Am I Manly Yet? Kiribaku + Bakuquad

Acting suspicious {Chapter 14}

Everything is to bright, but my eyes aren't even open. Where am I? I hear a door closing and footsteps coming closer towards me. Whoever it is, is only a few feet away. I hear a low tone and try to listen in more. "He's still asleep? I thought the kid would be awake by now. So, hows his hand?" Aizawa sensei? Ohhhh yaaaaaa... I'm at the school, training with Bakugo, my hand hurt really bad. Oh ya... my hand broke didn't it. Man can't I go back to sleep, I really don't want to deal with this right now. "He was be able to make a full recovery pretty easily. His hand was very badly broken. But luckily it was all in the same general area, so his energy could be directed easily towards healing that one wound. He would've woken up much sooner, but it seems the boy didn't have much energy to spare. His resting period might be longer than expected, but he should wake up by the end of the day at most."
I hear recovery girl speak, clear and precise as always. Straight to the point. But even though she's pretty clear with her words, I'm having such a hard time following. I feel woozy, still in and out of consciences. My brain is going at 5 miles per hour.

"Anyway Eraser, there's something else I would like to talk to you about. Looking further at the x-ray, I believe his wrist was already fractured before the incident here at school. There's small bone fragments that migrated away from the point they came from. Farther than they could have gotten in the walk here. It also seems like at some point he hardened his arm after the initial fracture, putting unnecessary strain on the already damaged bones. I believe this is why his hand broke so easily. Even though he probably unhardened his arm at some point due to the pain it would certainly cause, the boy was basically chipping away at brittle rock. All those things put together were just asking for a break."

God, I want to go back to sleep. Only a little of what she said made sense. I guess my dad really grabbed my hand that hard huh. That's most of what I got outta that. I probably did something to piss him off, it was probably my fault. But I don't have the energy to remember anything right now. I barely remember what recovery girl just said. I remember how bad my hand hurt this morning though, and my dad grabbing it. I remember fighting with Bakugo, hearing and feeling a crack. I'm not supposed to crack. Im supposed to never break, stand up straight and be brave. Be manly. I hear voices talking still, but they get further and further away. I can't keep myself awake anymore, and I don't really want to fight it off anyway.

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I wake up again and groggily groan. I remember waking up earlier but everything that happened is hazy and dreamlike. I begin to roll over and it feels like every ounce of energy is drained out of my body. I guess it was, all being used to heal my hand. Damn, either my hand was pretty bad or I had basically no energy to spare. Probably a bit of both, but more of the second. Ive seen people with worse injuries than just a broken hand walk out of here after being healed, even if their walk was more of a tired stumbling. "You awake now kid?" I jump out of my skin a little bit and my eyes dart over to the voice, coming from the corner. I see Aizawa sensei sitting in a shitty plastic chair. On the table next to him there's two bowls of gyudon, one empty and the other full. Next to those are a stack of papers. He stands and brings the full bowl to me, along with the papers. "You woke up with some time left from your lunch period. Eat up kid, you need the fuel. And don't worry, you've been excused from the classes you missed." Man, I guess I was asleep for a while. Way longer than I thought I would be.

"I've gathered your homework from the classes you missed along with extra notes your friends took for you. Make sure you thank them later." He sits the papers down on a desk near the bed, then holds out the bowl for me to grab. I slowly start sitting up in the bed, then grab the food and stare at it. It smells soooo good, and I'm surprisingly actually hungry right now. But the food seems daunting for some reason, like it's staring back at me with disgusted eyes. I look at and Aizawa and he's looking back at me adamantly, before walking over to the chair in the corner, sitting down again. I start eating so he doesn't pick up on what is going through my mind, and it tastes as good as it smells. But, it feels heavy and weird in my mouth. Every motion I take to chew feels like so much energy, and for some reason it makes me feel full of guilt instead of food. So instead of scarfing it down like my body is screaming at me to do, I pick at it slowly. Taking small bites and chewing unenthusiastically.