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Chapter 4

Bakugo's P.O.V

After volunteering to help four-eyes, Recovery Girl writes down his specifications for me, so I can have them on hand. She explains that he'll be on a slow continuous feed until his weight comes up a little, then we can raise the rate, and lower the time, and he can start eating real food again. She gives me a slew of meds that have to go into his feeding tube, shit for his heart, vitamins, shit like that. I walk back over to him and see just how exhausted and pale he is.

"Hey, Four-eyes." He looks up at me, his normally bright eyes are pretty dull, and he still has that far-off look. "I'm going home for tonight, tomorrow you and I move into the dorms early, Teach already got the Old Hag's permission for it over a week ago." He nods, showing his understanding. "Hey, the class is going to be wondering what the fuck happened this morning. I need something to tell them, but I won't tell them anything you don't want me to. It's not my fuckin place to tell the truth here." He looks down, it's like he's ashamed.

"Just.. tell them I've been stressed, and not taking care of myself and it caught up to me. Tell them I'll be fine, I don't want them knowing about my parents yet." He sighs, it's a heavy sigh, like he has the weight of the world on his broad shoulders.

"And the bruise on your face?" I scoff, it's like he forgot about the severe injuries covering his entire body.

"Oh, right, forgot about that.. training accident I guess. I was using Recipro and lost control, ran into a tree, that'll explain the scratches too." I sigh, of course he'd come up with a perfect explanation that nobody would question. How long had he been lying to us? How long had he been going through this?

"Sounds good, but you know you'll have to tell them at some point, right?" My tone subconsciously softens, I may be a dick, but I don't want to scare him. He's been through enough. He just nods. "Well, I'm going home." I hand him a piece of paper with my number on it. "This is my number. If something serious happens and Recovery Girl isn't around, call me. It don't take long to get here from my house." He gives a very small smile as he takes the paper.

"Thank you, Bakugo." I just scoff at him and wave as I walk out the door.

Once home I see the worried faces of my parents.

"Katsuki, where have you been? We've been worried sick, mister!" Of course the hag is scolding me.

"Long story, my class rep was hurt bad. He's gonna be out of commission for a bit, and Recovery Girl needed my help with him. He needs a lot of care, so tomorrow he and I are moving into the new dorms early. Fucker has a feeding tube and everything." My parents gape at me, a look of pure shock on both of their faces.

"And you're... willingly doing this?" My old man asks, looking like he'll  catch flies.

"Duh, I'm the nurse's assistant, so I'd have to train whatever dumbass did it anyway, and that's a pain in the ass. Might as well do it my fuckin self so I know it's done right and some dumbass won't kill him." I start towards my room, with the hag close on my heels.

"That's such a nice thing to do, Katsuki. I'm proud of you." I turn and she's smiling at me. I just scoff.

"Whatever, I'm trying."

"I know you are, honey. I know." I had been in therapy for a couple months to work on my anger issues and all that bullshit, this is part of it. Helping others without violence, without my quirk.

Iida P.O.V

I feel bad, knowing that Recovery Girl has to stay here tonight to monitor me. I feel bad, knowing that Bakugo has to get up early and move into the dorms for me. I feel bad, knowing that my class is worried about me. I can't sleep, I've tried, Recovery Girl has scolded me for it, telling me I need to rest so my body can heal. I sigh to myself, looking out the window at the moon and clouds.

Maybe I just shouldn't be here. Wouldn't it be easier for everyone? Nobody would have to worry about me anymore.

I want to shake off the thought, tell myself that the feeling will pass, but I don't have the strength. I stayed alive because my class needed me, now they can't rely on me. Have I become unreliable? I sigh again, lying on my back and closing my eyes.

"You have an appointment today, Tenya." My father leans on my door frame, and a feeling of dread over takes me. I'm ten years old, still quite small, short for my age.

"I don't want to, Father. It hurts." I look up at him, hoping some humanity may be left in him. He just scoffs.

"I don't recall asking what you wanted. I just said you have an appointment." He turns and walks away when there's a knock on the door. I'm shaking, knowing it's a regular, knowing I won't be walking well in the morning, and I might hurt my jaw again. The large man walks up to my room, I can hear his thunderous footsteps. I want to hide, I want to run, but I'm frozen in place, knowing that the police will bring me right back when they find me, and it'll be ten times worse on me.

He shuts and locks the door, I'm still frozen in my desk chair. I was hoping it wasn't him. Hisoka is the only name I know him by, he makes me call him 'master' when it's an appointment, though. I know what he does to me is wrong. Teacher said that only grown ups do this kind of thing, and that it's wrong for a grown up to do it to a kid like me. My thoughts race, the urge to fight back growing as he gets closer. He's grotesque. Short and about as wide as he is tall, but he's much larger than me, stronger too.

"Come here, Ten, Master's missed you."

I wake in a cold sweat, someone's shaking my shoulder roughly and saying my name, I can't tell who, though. I can't tell where I am. I know I'm in pain. I can tell my arm and back are bleeding, and my throat feels weird.

"Iida! Iida! Wake up, it's Bakugo. Come on four-eyes, snap out of it!"