Teach Me How To Love

Chapter 12

[Y/N] awoke the next morning to her alarm, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand her hand brushing over the old burn mark that had been implanted into her nightstand. Once she had grabbed her phone and turned the alarm off she sat up, her hand running through her bed head her fingers getting caught in the knots. No messages.

She moved her eyes over to the nightstand and froze. Another handprint had been burned into it. The darkened wood making her blood run cold and her breath got heavier. That's when a pain shot up from her leg catching her off guard, a cry of pain leaving her mouth. She ripped the covers off and there on her left thigh was a small red throbbing heart burned onto her thigh.

[Y/N] gripped her phone in her hand tighter before pressing onto Aizawa's contact and ringing him. After a few seconds it went straight to voicemail, tears falling onto her chin and making her eyes blurry. Her breath got heavier and heavier.

She stood slowly and steadily, her thigh throbbing even more. [Y/N] made her way downstairs towards the front door, the hero stationed outside should be there. The man in a blue and brown costume sat slumped on her front porch armchair.

"Rakua!" [Y/N] cried, he sat up startled his hands lurching into action. Rakua, the beach hero, turned towards the crying woman before him stood only in her pyjamas. He stood and came over to her trying to calm her down.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" Rakua asked as [Y/N] began sobbing feeling fear run through her veins. Rakua came over to the woman and grabbed her arms rubbing them up and down trying to calm her down.

Once [Y/N] had calmed down she began trying to explain. "He was here again," [Y/N] uttered and gestured to her thigh. Rakua's eyes widened once he saw the red heart burned into the woman's thighs. "He burned me and a hand in my nightstand again." [Y/N] began sobbing again.

"Shit okay let's just take a deep breath," Rakua spoke calmly rubbing her arms even more, his eyes trained on the red throbbing heart burned into the woman's thigh. "Let's call the police and get you a paramedic or something."

"Ok-okay, I have some burn cream inside," [Y/N] explained, tears still running down her cheeks. Rakua began leading her inside while also pulling out his phone to let people know about what happened. As the door closed behind the two, Rakua let out a sigh allowing himself to breath finally.

Two teal eyes stared at the two as they went through the door, his frown deepened when the door shut as he could no longer see his pet. His dark hair covered Dabi's eyes as he remembered how that pathetic hero's arm was placed upon his property. Blue and red lights soon appeared in his peripheral view, and he began to slink away from the road.

Inside the home [Y/N] sat on the sofa, clutching her phone in her hand trying to call Aizawa who was still not answering her. Rakua was following her directions to find the burn cream in her bathroom, he did eventually find some thankfully.

"Okay I've got the burn cream do you want me to put it on you or do you want to do it yourself?" He asked the woman still snivelling on the sofa, she had a faraway look in her eyes almost like she wasn't truly here.

"I've got it," Her voice was small as she spoke, reaching her hand out to take the burn cream from the hero. Rakua handed it to her and watched for a moment as she began rubbing a small amount into the angry heart imprinted on her thigh before he turned towards the front of the house to wait for the police.

Not long after, probably only about 3 minutes, a knock was heard on the door and Rakua went to answer it after seeing the red and blue flashing lights outside. Stood there were two police officers, a paramedic and two detectives. All of them had a look of sorrow on their faces.

"Come in, she's on the sofa." Rakua directed them all to which they rushed past him and saw the dejected woman still absentmindedly rubbing the cream into her thigh. The paramedic crouched down to inspect the wound and apply a dressing, with the woman's consent of course. The police stood near the door; one detective moved towards the woman while the other turned to Rakua.

"Hi there Miss [L/N], its detective Saito we spoke on the phone." The gruff voiced detective spoke sitting on the adjacent sofa to [Y/N], she looked up at him tears still filling her eyes but at least not flowing so much. "Can you tell me what happened starting from last night?" He asked slowly.

[Y/N] stared at the man in front of her trying to collect her panicked memories, he was tall with scruffy brown stubble and kind, but hardened, blue eyes. "I left UA to wait for Aizawa – Eraserhead, and just sat on a bench as he wouldn't take too long. A student came to sit with me, Bakugo Katsuki, then Eraserhead came out of UA and flew into the treeline behind us. I assumed he had seen something, then we left and Eraserhead walked me home like usual," She paused thinking of the man who had taken care of her so much.

"Did anything happen after that?"

"No, I just ate some food and went to bed. Then I awoke with another handprint on my bedside table and this," She gestured towards the burn still being treated by the paramedic. Detective Saito looked at it, noting the shape, before taking a deep breath.

"Have you heard from Eraserhead since he left your home yesterday?" He asked slowly, the woman shook her head softly. "I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Eraserhead was attacked last night and shot. He's alive but recovering in the hospital, we believe it was Dabi's doing."

The world stopped, [Y/N] felt like she was underwater, and tears began spouting from her eyes. Shota was attacked and it was all her fault. Her stalker had come after him and he probably won't stop hurting the people around her until he gets what he wants which is her.

"Miss [L/N]," Detective Saito's voice directed her attention back to him and out of her mind. Her sorrowful eyes looked at his. "Would you like me to take you to him?" He asked making [Y/N] begin to nod but she stopped herself. He is hurt because of her. Why would he want to see her?

"No that's okay."

"Are you sure? He may not be awake to see you but I'm sure he'll still appreciate you being there."

"No thank you."

Detective Saito frowned seeing her face turned down to her thigh and the burn on it. "Okay if you change your mind here's my card and what hospital he is in." He handed the woman a small business card and she gently took it from him.

"Thank you."