The Flap of a Butterfly's Wings

Savior Complex

Izuku wakes up at four in the morning fully awake and buzzing with energy. He gets out of his rock-hard bed and takes a shower in which the only setting is cold. He tries not to think about all the scars he's accumulated over the years. Izuku stopped bothering to keep count after he got out of the Arena, not sure why it was ever important. A deep hollow feeling swarms his chest, like there's a big gaping hole there, when his eyes catch on the angry red lines cascading against his hips. Silver scars surround the healing cuts- some long and silver, others thick and darker. The last ones were made a few days ago when he had an especially bad nightmare about Eri.

Izuku had just broken the hold the LOV had on him, and was no longer being controlled by them. He went to the first person he saw, which was Eri.

She was quiet, her eyes hollow as she laid on her knees staring at Aizawa's dead body. The life that Izuku took when he was being controlled. Aizawa couldn't bring himself to hurt Izuku, but how Izuku wished he had.

Izuku stared down at them in horror, bile burning the back of his throat. He walked towards Eri slowly and reached a hand towards her.

When she turned to look at him, it was as if she had stabbed him. Eri looked terrified. Terrified of him.

"Why? Why did you do this?" The worst part of the question was that it held no hatred in it. Instead, it was void of trust and full of sorrow no child should ever have to feel.

Izuku chokes back on a sob, "Eri-Chan. I didn't-"

Tears had finally started falling from Eri's eyes. Izuku has never seen her this devastated before.

"My papa. He's gone."

And then she was, too.

Izuku gets dressed in a black sweatshirt, gray pants, and then puts on his surgical mask before he hears a knock at the door. He looks at the digital clock on his nightstand to see that it's only four-thirty. He didn't think anyone else would be awake.

"Who is it?" He asks, voice raspy from not using it since last night.

"Irinaka, you turd," Answers a squeaky voice- the same voice that answered the gate yesterday, "I have your breakfast."

Izuku slowly opens the door, only letting enough space to see who this "Irinaka" was.  It takes a moment for Izuku's mind to place his familiarity, and then he realizes that this was the person who controlled the walls at the beginning of the raid. What was his quirk called again? Izuku remembers it sounding like the word "mimic" before fully remembering that Irinaka's quirk is called Mimicry.

Izuku opens up the door wider. Irinaka is short, wearing a black bodysuit with a white mask. He's holding a bowl with what looks like to be porridge and a soft egg on top. He tentatively takes it, remembering to act like a child with no clue as to what they're supposed to do.

Izuku sniffs it using his quirk and doesn't smell anything off with it. It just smells like it looks like- porridge. Probably extremely bland porridge.

"You're a night guard, but that doesn't mean you don't have chores to do. Beginning at six, you'll be training with Tengai until nine. Then you'll meet with Chisaki."

"Why?" Izuku asks, not liking the idea of having to come into contact with Kai again so soon.

"You'll know once you get there."

With that, he leaves. Leaving Izuku alone with his plain, boring porridge.

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Izuku finishes his breakfast (not as bad as it looked) with half an hour to kill before training, so he roams. He checks the hallways for cameras and finds about a dozen, but easily avoidable through blind spots. He increases his hearing in an attempt to hear anything that would indicate Eri was near, and is about to stop when he hears whimpering.