Chapter 8- Shinso's Reaction

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Shinso Hitoshi

"Alright class next we will..." My teacher is interrupting by another teacher coming through the door.
"Could I please make an announcement? It's important," the teacher who just walked in asks.
"Go right ahead," my teacher replies.

"I'm am here to inform all of the General Studies students, that there has been an attack..."

Multiple students gasp, including me.

"The attack was at the U.S.J...class 1-A was having a class there..."

Class 1-A....Y/N!

I quickly stand up and ask,
"Who all was injured? We're any students injured? What were the students names that got injured?"

"The pro heroes Thirteen and Eraserhead were very badly injured. The students mainly had no injuries except for a few bruises and cuts. Although...there is an exception..."

"Who? What's there name?" I quickly ask.

"...Y/N L/N..."

I felt my heart drop.

"Where are they? Are they alright?" I quickly ask again.

"They are at the hospital near by, Recovery Girl knows exactly where they are."

"So...should we dismiss the students incase we're attacked again?" My teacher asks.

"Yes, that would be best."

"Alright, Class Dismissed!" My teacher announces.

I quickly grab my things and hurry to Recovery Girl's office. I spot her standing by the door and I run up to her,
"Recovery Girl, I heard Y/N was badly injured...what hospital is she at?" I ask.
"She's at [insert random hospital name]...are you alright? You look very worried," Recovery Girl responds.

"I'm worried about my friend..." I quickly reply and start running in the direction to [insert random hospital name].
When I reach the hospital, I go to the front desk and ask where Y/N's room is. The reception desk lady said she was  in room 666. I quickly run to the elevator and go to floor 6. I then run to room 666. When I reach the room, I see three people outside of the room. I walk towards the door and look in. There I see Y/N with her eyes closed. She had a heart monitor next to her bed, the line was going up and down like normal.

"Aren't you the boy who walks to and from school with Y/N?" I hear a voice behind me say.

I turn around and see the three people have their eyes on me. The person who recognized me is a female, and had orange hair with brown streaks in it. She also has bright brown and red eyes.
"Yes...I'm her friend," I finally reply.

"You're name is...Shinso Hitoshi, right?" The same lady asks.

"Y-yes...my name is Shinso Hitoshi..." I reply, nervously.

"Oh, how wonderful. Y/N has told me quite a bit about you...I'm Y/N's aunt. My name is Lucinda L/N, but I mainly go buy my nickname, Lucy," Lucy sticks out her hand for me to shake. I shake her hand.

An older lady with shoulder length, gray hair and kind eyes, one blue and one green, comes up to me and says,
"I'm Y/N's grandmother. It's nice to meet you, Shinso." We shake hands.

Then, a lady that appears to be Lucy's age walks towards me. She looks me up and down. She has a very intimidating look in her eyes. She has brown hair that is up in a bun, red glasses, a red ribbon chocker bow, red lip stick, and a professional uniform. She then speaks in a very intimidating tone,
"You're name is Shinso Hitoshi, you were born July 1st, your blood type AB, and your quirk..."

"That's enough, Sis...give the kid a break, Okay?" Lucy then cuts the intimidating lady off.

"...Fine. My name is Genka L/N, I'm Y/N's mother. My occupation is a school guidance counselor. I deal with bad kids everyday, so don't try anything. Understood?" Genka warns me.

"U-Understood!" I reply.

Y/N's mother is terrifying...

"You must want to know how Y/N is doing. That's why you came here, to see about your friend?" Y/N's grandmother asks me.

Y/N's grandmother and aunt are so much nicer...and much less intimidating...

"Yes...a teacher came into my classroom and told everyone that the U.S.J was attacked. I asked if any of the students were injured, they said Y/N was the only student seriously injured. I came here as fast as I could to see how she was doing..." I explain.

"He isn't lying..." Genka states.

"Y/N is doing fine...she will be out for a day or two though..." Y/N's grandmother explains.

"...but she's alright?" I ask again for conformation.

"Yes."

I let out a sigh of relief.
I notice Genka's gaze soften,
"You were genuinely worried for her..."
I look over to her and nod,
"She my friend, of course I'm worried about her..."
Genka smiles at me.
"How about we all talk for a bit and get to know one another better?" Lucy asks.
"Okay, but for how long? I need to tell my parents so they aren't worried," I reply.
"Hmm..." Lucy takes out her phone, "How about at 5:30? In a little bit we are going to enter Y/N's room and check on her. My mom," Lucy motions to Y/N's grandmother, "is a doctor, so she will be staying with Y/N most of the time."
"I see...Okay, give me a moment to call my parents."
"Okay, come back when you're done,"

I call my parents and explain everything that has happened. I then go back to Y/N's family members. We all talk and after a while we go into Y/N's room to see how she's doing. Lucy and Genka both talk to Y/N for a bit then step outside. I am then allowed to go in. I walk over to Y/N's unconscious self. I sat by the hospital and whisper,
"Hey Y/N...my school day was long and boring like usual..."
I get no reply...of course.
"This is when you tell me about what crazy school you had..." I hear my whispering voice crack.
"Please wake up soon...so you can tell me all about your crazy school day...I want to hear your voice..." I feel tears fill my eyes.
"...Just...please wake up...and be alright..." I rub my eyes and exit the hospital room.









A/N: YAAAAAAAA!!! SHINSO POV!!!! I'm gonna be honest and say my heart hurt when I was writing Shinso talking to Y/N's unconscious body...

I just imagined Shinso crying over Y/N's unconscious body...

Ow...my heart...💔

Anyway! HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT!!!!

Anyway! HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT!!!!

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