𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 ||𝐊.𝐁 & 𝐈.𝐌||

II: Dip

II: Dip

Third POV

Izuku swallowed briskly, holding hands with Hiro as they had Uraraka there for security.

It was bit later in the morning, nearing brunch hours.

"I'm sorry for bringing you back here," the brunette sighed, "We weren't exactly sure what to do now that the place was slightly torn up."

Izuku shook his head, feeling his head throb at the mere sight of the home.

His home.

"It's fine," Izuku slowly nodded, "It's just I'm worried Hiroto might be there."

Uraraka slightly tensed up, gently rubbing Izuku shoulder with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, friends in high places ensure he probably won't be back for a while today."

Izuku gave her shaky smile, "T-thanks."

He stepped first, with Hiro following just moments later.

He felt his body shiver as a distinct chill overtook him.

Was his home always this creepy and cold feeling?

Funny, even though some of Mr.Inui's examples was for Izuku to try and distance himself from centers of trauma, here he was.

At the epicenter of his mental hell.

The place had been torn up and the slight touches of any of the furniture made his body twitch and made Izuku want to gag.

Hiro kept a close grasp to his dam as well, with the both of them going up slowly on the staircase subconsciously agreeing not to touch the railings.

They separated once upstairs, as Izuku shook as he snatched up a large orange envelope that contained records from passports to birth certificates to insurance cards and other government issued ids for both him and Hiro.

He dropped to his knees as he shakily grabbed his wallet containing his credit cards and drivers license.

Sticky.

He picked it up, disbelief of the small blood splatter on it.

"Probably when he dropped it," as Izuku's eyes looked down to the carpet that still had some blood on it.

Shaking his head profusely, he just snatched up the important cards and ids, shoving them into the envelope before discarding the wallet onto the ground.

He scanned the rest of the bedroom, a bittersweet sense of guilt and relief overtaking him when Katsuki had told him that when it came to clothing or personal hygiene items would be taken care of for him.

Izuku couldn't imagine wearing any of the clothes he owned in his closet any more.

It made his skin crawl just thinking about it.

But he just grabbed his school designated teachers uniform and decided to just go with that.

"Mama..." He heard Hiro's voice, holding his own bag that looked to just have his school uniform, "I'm done."