind of Strength
FanfictionIzuku Midoria. Deaf. Quirkless. Tired. And done with Kachan's shit. It's been almost a year since he lost the majority of his hearing. And he's doing his best to learn to cope with being disabled on top of being quirkless. It would be easier if his...