"Shit." I mumbled, wiping my bleeding face of on my sleeve. Getting up from the bed tiredly I walked towards the bathroom to properly see what was going on.
Turning on the white bathroom light I found a wound on my cheek, reaching my nose, that indeed was bleeding. It hurt, like someone hit me, maybe I hit myself in my sleep? Is that a thing?
Cleaning the wound with some water I found it was slightly bigger than I thought, and the bleeding didn't stop. Realising I didn't know where any plasters or bandages or whatever was I decided I had to involve an adult in this. How I wasn't looking forward to that.
Sighing I walked towards Aizawa's room, hoping to catch the blood that fell from my face with some paper.
I knocked on his door and waited patiently.
When the door opened, seemingly an eternity later, Aizawa woke up within a moment.
"You're bleeding." He spoke up and walked towards me, reaching towards the red paper in my hands.
"No shit." I rolled my eyes. "I couldn't find anything to treat it with." I explained before Aizawa sighed.
"I'll grab it, just go sit on the couch."
After the wound was treated Aizawa decided to ask for more explanation, "How'd you even get that wound, it's the middle of the night." Aizawa half complained.
I shrugged as I decided it probably happened before, "I had a nightmare, I probably just hurt myself."
Seeing Aizawa's frown I knew I probably had said something concerning. Was it the fact I had nightmares or that I injured myself? Or that I thought it was normal?
"You get nightmares?" Aizawa asked.
Sitting upright I looked away, knowing it was kinda depressing.
"My parents died in front of my eyes, my brother became an alcoholic... isn't that enough reason to have one or two bad dreams?" I asked, feeling as if it was quite obvious, but whatever.
"You've got a point." Aizawa nodded, "If you ever need to wake me up again... I suppose if it's not about something ridiculous, I won't get mad." He said carefully.
"Alright." I mumbled. It was strange that the sleep deprived hero just said that, like my well-being mattered.
But whatever.
I got up and headed back to my room, hoping to get a bit more sleep before school.
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FanfictionAbout the story: Y/N, that's you, is struggling with family... issues. In the end they are forced to live with a grumpy teacher, you can guess who that is. Despite everything that had happened, and the unfortunate fact that they failed the physical...
