28 Leave me

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Izuku POV

Everyone expects me to jump out of the window at any moment or something else. That's not exactly good. The current measures are now enormous. Ereaserhead had only let me out of the scarf when I told him that I had to go to the toilet. I had to literally threaten him that otherwise I would ease myself in his scarf. Then he let go with a sigh.

I'm lying in bed now, I'm dead tired. Only I'm not dead.

Ereaserhead: What are you planning?

Me: What do you mean?

Ereaserhead: You've tried to end it soo often and now you just go to sleep without any plans.

Me: And hope not to wake up anymore.

Ereaserhead: Now you start again with your jokes.

Me: My Life is literally a joke to entertain I don't know who... god

Ereaserhead: Your life isn't a joke.

Me: Yes jokes have am meaning.

Ereaserhead: sigh. Stop with your black humour

Me: Black humour is like food, not everyone gets it.

Ereaserhead: You didn't just say that.

Me: What do I have to lose?

Ereaserhead: You are terrible

Me: Thank you

Ereaserhead: After a week, you will move back to my house.

Me: If I survive it.

Ereaserhead: Sigh. Your mother lost in the court.

Me:...

Eraserhead: You are completely in UA costody

Me: So I can't get out of this hell hole and just dismiss all this a nightmare.

Ereaserhead: No.

Me: Sigh. I want to sleep now. Leave me alone. It's awkward when you watch me sleep.

Ereaserhead: Then you will kill yourself somehow? No.

Me: How can I kill myself here it is literally impossible.

Ereaserhead: So you don't plan to suffocate yourself with the cover.

Me: What a great idea I have to write it down right away.

Ereaserhead: Sigh. I'll stay here until I have to go to patrol. And then I'll be replaced.

Me: In prison, I have more opportunities to escape.

Eraserhead: Good night.

Me: Go to hell

I closed my eyes and hoped to fall into a dreamless sleep. Of course that didn't happen.

Aizawa POV

A few minutes and the boy began to move after he fell asleep. His breath became faster and faster. And he cried quietly. I heard him murmur.

Problem kitten: No, no, no Kacchan.

I've seen the boy all the time as a person I have to take care of. One who had a tragic life and needed help. One that can also have a nice character. But since I've met him for a while, I've stopped seeing him as a child. A child who went through hell and back. He is a child who needs protection and someone who is there for him.

I wanted to be this person. I started petting his back. It was more difficult than it should be because he moved and moved all the time. At some point he moved his forehead to my hand, my cool hand touched his burning forehead. It looked like he felt much better and his breath slowed down again. He had a fever.

Somehow I'm not surprised he has lost blood all the time and all the trauma that he has done to his body by trying to end. I'll write immediately in the group chat

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