"of course we will, won't we, bakugo?" todoroki said as he looked over at bakugo. "hell yeah we will!" bakugo said while he put his hand by my face. i scrunch my face closed and waited for impact, but yet again, there was none. "uhh.... deku?" i open my eyes to see a look of worry and confusion on bakugo's face. "y-yeah..?" i say, realizing he wasn't gonna hit me. "high five..?" he said again, still obviously confused. "w-what?" i say, now just as confused as he is. "high five" he says more firmly. as he realized he was getting nowhere, todoroki chimes in with "do you.... oh my god i'm actually gonna ask this. do you know what a high five is?" well shit. "...n-no... what is it?" i say, thirsty for knowledge. "holy fuck. i didn't even think that he wouldn't know.... wait. fist bump? you know what a fist bump is, right? what about a handshake? you gotta know a handshake, right deku?" he says again, practically begging me to know these weird... greetings? i shake my head no. "n-no, i don't know what either of those are... but i'm willing to learn!" i say, trying to be light hearted and smile a bit. i could see the urging sadness in their eyes, but once i smile, it's like their sadness was clouded over with happiness.
they smiled back at me, then started to teach me these things. after a while, i had them down. just in time, too, as we just arrived at my 'house'. i've always referred to it as a house because it was no home to me. "o-ok... i... i'm scared. but that's ok... i have kacchan and shoto with me... it's ok..." at this point both boys were looking at me as they got out the car. "do you always mumble? it seems you slip into it often." kacchan says to me. "i-i... uhh... yeah..." i say, as i realize i was mumbling again. "don't worry, it's quite cute." todoroki says as he walks forward. "cute? kacchan said i was cute a while ago... what does it mean?" i say in confusion. kind words are pretty foreign to me as i never get words of encouragement at home. shoto looks at me, then kacchan.
"n-never mind. aizawa sensei can tell you later." kacchan says, he's a bit red... i wonder if he's just tired again. "ok, follow me then" i say as i walk up to the door. i take the knob in my hand and just before i turn it, i breath in and out. "i'm home." i say as i enter. there was 2 police officers that were trying to get into the basement. "my moms birth year. that's the first combination. then my fathers birth year as the second." i say casually as i lead todoroki and bakugo to my room. i don't really like the cops. we walk in and i turn on the light. "welcome to the 2nd most depressing place in this house. i just need to grab a few things, i'll be a second." i say as i make my way to my wardrobe. i open it and remove its fake bottom, both of the boys were watching over my shoulder to see what i was doing. in the background we could hear a door swing open and the cries of joy from the police. i knew their joy wouldn't last though. after i grab all my sketchbooks over the years, and the notepads, too, we head back towards where the police were.
"so, izuku midoriya, where were you hiding those? we couldn't see anything in your room except for the mattress and an empty wardrobe." one of the officers says to me in a chummy tone. "well, it may have looked empty to you, but it was the most full thing in my room. it had a false bottom that i made. i kept my most precious things in there. see these notepads? all filled to the brim with the torture and torment i've faced. i've written in full detail what they've done to me, i almost ran out of room. there's 6,000 pages in total. i've been writing in these since i've been able to write. there all yours now, mister officer." i toss him the booklets and start to head out. "i want them back when you've taken pictures of all the pages though. those things are very, very important to me. they've been with me through everything, so you can imagine their importance. once the other officers figure out what the basement is... let's just say i'll probably see you then for the interview. bye ted" i say as i walk out. "bye izuku..." todoroki and bakugo quickly caught up to me. "wait, how'd you know his names ted?" kacchan asks me. "well, he was one of the policemen that escorted my father home when he was drunk... 5 weeks ago?" i say casually. "o-oh... it seemed like you wanted to get out of there fast. why was that?" he says, leaning forward and opening the car door for me and todoroki. "i guess i'm in the middle again? welp, i am the littlest, heh. and yeah, i don't really like cops, they're kind of assholes." i say as i get in behind todoroki. "yeah... i guess." he says eyeing me a little. "what's in the sketchbooks?" todoroki abruptly says. "hmm... well, there's a bunch of things. these 5 are the ones i used first. drawing was my only entertainment other than cleaning and cooking, so i drew a lot. these ones were just seeing how realistic i could make things i guess." i say as i hand todoroki a book. "now this one is my most recent sketchbook, i tried to recreate a few of my first drawings while improving them, but it didn't really work..." i say shyly. my art is something i'm very proud of. it's the only thing, other than cooking, i actually tried to improve on. "ok kids, the dorms are 10 minuets away. i expect you two to give izuku a tour of the dormitory, then head to the kitchen. it's your turn to cook you guys. i guess midoriya doesn't have to help, as he is new, but you guys still have to do your part." mister aizawa said lazily. "i can help cook, i'm actually quite good at it" i say smiling. todoroki and bakugo just nod and continue to look through. my sketchbooks. i didn't really mind though, i like criticism. if my mother were to see them she'd say it's shit.. or father.. reminding me how worthless of a child i am. i hadn't realized it, but i was silently crying. it was weird... i was so deep in my thoughts, i hadn't even realized that i was crying. todoroki and bakugo both noticed this of course, as i was also shaking. after about 5 minuets of crying and thinking, i came back to my senses. "d-deku?! what's wrong? are you ok?" i hear bakugo practically shout. i gently giggle at that "i'm fine, i'm fine. sometimes you just need to cry, ya know?" i say with a stupid smile on my face.
todoroki smiles back and pulls me close to his chest, completely ignoring the seatbelt. "u-uhh.... shoto..? why are you holding me? i'd understand you'd want to make sure i don't leave... but... i'm inside a moving car. i don't think it's... necessary. i'm not complaining though" i giggle to myself. "it's a hug..." he says while getting red. "o-oh.. i... i don't get hugs often... ever, actually. you're red in the face... are you tired?" i say a bit concerned. "why would i be tired if i'm red in the face?" he says defensively, getting more red. "w-well, kacchan got really red in the face and told me that he was tired... but... oh no! i didn't make you mad... did i? i'm sorry... i forgot..." i said feeling guilty, quietly trailing off at the end. "i'm not mad! i'm... tired. i was just messing with you. what'd you forget, midoriya?" he says pulling me back into his warmth. "n-nothing! i forgot... nothing... i mean..." i say, not wanting to admit what i had actually forgotten. "uhhuh... ok. i've looked through all your sketchbooks. and i can say you started out an average artist and came out Picasso." kacchan says teasingly. "t-thank you... i was pretty bad when i was younger, right?" i say wanting him to agree with me, but what i got was much different. "nope. you're younger drawings are way better than anything i can draw today." he says kindly.
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