Izuku POV
I open my eyes; I am lying on a bed. Still alive. Come on, why? Can't I just be dead and done with it?
There's an IV in my arm and a breathing mask on my face. Who found me and saved me, I wonder.
I try to sit up, but I notice that my arm is bound to the bed. Why? I haven't done anything wrong. What I do isn't illegal, right?
At least only my left hand is tied, and I can easily free it.
I take off the breathing mask and remove the IV. I slowly get out of bed, determined to find a room that hasn't been childproofed.
I sneak slowly towards the door.
It's locked with an electronic lock. With a code. I look at the digits. In the light, you can easily see fingerprints. 3-6-2-0. I just need to arrange the numbers in the right order. I type for a short while and manage it. The door springs open, and there are Eraserhead, Nezu, and Recovery Girl. I smile at them.
Me: Hi.
Eraserhead: Sigh.
Before I can do anything else, I'm wrapped in a scarf and carried back to the bed.
Nezu: I'm curious, how did you manage to open the door?
Me: Stay curious.
Nezu: After your move with the plate shard in your chest and your three-day sleep, your mother was charged.
Me: What?!
Nezu: She didn't file a missing person report for you.
Me: She's just busy.
Recovery Girl: But she shouldn't be too busy to notice her child is missing.
Me: Correction. Quirkless child.
Eraserhead: Sigh
Nezu: What is the difference between having a quirk and not having a quirk.
Me: Useless or not useless.
Ereaserhead: Don't talk about quirkless people like that.
Nezu: Do you not realize he's quirkless?
Me: Yes, so I have every right to think about myself however I want.
Eraserhead: Sigh, no you don't.
The scarf around me tightened for a brief moment before Recovery Girl intervened.
Recovery Girl: You don't want to kill him. Loosen the scarf around him. I couldn't use my quirk on him properly, so I had to stitch up the wound.
Nezu: So after your mother was charged, she'll go to court.
Me: But my mother didn't do anything.
Nezu: That's the problem; your mother was negligent.
Me: No, she wasn't!
Nezu: Tell me the last time you remember doing something nice with her.
Shit, I have to think.
Me: ...I celebrated Christmas with her.
Nezu: How old were you then?
Me: 3.
Eraserhead: Sigh.
Nezu: While your mother deals with the court, you'll be with Aizawa and Mic. His quirk will be suitable to stop you from harming yourself.
Me: Sigh.
Recovery Girl: Until then, you'll have to stay in bed a bit longer. The cut on your chest can still open up, which would ensure that you die.
My eyes light up.
Eraserhead: Sigh.
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