Voiceless [BNHA]

Chapter Four

~Shota's POV~

The Yamada siblings ended up staying the night in my hospital room. Hizashi was half slumped in the chair at my bedside looking like he was slowly slipping off of it a little bit every few minutes. By morning he was lying on the floor. Miki slept soundly at my side, all her crying and worrying had tired her out.

I was released from the hospital Friday morning, still heavily bandaged and with both of my arms in casts and slings. The doctor had stopped by to talk about after care instructions and how often my bandages needed to be changed. I'd have to rely on the Yamada siblings for practically everything which was worrying as Hizashi was pretty useless.

Hizashi pulled Miki out of school for the day since he was now paranoid that she was in danger. After the fire that killed their parents, I understood his fear but knew it was starting to worry Miki. Hizashi was trying to be helpful but was much too clumsy and nearly hit one of my arms. He gave up on trying to be helpful and left me in Miki's care as he went to UA. He said he wanted to talk to Nezu about Miki transferring. There was also to be a meeting about the attack with some of the other faculty and police.

Miki helped me to the reclining chair and tucked pillows around me to keep me comfortable. I activated my quirk so I could give her a chance to speak. She turned on me with her hands on her hips and fixed me with a reprimanding look. Her lips pulled into a pout.

"You shouldn't do that, Nii-san." She scolded me softly and tried to stomp her foot for good measure but as she wasn't really one for tantrums it didn't have the effect she was going for.

I stopped using my quirk, "it made me feel better." My lips pulled into a smile though I knew she couldn't see it beneath the bandages.

An endearing blush claimed her pale cheeks and she hid behind her long auburn tinged honey golden hair. As she demurely looked away from me, I felt something stir within me. Was that idiot's Sister Complex contagious? I shook it off and tried to push the thought from my mind.

Miki retrieved her whiteboard and marker from the dining room table and wrote something down before turning the board around. Her handwriting was neat and precise despite how quickly she'd been writing. 'Are you hungry?'

I hesitated for a moment, she was nervous around the stove because of the flames. After the fire that claimed the lives of her parents and nearly her life as well, she was terrified of fire and couldn't even stand to be around candles. Hizashi and I had made the discovery on her eleventh birthday when we got her a cake with candles on it. If I hadn't erased her quirk in time we might have died as she let out an involuntary panicked cry and ran from the table.

"A little, one of those microwave meals your idiot brother thinks I don't know about should be fine." I replied.

I noticed a mix of emotions in her eyes, Miki had always been very expressive. She was easy to read. There was a small bit of relief in her bright green eyes as she realized she wouldn't have to be around the stove. There was also what looked like disappointment, as if she had wanted to cook for me and was now let down that she didn't get the chance. She bowed her head, giving me a quick polite nod before scampering off to the kitchen.

I tried to sit up so I could turn and look to the kitchen to make sure she was okay but my body protested violently. Unable to move, I listened intently. There was a lot of clinking as she got out dishes and utensils. Knowing Miki, she was trying to make it look fancy and not like a microwave meal. A few minutes later she returned with a plate in hand. I couldn't help but smile, she somehow managed to make one of Hizashi's microwave meals look appetizing.