Over Powered (My Hero Acedamia) - Dropped

Chapter 28

I was skipping school that Wednesday. My parents still hadn't come home from where ever they went on Friday. I was freaking out a bit, as I haven't been informed of their arrest in any way shape or form, so they had to be out there somewhere. And they love us, and wouldn't abandon us. I was met by an enraged group of young adults in the streets. I tires running to get away from them. I just ended up falling and getting caught, and the started punching me, I cowered into a ball, ready to take anything. When not going to school I had stopped wearing my braces, fearful that someone would steal them in a situation like this. I had worn an old watch once and it was stolen. The only thing stopping them from starting a lung my phone was the fact I kept it in my bra and no one wants to violate me, not yet at least.

I was surprised when the impacts to my body stopped. I reached up to wipe the blood deluded silica away that was dripping out of my mouth. I painfully sat up to find a familiar build crouching in front of me. "Shouldn't you be at UA?" I asked All Might.

"I could ask you the same thing," he pointed out, "But I won't, cause there are much more pressing questions I want answered." I knew there was no getting out of this. First he brought me home so I could change into my uniform, and grab my school stuff Then he took me to see Recovery Girl. Finally we were sitting in the teacher's lounge with a cup of tea in my hands.

Through the way we were ejust sitting in silence I took he was piecing something together, without the need to ask me any questions. "Jikan, how long has this been happening?" All Might finally got around to asking me a question. I was too caught up in my anxiety to even no iced he called me by my first name.

"Since the Stain incident..." I answered with a bit of shame. Stain was over a month ago, and I haven't done anything about it. What hero can I be if I can't protect myself. He sighed, which I could only take as disappointment.

He took a while to figure out the next question to ask, "Dose Midoriya know? Or anyone for that matter?" I shook my head, still refusing to make eye contact. "Not even you're parents?"

"Ai and Aoi know, but my parents haven't been round much," I explained, "But I didn't want to burden anyone, so I kept it to myself." Just hearing me say it out loud it sounded stupid. I scrunched up in embarrassment. I so badly wanted to cry, but that wouldn't help anything.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to find All Might looking down at me with a kind smile. " You don't need to shoulder everything on your own," he told me, "You have plenty of people who would do anything to help you." I didn't know what to do. I've always done things for others, it was now my first time thinking about what was best for me. But I didn't even know how to do that. "Let's get you to class, but if you want to talk, I'm here," I smirked at his terrible joke.

When I got to class people were a bit confused, not like I had a bunch of bandages on, and I came with the number one hero. My classmates would approach me and ask me questions, but I wouldn't process any of it. I was in my own little bubble. I was even excused from training as Recovery Girl wanted to check me in greater detail. Turns out I had a couple broken ribs, which she healed right up.

I walked home with Izu-kun, as usual. It was strange for once he was the one trying to get me to talk, instead of the other way around. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said in a sad tone as we approached where we would usually part ways, where he would go home and I go pick up my siblings.

The idea of walking alone scared me, and all the tears I had been holding back fell with a loud sob. Izuku stood there as I just say down onto the ground, crying. "I'm scared," I sobbed, burying my face into my hands. "I'm scared to go home Izuku. I don't want to go home."

He crouched down in front of me, bring me into a hug. "Jikan, dose this have anything to do with your parents."I shook my head into his neck.

" I don't even know why I'm trying. I try so hard, yet nothing gets any better, " I mumbled into his chest. He pushed me back to look me in the eyes.

" Jikan, what's going on? " he asked me.

" I'm sick of it, "I gasped," I sick of starving. I'm sick of working. I'm sick of putting on a brave face. I'm sick of being the responsible one. I'm sick of needing to take care of everyone. I'm sick of betting beaten up. I'm sick of having to question  my morals. I'm sick of being in pain. I'm sick of being alive." My nails were digging into my arms, even through my uniform jacket.

" Don't talk like that," Izuku yelled, tears rushing down his own face." You don't need to do everything in your own and you know this! People want to help you! There's no reason for you to give up!"

"But I don't know what to do?" I finally confessed, "I don't know where to go, or what to do. My parents haven't been home in days. I can't leave my house without getting attacked solely for wanting to be a hero. I need to put on a string face for my siblings, but that hurts more than the injuries. Then everyone probably thinks I'm some street rat that doesn't deserve to be I  UA. But it's true, even my quirks are for a villian. Is this my punishment for going against what's fated to happen." I just continue used to mumbled my worries as Izuku tried comforting me.

" Just embrace yourself and do what you think is best, " my best friend assured me," I'll support you no matter what. "