I'm currently at my uncle's wedding while writing this.
-Izukus POV-
I wake up, a pounding headache ringing through my head. I rub at my forehead, attempting to ease some of the throbbing and shooting pain. I groan slightly.
"Hey, are you feeling any better?" I flinch at the sudden voice. I turn my head groggily to Kacchan.
"Y-yeah, just a major fucking headache." He frowns at that, exiting the room. He struts back in, Tylenol in hand. My stomach churns I sink into a pit of anxiety. He opens the cap and hands me two. I shake my head. I can't. I have never been able to take pills around people. I need to buy, open, and take the pills myself. Not only did Hisashi hand me drugs directly, he filled the pill bottles with them.
"Hm?"
"I-I can't take those." He tilts his head, his face grimacing with confusion.
"Why? Since when have you not been able to swallow pills?" I shake my head.
"I can swallow them just fine, I just can't take them from other people," I explain. His face scrunches with anger.
"Why can't you?" I swallow harshly.
"H-Hisashi used to uhm, transfer the pills for other ones. The dosage almost n-never made me pass out, but it made me really weak, nauseated, hot, and dizzy. I-I just can't do it. My brain says that you didn't do that, but some small part o-of me screams at me to stop and- and I just can't swallow them. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sor-"
"I swear, I'm gonna kill him. I'm so, so sorry." He pulls me into a hug. Did I really think he was going to be mad at me?
"It's fine, it's nothing major, but we need to get ready for school; we're going to be l-"
"We're not going to school." My eyes squint, confused.
(A/N A TREE FELL ON MY HOUSE. WE GOT A CALL AND WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW BAD IT IS, #MIGHT BE HOMELESS. 😁👍 IT CRASHED INTO MY ROOM.)
"What do you mean?"
"He gave us the day off. No offense to your dad, but if he gives us more work, I might actually hire a hitman for my own personal sake." I gasp and lightly wack him on his shoulder. He slightly glares at me. He tackles me on the bed. Images and clips flash before my eyes. I tear up before forcing a small chuckle. He immediately gets off of me.
"That's not your laugh," he says, "what's wrong?" I shrug. I don't want to ruin his mood.
"Nothing." He shakes his head.
"Something's going on, what is it?" I shake my head.
"Seriously, it's nothing." Does he really want me to reminisce on a memory that I'd rather shoot myself in the foot then remember? To practically compare him? To decipher every single detail of the memory? I stand up, tugging off my blazer. Somehow I'm still in my uniform.
"Deku, I can tell something's up." I shrug my shoulders. I dig through my oset and pull out a shirt, sweatpants, and boxers. I tear off my own shirt, sliding the new one on.
"Nothing's wrong." He points at my face.
"There! That! You never look at me whenever you lie." I shake my head.
"It's nothing major." I walk into the bathroom, quickly changing my boxers before walking back out.
"Then what was it?" I pull on my pants.
"It was just a memory!"
"Of who?" Claire. It was Claire.
"Claire." His face turns sad. His lips twitch into a frown, his eyes saddening, his eyes becoming slightly glossy.
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just a normal patrol
Fanfiction(THE BEGINING IS TERIBLE, I THINK IT GET BETTER THOUGH!) Aizawa was out on patrol when he realized one of his students passed out on the ground. He rushed over and realized something was wrong more so then he thought. What happens when his teacher...
