Artificial Flavors

chap pter

//TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm.//

Deku was placed in a strange room. It was empty aside from a bed, an empty dresser, and a lamp. Aizawa had told him to "stay put" and left.

This made Deku uncomfortable. In the back of his head, there was an urge to obey, like any good Noumu should, but at the forefront of Deku's mind, was curiosity and spite. Spite because the man with intense eyes and strange white wrappings had dragged him all over the place without so much of an apology.

So, against his very instincts, Deku did not "stay put". Instead he took onetwothreefourfive steps to the door and yanked on it. The thought of "maybe the door was unlocked" was completely ignored. The door protested for all of three seconds before groaning and caving in on itself.

The urge in the back of Deku's head had turned into screams as he was faced with actually exiting the room. Deku sucked both of his lips in and bit down as his head started to pound.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Breaking the door was enough of a protest, wasn't it?

The screams turned into shrill voices, chanting at him.

Bad Deku, bad! Bad bad bad bad bad badbadbadbad, DISGUSTING NOUMU!

Deku made a strangled sound, scrambling back away from the crumpled door. His heartbeat travelled from his chest and into his throat as he fled beneath the bed.

His hands scratched desperately at his ears as the voices grew louder, piercing through his very being.

They wouldn't stop.

"Please," Deku whimpered, "Deku is sorry! Stop, please."

Deku tried brokenly to negotiate with his own mind. Chipped fingernails dug into his temples. The voices quieted, but only slightly, and Deku realized.

Bad Noumus must be punished.

His fingers tensed and clawed harder, drawing blood from thin gashes as the voices calmed to a distant hum.

Finally, finally, he stopped. Hands flopping to his sides, palms stained crimson.

Aizawa's order rang through his head.

"Stay put."

~*~*~

Aizawa sighed, eyeing the giant stack of paperwork that he had to fill out so he could "enroll" his new "student". He glanced to the side at the piece of paper that would be sent to the parent or guardian of the child. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. The kid was in the care of the government for now. Mrs. Midoriya had no sway over wether he could be put in school or not. Aizawa felt bad for her. Seeing her child after all this time and then having him ripped away again. Poor woman.

Aizawa looked at the clock and sighed once more, standing up from his desk. He didn't want to leave the brat alone for too long. Paperwork could wait a bit longer, at least until a suitable babysitter was found, he snorted.

It would have to be someone strong. That child was powerful. His capture gear had trouble restraining the kid. Aizawa grimaced at the thought of the only other person who could resist him like that. Damn Allmight and his idiotic super strength.

Aizawa walked out of the school building, heading toward the dorm block. He still wondered if putting Izuku in the spare room was a mistake. At least the other kids were still in class. He walked without hurry, letting his mind drift over the way Izuku had acted. Like some kind of feral dog. Aizawa would have his work cut out for him. And then there was the way the boy referred to himself as "Deku". Quite a strange and childishly mean word. He wondered if Izuku even knew what if meant. Probably not if he insisted on using it so much.

Aizawa rounded a corner to the string of unused dormitories, and froze. The door had been torn inwards. Aizawa's brow creased as he rushed into the room, looking around frantically. Then he heard it. Loud, panting gasps coming from beneath the bed. Of course. Where else would he be?

Aizawa crouched to look under the mattress. His heart dropped.

Glazed green eyes stared back at him. Dried trails of blood went down his face and his chest heaved with painful sounding breaths.

There was a twisting guilt in Aizawa's chest as he slowly, carefully, wrapped the boy in capture gear, pulling him out.

"Sorry, kid," the man mumbled when Izuku flinched. "Let's get you to the infirmary."

He knew he shouldn't have let the brat out of his sight.

//um, oops? I swear this wasn't supposed to happen, but like. It did? I promise there will be oodles of fluff... eventually. For some weird reason I feel great after writing this. I think that makes me a sadist. Anywayyy.... Ciao!
Also, I realized there's gonna be more dad-zawa than dad-might in this. Huh.//