Wrong (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

16.

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"Grams, Gramps, I'm home."

You walk in the door sighing, dragging your feet behind you. You throw your bag to the side of the couch, at the same time as you take off your shoes, placing them in the rack by the door. You don't hear a response from either one of your grandparents so you assume they are just out getting groceries or they're in the house sleeping. You practically drag yourself up the stairs, cursing yourself at how tired you feel. Before you head to your room, you go ahead and peak inside your grandparents shared bedroom. You don't spot them anywhere and their bed is made neat while the window lightly blows the curtains. You don't bother checking in on your father, not wanting to talk to him or get scolded for something for no reason, if he was even home. Your energy levels are depleted as hell and once your door opens and you enter, right after closing the door, you throw yourself on the bed. You knew you weren't gonna stay there long, making it now a force of habit, which was changing out of your clothes immediately as you get home and putting on pjs. You picked out the pjs you decided to wear, headed to your bathroom and took a shower. Sliding off your uniform, you glared at the bandages. You barely had energy to shower, planning on just taking off the shower head and sitting down bathing yourself, but you also had to change your bandages? Alas, you had no other choice because you didn't want it to get infected. Dipping your hand in the pouring water, you made sure it didn't steam too much, before getting in. The heat and cold made little difference to you since it didn't exactly hurt when it was boiling, but you definitely wanted to avoid getting a burn. Your eyes felt heavy as you scrubbed shampoo and conditioner in your hair, ridding any knots you could find as well. Your damaged legs bled slightly in the water, as the dried blood washed away.

Picking up the hydrogen peroxide, you poured it straight onto the bloody shins, not once wincing when the bubbles erupted from it. It didn't effect you, but sometimes, you honestly tried to remember what physical pain felt like. Anytime you got hurt, you either never noticed, or you felt slight pressure on a part of your body, that is, only if it was big enough. Your skin just felt like skin. Pinching yourself didn't hurt, needles didn't feel like anything, bandaids being ripped off didn't have you tear up, broken bones didn't bother you, nothing. The water slid down your body, washing away any dirt or soap that still was placed on your body. You stepped out of the shower, grabbing your towel and drying your hair as much as you could fast enough, then drying your body off. The bandages sat on your bathroom counter, and you wrapped the towel around your body, and picked them up. You stopped moving for a second, resting your head on your knees, feeling like someone had taken every single bit of energy out of you. The feeling sucked....

You finished everything needed in the bathroom, finally getting comfy on your bed in your pjs, when you heard a door open downstairs. You heard slight shouting and turned away from your door. You did not want to deal with anyone right now, and if your dad came to your room you just knew he would say something about how your strength sucked and how you needed to train now. If that was the case, your grandparents were probably scolding him and telling him that he needed to give you a break and not force you to train every second of free time you had. Your door opened and loud whispering came from the people that stood at the door.

"She's sleeping! Leave her alone for now, she must be tired!"

Your grandfather whispered.

"Look at her legs! She's hurt! It just proves she needs to work harder!"

You father, whispering much louder.

You didn't flinch, afraid of gaining attention. You patiently waited for them both to leave, and when they did you picked up your phone. Looking at your notifications, a new number came up.