probability and calamity: Mha x male child reader

Reignited

Y/n began to stir from unconsciousness, his eyes sealed shut by fear, yet his ears were acutely aware, registering the haunting symphony of medical machinery and the rhythmic hiss of a ventilator—a cacophony reminiscent of a nightmare. The young boy wished for the earth to swallow him whole, to disappear into oblivion.

Eventually, Y/n mustered the courage to open his eyes. To his astonishment, he found himself in a hospital bed, his wounds and cuts neatly stitched and bandaged. Despite feeling weak, he surveyed the room with his gaze; it was empty, not a single soul in sight while the ventilator rhythmically supported his breathing. For a fleeting moment, Y/n wondered if he had succeeded in his unknown endeavour, as tears slipped from his eyes and he repositioned himself on the bed.

Y/n wondered if these people would be any better than the scientists who poked and prodded him for years...

Sure it can't be any worse?

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Y/n lay frozen in fear on the bed, his breathing erratic and uneven. The heart rate monitor began to accelerate even faster as the young boy attempted to move his body...

MOVE!

DO SOMETHING!

Y/n's fears and worries tripled as the door to his hospital room swung open. With his emotions in turmoil, the Calamity quirk began to surge with power, and the shadows around Y/n appeared to come alive...

A solitary nurse entered the room and caught Y/n's gaze, wide and brimming with tears. A soft gasp slipped from her as she hurried out and down the corridor, leaving Y/n bewildered by the sudden departure. As the strength of his destructive quirk waned, Y/n sank back into the bed, his gaze fixed on the sterile white ceiling, his breaths gradually becoming steady.

Minutes later, Y/n heard footsteps nearing his room. This time, he resolved to act. He tore away the monitors and straps and tried to rise from his bed, but his energy failed him, and he crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Desperately scanning the room for an escape, his heart sank when he realized the only exit was a window several stories above the ground...

So that won't work...I guess I've got no choice...

The hospital room door swung open, revealing several doctors, a peculiar man in a tan trench coat, and another in a scarf and black attire. As Y/n made a move for the nearby window, every onlooker converged swiftly to the boy's side.

Aizawa: STOP HIM!

Y/n tried to escape through the window, but a nurse caught his shoulder and yanked him back. Both the young boy and the nurse tumbled to the floor. In a panic, Y/n scurried to hide under the bed, his heart and soul seized by terror.

T-THEIR GOING TO HURT ME!

Y/n had learned not to place trust in doctors and scientists; those individuals had stripped away the scant hope he possessed, instilling fear instead. Their assurances of aid did not guarantee it, and Y/n remembered numerous instances where those so-called healers vowed no harm, only to inundate him with pain and despair.

Aizawa: Everyone leave, et me talk with the kid.

Tsukauchi: Your sure Eraserhead? 

Aizawa: I'm sure, the kids frightened and is probably scared with everyone in here, he'll probably calm down if it's just me and him.

Although Tsukauchi was not enthusiastic about the idea, he eventually left the room with the doctors and nurses, leaving Y/n and Aizawa by themselves. The young boy whimpered, peering out from beneath the bed.

Aizawa felt a pang of heartache observing the boy's demeanor; it was evident he had endured much and trusted no one. Such deep-seated paranoia wouldn't dissipate quickly. With a gentle smile, Aizawa crouched down and attempted to soothe Y/n.