It Started With A Question

Chapter 20

"I don't think he should be in the school anymore," my mom tells Mr. Aizawa once she's stopped crying.

Neither of us say anything. She has the rights to take me out of the school. I can tell that Mr. Aizawa would like me to stay here. You don't really find people like 'me' a lot.

"I think it would be best for him to stay here while he's healing. Only kids from his class have been targeted but they can't get into the school without us knowing," Mr. Aizawa says with a calm, even voice.

"But he's only started getting hurt after coming to this school." My mom has a fair point.

"Do you ever think that he might have been hiding that from you so you wouldn't worry?"

"No! Izuku is an honest boy!" My mom argues. I almost chuckle. "He would have told me if he was getting hurt! Right Izuku?"

I pretend to be asleep. It's easier this way. If anything goes wrong, Nezu will probably convince her to let me stay since I have One for All. The next symbol of peace would be something really important to lose.

"Just let him stay until he heals. You won't have to pay for hospital bills," Mr. Aizawa says then the door opens and he leaves.

"Oh Izuku... What am I going to do with you?" My mom heaves a sigh as she rests her head next to me on the bed.

It wouldn't be very convenient for me if she were to just dissapear.

But no, father would kill me for that. He likes to dictate my life a lot.

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"GOOD MORNING!" Someone yelling wakes me.

Only one person could be that excited and bubly at a time like this.

Ashido.

Unless any of my other classmates have gone insane.

"I don't mean to be rude but, what are you doing here?" I ask her.

"I'm bringing you lunch silly!" She chirps and I hear something being set down on the side table. "I hope you start feeling better!"

And with that, she left.

I wonder what everyone's doing. I should be able to get up by now.

The bandages covering my eyes is getting annoying so I peel them away from my face. The bleeding has stopped but I probably still have two black eyes. Some more bandages cover my hands up to my wrists but I decide to leave them be. If I take to many of them off, Recovery Girl will yell at me.

Before I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, I make sure nobody is coming. As I walk over to a mirror, I throw my hands in the air and stretch my back.

They really fucked me up. The skin around both of my eyes are deep shades of blue and purple, possibly a but of dark green too. My nose was bleeding earlier but it's only swollen now. A few scratches are scattered across my face but nothing too bad.

Most of the damage was done on my torso and arms. One or two of my ribs are definitely broken. There are a few cuts on my arms and many bruises.

It would seem that Recovery Girl has set my broken ankle. That'll make it hard to do much.

I walk back over to the bed when I hear footsteps down the hall. They're not Recovery Girls though.

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Ah, ah, ah. Before you leave, we would like you to know that we will be rewriting/editing this book.

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